SECTION XXX.

Care and Generosity.

1. OLD Care with industry and art,
At length so well had play'd his part,
He heap'd up such an ample store,
That av'rice could not sigh for more.
2. Ten thousand flocks his shepherd told,
His coffers overflow'd with gold;

The land all round him was his own,
With corn his crowded gran'ries groan,
3. In short, so vast his charge and gain,
That to possess them was a pain :
With happiness oppress'd he lies,
And much too prudent to be wise.
4. Near him there liv'd a beauteous maid,
With all the charms of youth array'd;
Good, amiable, sincere, and free:
Her name was Generosity.

5. 'Twas hers the largess to bestow
On rich and poor, on friend and foe.
Her doors to all were open'd wide;
The pilgrim there might safe abide.
6. For th' hungry and the thirsty crew,
The bread she broke, the drink she drew
There sickness laid her aching head,
And there distress could find a bed.
7. Each hour, with an all-bounteous hand,
Diffus'd the blessings round the land.
Her gifts and glory lasted long,

And num'rous was the accepting throng. 8. At length pale Penury seiz'd the dame, And fortune fled and ruin came;

She found her riches at an end,
And that she had not made one friend.
9. All blam'd her for not giving more,
Nor thought on what she'd done before.
She wept, she rav'd, she tore her hair,
When lo! to comfort her, came Care;
10. And cried," My dear, if you will join
Your hand in nuptial bonds with mine,

All will be well-you shall have store,
And I be plagu'd with wealth no more.
11. Though I restrain your bounteous heart,
You shall act the generous part.".

The bridal came, great was the feast,
And good the pudding and the priest.

12. The bride in nine moons brought him forth,
A little maid of matchless worth:

Her face was mix'd with care and glee;
And she was nam'd Economy.

13. They styl'd her fair discretion's queen,
The mistress of the golden mean.
Now Generosity confin'd
Perfectly easy in her mind,

Still loves to give, yet knows to spare,
Nor wishes to be free from Care.

SECTION XXXI.

The Slave.

7. WIDE over the tremulous sea,

The moon spread her mantle of light;
And the gale, gently dying away,
Breath'd soft on the bosom of night
2. On the forecastle Maratan stood,

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And pour'd forth his sorrowful tale;
His tears fell unseen in the flood.
His sighs pass'd unheard in the gale.
"Ah, wretch !" in wild anguish, he criedy
"From country and liberty torn!
Ah, Maratan, would thou hadst died,

Ere o'er the salt waves thou wert borne !
4. Through the groves of Angola I stray'd,
Love and hope made my basom their home;
There I talk'd with my favourite maid,

Nor dreamt of the sorrow to come.
5. From the thick et the man-hunter sprung
My cries echoed loud through the air:
There were fury and wrath on his tongue;
He was deaf to the voice of despair.

6. Flow ye tears down my cheeks ever flow; Still let sleep from my eye-lids depart; And still may the sorrows of wo,

Drink deep of the stream of my heart.
7. But hark! o'er the silence of night,
My Adila's accents I hear;

And mournful beneath the wan light,
I see her lov'd image appear.

8. Slow o'er the smooth ocean she glides,
As the mist that hangs light on the wave;
And fondly her partner she chides,

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Who lingers so long from the grave. 9 · Oh, Maratan! haste thee' she cries, 'Here the reign of oppression is o'er The tyrant is robb'd of his prize, And Adila sorrows no more.'

10. Now sinking amidst the dim ray,

Her form seems fade on my view:
O! stay thee, my Adila stay!-

She beckons, and I must pursue. 11. To-morrow the white man in vain,

Shall proudly account me his slave:
My shackles I plunge in the main.
And rush to the realms of the brave!"*

SECTION XXXII.

The Swallows.

1. ERE yellow autumn from our plains retir'd,
And gave to wint'ry storms the varied year,
The swallow race, with foresight clear inspir'd
To southern climes prepared their course to steer.

2. On Damon's roof a grave assembly sat,

His roof, a refuge to the feather'd kind : With serious look he mark'd the nice debate, And to his Delia thus address'd his mind.

It may not be improper to remind the young reader, that the anguish of the unhappy negros, on being separated for ever from their country and dearest connexions, with the dreadful prospect of perpetua! stevery, frequently becomes so exquisite, as to produce derangement of mind, and suicide.

3. "Observé yon twitt'ring flock, my gentle maid; Observe, and read the wondrous ways of Heav'n! With us, through summer's genial reign they stay'd, And food and lodgings to their wants were giv'n. 4. But now, through sacred prescience, well they know The near approach of elemental strife; The blust'ring tempest and the chilly snow, With ev'ry want and scourge o tender life. 5. Thus taught, they meditated a speedy flight; For this, e'en now they prune their vig'rous wing: For this, consult, advise, prepare, excite;

And prove their strength in many an airy ring

6. They feel a pow'r an impulse all divine!

That warns them hence; they feel it and obey: To this direction all their cares resign,

Unknown their destin'd stage, unmark'd their way. 7. And does no power its friendly aid dispense, Nor give us tidings of some happier came? Find we no guide in gracious providence, Beyond the stroke of death, the verge of time 8. Yes, yes, the sacred oracles we hear,

That point the path to realms of endless day;
That bids our hearts nor death, nor anguish fear,
This, future transport; that, to life the way.
9. Then let us timely for our flight prepare,
And form the soul for her divine abode;
Obey the call, and trust the leader's care,
To bring us safe, through virtue's path to God.
10. Let no fond love for earth exact a sigh;
No doubts divert our steady steps aside;
Nor let us long to live, nor dread to die:
Heav'n is our hope, and providence our guide."

JAGO,

THE END.