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Io him each hellish paffion rudely glow'd,
And cruelty in him most cruel shew'd.
Him lust infernal, one fad ev'ning, led
T'invade the chasteness of my marriage bed :
I chanc'd t'approach

the cariff I surpriz'd-
My wife preserv'd, and had his guilt chaliis'd,
While full with vengeance boil'd my wounded heart
But chance reserv'd him for a baser part.
Meanwhile o'erjoy'd that vice e'en once had fail'd,
I bless'd the gods that innocence prevail'd.

The baffled villain, now a foc profess'd,
Rolls scenes of blood within his rank’ling breast;
With coward arts he forg'd a crafty tale;
And hands unrighroous poize the partial scale.
Imputed crimes to crush the weak suffice,
Hearsay is guilt, and damning fact surmise.
Where uncurb’d will usurps the place of laws,
No friendly pleader takes the wretch's cause.
Our tyrant's fears each want of proof supply'd,
We stand condemn'd, unquestions, and untry'd.

Oh! had the grief and Thaine been all my own,
And the black vengeance lit on me alone !
But harsher fates a harder curle decreed;
These eyes were doom'd to see Melinda bleed.
I saw her by relentless ruffians bound,
The brandith'd scourge inflict the mortal wound,
Her tender frame abus'd, and mangled o'er,
I saw her welt'ring in a flood of gore.
The murd'rous scene had foon a dreadful close
And do I live! and can I speak my woes !
Her pregnant womb no longer could sustain
The public shame, and agony of pain ;
A birth abortive robb'd her of her breath,
And pangs convulsive seal'd her eyes in death.
One only pledge my weary soul detains,
This hapless infant, all that now reinains ;
The mournful image of my once lov'd wife,
And ties ine down awhile to hated life.
Else this bold hand fhould liberty rettore,
And my rapt fpirit seek a happier More.
Thro' devious paths with timid haste we fly,
Where yon blue mountains meet the bending sky.
Nor serpents haunts I dread, nor desarts drear,
The mastor-lavage, Man, alone I fear.

MOMBAZE.
Since from our native realms compellid to part,
Such pointed sorrows have not touch'd my hcart.
Insatiate plunderers! could it not fuffice
To'rend, inhuman, all the social ties !

From

From guiltless joys, that bless's our native foil,
Dragg'd to a life of misery and coil;
Would you yet take the little God has giv’n,
And intercept the gracious dews of Heav'n!
Your rage for blood, wild as your chirit of gain,
Shall no respects, not truths divine, restrain !
The eternal fabric can a name undo?
Is rape and murder sanctified in you?
And us, what laws, as impious as severe,
Forbid the common rights of man to share ?
Didst thou, creative Power! thy views contine!
For one proud race the spacious earth defign?
For them alone does plenty deck the vale,
Blush in the fruit, and tinge the feented gale?
For them the seasons all their sweets unfold?
Blooms the fresh rose, and thines the waving gold?
O no, all bounteous is thy equal hand,
And thy fix'd laws irrevocable stand!
Hapless Zamboia! had it been thy fate
With me to share my more propitious state;
Thy foul had breath'd no impious with to dic,
Nor the big rear had trembled in thine eye.
' Disjoin'd from thee, I too to slavery went ;
But Heaven a father, not a master, lent.--
He seems, as Virtue's self in mortal guise,
Tho' wealthy, fimple, and tho' modett, wise.
Bleit be the hand that life and freedom gave!
That pow'r can boast, exerted but to fave!
Blest the sage tongue, that for’d the vac:int mind!
The manners soften'd, and the heart refin'd!
That still to Heaven's unerring dictates true,
Eternal truth unfolded to our view!
But come! thy faint and weary limbs repole,
Forgetful of thy fears, thy gricfs compose;
By morning's dawn with earnett foot I speed,
Nor Sleep these eyes till I behold thee freed.
Some wealth I have, and did I prize it more,
Well spared for this I deem the lacred store.

So talk'd these friends, and to the cottage haste;
While fad Zamboia his pursuers trae'd ;
The ruffian band arrest the hapless swain,
And pray'rs and tears and promises are vain;
Their vengeful fervour, no-not gifts abate ;

But bound in chains, they drag him to bis fate *. * A higher reward is generally offered for the bead of a fugitivo Negro, than for bringing him alive.

EFFUSIONS EFFUSIONS on quitting an ACADEMIC LIFE.

(An original Communication.)

Sero respicitur tellus, ubi, fune soluto,

Currit in immensum panda carina falum.

Orin.

DIEU, ye facred walls, ye lofty tow'rs,

Imperial Learning's venerable seats ! Reluctant now I quit your peaceful bow'rs,

Your happy manfions, and your lov'd retreats, Here keen-ey'd Science plumes her daring wing;

Vent'rous The here eflays her noblest fights: Here, in each claffic grove, the Mutes fing,

And fill the mind with innocent delights. Grateful I venerate those honour'd names,

Who patronis'd fair Learning's infant cause; Who nobly dar'd to vindicate her claiins

To juit regard, diflinction, and applause. 'Midit the illustrious groupe an Alfred shines ;

Alfred the just, the virtuous, and the great ; Who mingled with the wreath that conqueft twincs,

The cares of science, and the toils of state. 'Tho' in these seats dim Superstition reign'd,

Clouding each mind, unnerving ev'ry heart; Tho'monkifh fraud its empire here maintain'd;

And wily pricíts here play'd th' impostor's part: Tho' herc dull schoolmen vain debate pursu'd,

And the free mind in abject fetters bound; Tho' with thin fophiftry, and jargon rude,

All common fenfe they labour'd to confound : Yet now the scene in diff'rent guise appears;

All former traces, like a dream, are fied ; Religion now a lib'ral aspect wears;

Now genuine Science lifts her tow'ring head. Devious how oft in tranquil mood I've ftray'd,

Where Cherwell's placid ftream irriguous flows;
Where Ifis, wand'ring thro' the dewy mead,

On the gay plains fertility beitows.
Oft have I view'd, immers'd in foothing thought,

Uprear'd by ancient hands the 'massy pile;
The Gothic turret high, the Saxon vault,

The painted window, and the lengthen'd aile.

Achaian

Achaian models too I've frequent trac'd,

Where genius blazes in the grand design ; The structure with Corinthian columns grac'd, .

Where Auic taste and harmony combine. Where the high roof attracts the Itudious eye,

The roof with Bodley's rev'rend name inscrib'd; Where num'rous comes in classic order lie,

And plentouus stores of knowledge are imbib'd : How oft, well pleas'd, I've turned the varied page,

My mind decach'd from ev'ry futile joy, From giddy vanities that life engage,

Follies that vex, and sorrows that annoy. Forgot each busy care of active life,

Forgot the turmoils of the public scene, Forgoc all envy, pride, and jealous strife,

The Itarts of passion, and the fits of spleen! Adieu, ye groves, where erst I wont to roam,

Where health attends the clear falubrious air ; Retirement left, I seek a diff'rent home,

And to the gay metropolis repair.

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DOMESTIC

LITERATURE

of the Year 1785.

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N our account of the Theolo- been so frequently discussed by po

gical Publications of the year lemics, that the reader will not es. 1784, we omitted taking notice of pect any thing new on it from the a work in two volumes, oʻtavo, en. pen, of Dr. Randolph; or that it titled, “ A View of our blefied Sa- should add much to the reputation viour's Ministry, and the Proofs of of his critical abilities. his divine Million arising from thence. Together with a Charge, The catalogue of the present Differtations, Sermons, and Thco year's productions presents to us, as logical Lectures. By the late 'Tho- deserving of peculiar attention, “ A mas Randolph, D. Ď. Archdeacon Collection of Theological. Tracts, of Oxford, President of Corpus in fix volumes, octavo, by Dr. Christi College, and Margaret Pro. Watson, bishop of Landaff

, and feffor of Divinity in the Univer. Regius Professor of Divinity in fity of Oxford.' The estimation the university of Cambridge.” The in which Dr. Randolph was held as excellent prelate, who is the editor a theological disputant is well of this very useful publication, is known. We have had occasion, well known and admired for his li. in speaking of the domestic litera- berality and manliness of sentiment, ture of a former year, to pay our as well as for his disinterestedness tribute of respect to the accuracy and integrity. We are both charn. and diligence which have marked ed and cdified by the elegance and his critical labours. Several of the energy with which he pleads the pieces in the present volumes have cause of piety and benevolence, in been published before. The prin. the preface to these volumes. This cipal part of the first volume is preface consists of very candid and taken up by a view of our bleffed lensible reflections on the present Saviour's ministry, and the proofs state of Christianity, and the proof his divine mission arising from per methods for its improrement; thence. The other new pieces con- together with excellent reasons for fift of two ingenious dissertations on that moderation, to which the ipidifferent Pfalms, and Prælectiones rit of the times is so favourable. Theologicæ. In the latter, our We cannot give a better idea of his author engages in the controversy lordship's delign in forining this ferelating to the divinity of Christ, tection than his own words will and dilcovers the fame attachment, convey. “In publishing this Cole as on former occasions, to the creed lection of Theological Tracts, says which is commonly deemed ortho. he, I have had no other end in dox. This subject, however, hath view but to afford young perfons of

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