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pleasing to my imagination, which they wafted in a moment from Calcutta to a Highland heath!
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With my right-elbow leaning on the table, and my right-cheek suspended on my right-hand, after having listened for some time to the tune of Over the hills and far awa,' in a kind of transport, impelled by curiosity, I gently raised my head to gaze at the musician, who thus chanted His wood notes wild !'-Philo Yorick !--the figure which then presented itself to thy view, will not readily be effaced from thy remembrance !-A Reynolds, indeed, might do it justice, yet, if thy pen but feebly attempts to do so, the attempt perhaps may be pardoned.
He was a venerable figure, whose face discovered the roses of youth, blooming among the furrows of old age. His silver hair flowed in clustering ringlets down his neck, and reached forward half way over his brows, which rose loftily above a pair of eyes, from which benignance delighted to glance, and which sparkled with youthful animation. Every feature of his face, indeed, expressed amiableness, and almost seemed to glow with transport and pleasure, while in a foreign land he played the antique tunes of his native country.
Thus far, Philo Yorick, thy soul was pleased with a survey of the venerable musician ; till casting a glance downward, and beholding he had lost a leg !-something caused a sigh to rise from thy bosom, and a tear to steal into thine eye.—The musician, as he watched my motions, observed this—his fingers and elbow forgot to move the notes of his pipes ceased, and with a slow modest carriage~he approached me.
We gazed insensibly at each other ; Sympathy--blessed sympathy-caused a second sigh to escape my bosom, and another to rise from his :-- -Young man, said he, looking earnestly in my face-pressing one of my hands between his and holding up his wooden
stump-Young man-said he--you seem to be affected at seeing this !
I was just thinking, returned I, that in your situation-50 far from home--you are much to be pitied !And did you drop a tear on that account ? rejoined he-Remember, the limb was lost when fighting for my country!
The question-joined to the admonitory observation which followed it—had such an effect upon me that a conscious blush stole into my cheeks-and--but my pen fails !--this man was an old soldier !
can engage in a traffic, at once repugnant to the calls of humanity, and the precepts of religion-the barbarous traffic in human blood! Who can tear the simple negro from his country, his attachments, and his bliss who can load him with irons, to secure that dependence which his free-born spirit disdains-and who, instead of soothing the anguish of keen sensibility, enforces his obedience with menaces and whips !
Ye harmless natives of Africa, what have ye done, to deserve being marked out, as the victims of European, I dare not say Christian, avarice? Ye whom Providence has separated from us by oceans and continents, why should you be dragged from your native wilds, to smart under the lash of those to whom ye owe no allegiance, and to fatten with your blood, a soil from which ye reap no increase! Is it that luxury may riot
on the sweat of your brow, that inhumanity may wallow in affluence earned by your stripes ; or is it, great and eternal God! to fill up the measure of our crimes, that thou permittest this flagrant violation of thy laws?
Alas! commerce, the nurse of the blackest enormities, the frequent source of war and devastation, is your bane, and may be our ruin. Our forefathers were once as simple and as ignorant as you ; but they loved their country, they staid at home; while we, their offspring, disgrace it, wherever we extend our intercourse. In vain shall we tell you of a pure religion, of a future judgment, of an impartial retribution. Those with whom you are unfortunately connected prove too sensibly by their conduct, that their belief has no influence on their practice. In vain shall we tell you, that misery is the growth of every climate, and that you are no more wretched in a foreign land than you would be in your own. Nature and reason abjure the flimsy pretext. In your breasts the love of your country flows as warm as in ours; and who was ever brought to regard eternal banishment, as an agreeable alternative for any thing less than death! Besides, our avarice is the grand original source of all your ills. We excite the sordid passions of robbery and gain in the bosoms of your chiefs; and then direct them as engines to produce our own interest, and your ruin! Aggravated infamy! unparalleled barbarity! To spread devastation, and to exult in its progress-to sow the seeds of guilt, and to reap with joy the full harvest of our iniquity.
To you, my countrymen, permit me now to appeal. Renowned for all the arts that can embellish life, for all the powers that can render friendship valuable, or enmity dreadful; blessed, in general, with hearts to feel for distress, and with hands ready to relieve it ;-why, when thus happy, thus great, and thus amiable, will you suffer the national glory to be tarnished, by the inhuman avarice of a worthless few !
Thank God! the liberal spirit of humanity is gone abroad; and a virtuous indignation is roused against those who disgrace the British name. But though the cause is one of the noblest in which generous and enlightened minds can embark, though Heaven unquestionably views your exertions with
complacency, it is necessary, that zeal should be tempered with moderation, lest clemency rashly extended, should defeat its own purpose.
In the constitution of things in this world, it is im possible to separate the evil entirely from the good; and when we are plunged deeply into error, it is not in our power, by one single effort, to recover. The immediate and absolute emancipation of your slaves is only the scheme of the visionary enthusiast; it would be attended with more dreadful effects than it is calculated to relieve. To stop the progress of the evil-to allow the unfortunate beings now under the whip of their task-masters, all the privileges of human creatures all the indulgencies that religion and justice demand, would at once conduce to your interest, your happiness, and your credit.
But if interest, if happiness, if credit, are of no estimation in your eyes, think on future consequences ; think on the precepts of religion; think on the hopes of immortality !
PRIDE AND VANITY.
WHOSE qualities are sometimes used as synony
ing founded on the opinion people have of their own merit, can support itself in spite of the neglect or disapprobation of others; whereas vanity lives on the applause and adm ation of those around; and when that kind of nourishment is refused, pines and languishes with mortification. Pride, however, is gratified with praise as well as vanity, provided the praise is delicate, comes from a respectable quarter, and is accompanied with the consciousness of being deserved.
But vanity devours it voraciously, however coarsely served up, from whatever quarter it comes, and whether merited or not. The vain, continually afraid of losing importance in the world, avoid those of their acquaintance, however worthy of esteem, who are in an humble situation in life, or who are unfashionably dressed, and particularly if they chance to meet them when they themselves are in company with people of high rank. The truly proud man despising such conduct, and never afraid of losing his importance, accosts the humblest of his acquaintance with equal kindness, whether he meets them when alone, or in the circles of grandeur and fashion.
POURTRAYED IN LIVELY COLOURS.
CIRCUMSTANCE, recommending and endear
ing the flowery creation, is their regular succession. They make not their appearance all at once, but in an orderly rotation. While a proper number of these obliging retainers are in waiting, the others abscond, but hold themselves in a posture of service, ready to take their turn, and fill each his respective station the instant it becomes vacant.-—The snowdrop, foremost of the lovely train, breaks her way through the frozen soil, in order to present her early compliments to her lord. Dressed in the robe of innocency, she steps