In September, 1798, a Dissenting Minister of Bristol, discovered a Sailor in the neighbourhood of that City, groaning and praying in a hovel. The circumstance that occasioned his agony of mind is detailed in the annexed Ballad, without the slightest addition or alteration. By presenting it as a Poem the story is made more public, and such stories ought to be made as public as possible. THE SAILOR, WHO HAD SERVED IN THE SLAVE-TRADE. He stopt,-it surely was a groan That from the hovel came ! He stopt and listened anxiously Again it sounds the same. It surely from the hovel comes! And thence he hears the name of Christ Amidst a broken prayer. He entered in the hovel now, A sailor there he sees, His hands were lifted up to Heaven |