...prospect presented by the world around us, seems too fully to justify the reflections of the Poet Cowper: "There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, '•'It...for man. • "The natural bond of brotherhood, is severed as the flax, "That falls asunder at the touch of fire." Indeed, when we consider the enormous...

...unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more ! My ear is pain'd, My soul is sick with ev'ry day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is fill'd. There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart ; It rioes not feel for man. The nat'ral bond Of brotherhood is sever'd, as the flax That falls asunder...

...unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more ! My ear is pain'd, My soul is sick with ev'ry day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is fill'd....sever'd, as the flax, That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He finds his fellow guilty of a skin Not colour'd like his own ; and having pow'r T" enforce...

...or successful war, Might never reach me more ! My ear is pain'd, 5 My soul is sick with ev'ry day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is fill'd....natural bond Of brotherhood is sever'd. as the flax, 10 That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He finds his fellow guilty of a skin Not colour'd like...

...unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more ! My ear is pain'd, My soul is sick with ev'ry day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is fill'd....man's obdurate heart ; It does not feel for man. The nat'ral bond Of brotherhood is sever'd, as the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He finds...

...unsuccessful or successful war, Mi^ht never reach me more ! My ear is pain'd, My soul is sick with cv'ry day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is fill'd....man's obdurate heart ; It does not feel for man. The nat'ral bond Of brotherhood is sever'd, as the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire. a He finds...

...or successful war, i Might never reach me more ! My ear is paifl'd, My soul is sick with ev'ry day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is fill'd....man's obdurate heart ; It does not feel for man. The nat'ral bond Of brotherhood is sever'd, as the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire. . 2. He...

...is pained, My soul is sick with every day's report Of wrong and outrage with which Earth is filled. There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, It does...feel for man ; the natural bond Of brotherhood is severed as the flax, That falls asunder at the touch of fire. He finds his fellow guilty of a skin...

...unsuccessful or successful war Might never reach me more ! My ear is pain'd. My soul w sick with. every day's report Of wrong and outrage with which earth is fill'd. there is no flesh in man's obdurate heart : lt does not feel (or man. The nat'ral bond Of brotherhood is sevtr'd as the flax 1 hat (alls asunder...

...separate purchasers ; and they were literally tora from each other. How just the remark of Cowper, — ' There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart — It does not feel for man '"' The following notices of cases between masters and slaves, are extracted from the Annual Lists of trials...