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NEGRO-CODE OF LOCIS XIV. -A SLAVE-CODE SHOULD PRO
TECT THE NEGRO.
But pleased decoy them from their shady haunts, And semblant scorn, resent the ravished bliss.
But let not thou the drum their mirth inspire,
(What will not bacchanalian frenzy dare ?), Or, bound in chains of artificial force,
Fell acts of blood and vengeance they pursue.
Compel by threats, or win by soothing arts,
Thy slaves to wed their fellow-slaves at home ;
So shall they not their vigorous prime destroy,
By distant journeys at untimely hours,
When muffled midnight decks her raven hair Or on the sounding margin of the main,
With the white plumage of the prickly vine. Or on some dry hill's gently-sloping sides,
SLAVE CLOTHING; WILTSHIRE WOOLENS ; SCOTCH LINEN. In streets at distance due. When near the beach,
Wouldst thou from countless ails preserve thy Let frequent coco cast its wavy shade ;
[gang, 'Tis Neptune's tree, and, nourished by the spray,
every negro, as the candle-weed Soon round the bending stem's aérial height
Expands his blossoms to the cloudy sky, Clusters of mighty nuts, with milk and fruit
And moist Aquarius melts in daily showers, Delicious fraught, hang clustering in the sky.
A woolly vestment give (this Wiltshire weaves), There let the bay-grape, too, its crooked limbs
Warm to repel chill night's unwholesome dews ; Project enormous ; of impurpled hue
While strong coarse linen, from the Scotian loom,
Wards off the fervors of the burning day.
The truly great, though from a hostile clime,
The sacred Nine embalm ; then, Muses, chant A wholesome nutriment bananas yield,
In grateful numbers Gallic Lewis' praise ;
For private murder quelled, for laurelled arts
But, chief for those mild laws his wisdom framed,
To guard the Ethiop from tyrannic sway!
claims, Unless some pitying naiad deign to lave,
Did such obtain, the Muse, at midnight hour, With an unceasing stream, thy thirsty bounds.
This last brain-racking study had not plied ;
But, sunk in slumbers of immortal bliss,
To bards had listened on a fancied Thames !
All hail, old father Thames ! though not from
Though thou, no Plata, to the sea devolve
And every quarter of this sea-girt globe
By great Columbus found, where now the Muse
Which charm the sight with many a pleasing form.
The moon in virgin-glory gilds the pole, A thousand tuneful intricacies weave,
And tips yon tamarinds, tips yon cane-crowned vale, Sbaking their sable limbs ; and oft a kiss
With fluent silver, while unnumbered stars Steal from their partners, who, with neck reclined, Gild the vast concave with their lively beams.
APOSTROPHE TO THE THAMES.
The main, a moving, burnished mirror, shines ; His banks neglected and his waves unsought,
And sparkling stars the vast horizon gild,
She shall not crouch, if wisdom guide the helm, Ah me, what thunders roll! the sky's on fire! Wisdom that bade loud fame, with justest praise, Now sudden darkness muffles up the pole !
Record her triumphs ; bade the lackeying winds Heavens ! what wild scenes before the affrighted Transport to every quarter of the globe
Her winged navies, bade her sceptred sons Imperfect swim ! — See ! in that flaming scroll Of earth acknowledge her preěminence ! Which time unfolds, the future germs bud forth She shall not crouch, if these cane ocean-isles, Of mighty empires ! independent realms ! - Isles which on Britain for their all depend, And must Britannia, Neptune's favorite queen, And must forever, still indulgent, share Protectress of true science, freedom, arts,
Her fostering smile, and other isles be given Must she, ah! must she to her offspring crouch ? From vanquished foes. — And see, another race !
A golden era dazzles my fond sight!
That other race, that longed-for era, hail ! Ah, must my Thames, old ocean's favorite son, The British George now reigns, the patriot king ! Resign his trident to barbario streams,
Britain shall ever triumph o'er the main.
FUTURE COLONIAL GLORIES OF BRITAIN.
Tusser's "December's Husbandry."
Whex frost will not suffer to dike and to hedge,
Serve rye-straw out first, then wheat-straw and
BLOOMFIELD'S “ MARKET-NIGHT.” O WINDs, howl not so long and loud ;
Nor with your vengeance arm the snow : Bear hence each heavy-loaded cloud,
And let the twinkling star-beams glow. •Now, sweeping floods, rush down the slope,
Wide scattering ruin. Stars, shine soon! No other light my love can hope ;
Midnight will want the joyous moon. O guardian Spirits !— ye that dwell
Where woods, and pits, and hollow ways, The lone night traveller's fancy swell
With fearful tales of older days, – • Press round him :- guide his willing steed
Through darkness, dangers, currents, snows ; Wait where, from sheltering thickets freed, • The dreary heath's rude whirlwind blows. From darkness rushing o'er his way,
The thorn's white load it bears on high ! Where the short furze all shrouded lay,
Mounts the dried grass ; - earth’s bosom dry. Then o'er the hill, with furious sweep,
It rends the elevated tree-
Nor storm nor darkness startles thee ! "O blest assurance (trusty steed),
To thee the buried road is known ; Home all the spur thy footsteps need,
When loose the frozen rein is thrown. • Between the roaring blasts that shake
The naked elder at the door, Though not one prattler to me speak,
Their sleeping sighs delight me more. Sound is their rest — they little know
What pain, what cold, their father feels ; But dream, perhaps, they see him now,
While each the promised orange peels. • Would it were so ! the fire burns bright,
And on the warming trencher gleams ; In expectation's raptured sight
How precious his arrival seems ! "I'll look abroad !- 't is piercing cold !
How the bleak wind assails his breast ! Yet some faint light mine eyes behold :
The storm is verging o'er the west. • There shines a star !-() welcome sight!
Through the thin vapors brightning still ! Yet, 't was beneath the fairest night
The murderer stained yon lonely hill !
Mercy, kind Heaven ! such thoughts dispel !
No voice, no footstep, can I hear ! (Where night and silence brooding dwell,
Spreads thy cold reign, heart-chilling fear.) • Distressing hour! uncertain fate !
O mercy, mercy, guide him home!Hark!- then I heard the distant gate, –
Repeat it, echo ; quickly, come !
Or, still more wretched must I be ?
I see him, clothed in snow ; — 't is he ! • Where have you stayed ? put down your load.
How have you borne the storm, the cold ? What horrors did I not forebode –
That beast is worth his weight in gold.' Thus spoke the joyful wife ; – then ran
And hid in grateful steams her head : Dapple was housed, the hungry man
With joy glanced o'er the children's bed. What, all asleep! - so best,' he cried :
0, what a night I've travelled through ! Unseen, unheard, I might have died ;
But Heaven has brought me safe to you. Dear partner of my nights and days,
That smile becomes thee! - let us then Learn, though mishap may cross our ways,
It is not ours to reckon when.'
THE HAPPY FIRESIDE.
The hearth was clean, the fire clear,
The kettle on for tea ; Palemon, in his elbow-chair,
As blessed as man could be.
Clarinda, who his heart possessed,
And was his new-made bride, With head reclined upon his breast,
Sat toying by his side. Stretched at his feet, in happy state,
A favorite dog was laid ; By whom a little sportive cat
In wanton humor played. Clarinda's hand he gently pressed ;
She stole an amorous kiss,
The fulness of her bliss.
Hymn of Praise for December.
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MILTON'S “ CHRISTMAS HYMN.”
All meanly wrapt in a rude manger lies ;
With her great Master so to sympathize:
To wanton with the sun, her lusty paramour. **
The idle spear and shield were high up-hung;
The trumpet spake not to the armed throng ;
His reign of peace upon the earth began :
Whispering new joys to the mild ocean,
While birds of calm sit on the charméd wave. **
Sat simply chatting in a rustic row;
; ; Perhaps their loves, or else their sheep,
Was all that did their silly thoughts so busy keep.
As never was by mortal singer strook,
As all their souls in blissful rapture took :
With thousand echoes still prolongs cach heavenly
[played, Are seen in glittering ranks, with wings disHarping, in loud and solemn choir,
With unexpressive notes to Heaven's new-born 12. Such music as ('t is said) Before was never made,
But when of old the Sons of Morning sung,
While the Creator great
And the well-balanced world on hinges hung,
And bid the weltering waves their oozy channel 13. Ring out, ye crystal spheres,
Once bless our human ears
(If ye have power to touch our senses so),
And let the base of heaven's deep organ blow,
up full consort to the angelic symphony. 14. For if such holy song
Inwarp our fancy long,
Time will run back, and fetch the Age of Gold,
And leprous sin will melt from earthly mould,
And leave her dolorous mansion to the peering
[leaving With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos No nightly trance or breathéd spell (cell.
Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic 20. The lonely mountains o'er,
And the resounding shore,
A voice of weeping heard and loud lament;
The parting genius is with sighing sent;
The nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets
Affrights the flamens at their service quaint;
While each peculiar power foregoes his customed
Her sleeping Lord with handmaid lamp at-
With kindred pleasures moved, and cares opprest, Sharing alike our weariness and rest ; Who lives the daily partner of our hours, Thro' every change of heat, and frost, and showers; Partakes our cheerful meals, partaking first In mutual labor and in mutual thirst, The kindly intercourse will ever prove A bond of amity and social love. SYMPATHY WITH OUR DOMESTIC ANIMALS ; THEIR DEPENDENCE
For though on hoary twigs no buds peep out, And e'en the hardy bramble cease to sprout, Beneath dread Winter's level sheets of snow The sweet nutritious turnip deigns to grow. Till now imperious want and wide-spread dearth Bid labor claim her treasures from the earth. On Giles, and such as Giles, the labor falls To strew the frequent load where hunger calls. On driving gales sharp hail indignant flies, And sleet, more irksome still, assails his eyes ; Snow clogs his feet; or, if no snow is seen, The field with all its juicy store to screen, Deep goes the frost, till every root is found A rolling mass of ice upon the ground. No tender ewe can break her nightly fast, Nor heifer strong begin the cold repast,
To more than man this generous warmth extends, And oft the team and shiv'ring herd befriends ; Tender solicitude the bosom fills, And pity executes what reason wills : Youth learns compassion's tale from every tongue, And flies to aid the helpless and the young ;