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of having neglected, at least attempting these or similar measures of improvement. The measure of Cooper Thomson, whilst partaking largely of a missionary nature, was one step in advance, though on a too narrow and limited scale; and if it did not succeed to the sanguine expectations formed of it, instead of languor in our future endeavours, it ought to excite us to a fresh and more vigorous prosecution of them. There was at one time a premium for encouraging the natives in the production of cotton, by the placing £10 with each of the managers of the respective districts to purchase what was cultivated and raised, and there was found no wart of application or success of the object hoped for. The great want is, encouragement and direction of native talent and industry to elevate the condition of the African on his own soil. If we have not had that encouragement afforded in the prosecution of the enterprise of civilising and infusing the elements of the British constitution so as to make Sierra Leone the grand key to the regeneration of the Africans and the more distant Mahomedan nations in the interior, we must not now despair. Difficulties have existed, over which the hardest battle has been fought; the climate, the greatest obstacle, is yearly becoming less deadly by the prosecution of a wholesome system of drainage and the erection of bridges to carry off the heavy rains, which before became stagnant pools with decayed vegetable matter the never failing source of malaria, fever, and death. Let the sanatory condition of the Colony be duly attended to by the authorities, and Sierra Leone will, in due time, become a place of comparative health to the European, and lose that dread with which the newly-arrived too often is impressed on his arrival on its shores. The local Government first demands reformation and attention from the Home Colonial Minister ; and, surely, if the infantine Colony of New Zealand, which as it were but yesterday emerged from barbarism to a state of civilisation, has the watchful and guardian care of the Noble Earl,* surely Sierra Leone, the theatre of England's benefaction and humanity, appeals a thousand times louder, that its interests and welfare should not be neglected at the present epoch in her history. It is the scene of the philanthropist's exertions ; for to hold the Colony solely on political grounds is an expensive and futile object: if dò other object than this were in view, it would be better to leave it to its fåte, and sigh with regret for our past sacrifices. The sacred cause of humanity is here involved, and where the ministers of peace have an endless field of labour in holding the cross and the olive-branch of peace before a pagan and benighted people, we must proceed onward in our career for the welfare of Africa, trusting to the guardian care of He, the Governor of all, the onerous duties of a Christian legislature will have been fulfilled. Our nation will be handed down to posterity with an undying fame, and in future ages the sable sons of Africa may yet erect an imperishable monument to England's greatness and her glory.
It may not perhaps be entirely uninteresting, or be deemed egotistical, to state the end of my voyage from Africa, although, in doing so, my reader must, with me, wing his way across the broad Atlantic to the New World. While the writer is not disposed to quarrel with the Americans as individuals, the hospitality and kindness of whom he has more than once experienced during a sojourn amongst them in the years 1835 and 1836, he cannot but express feelings of honest reprobation and indignation at that foul blot of slavery which is so strange an anomaly in the institution of a State professedly called the land of liberty and freedom.
The reader is already informed of my departure from Sierra Leone, in the last stage of ill health ; it was in the good ship “Frankfield,” William Mitchell, commander, than whom a more brave or more kind seaman never led an ocean life. Under his kindness, and the attention of the medical officer, Mr. W. Nicholson, my health
progressed for the better. We ran through the windward West India Islands, sighting most of them, and made New Orleans on the 25th of January, 1846, after a pleasant passage of forty-three days. Here I had intended to remain through the southern and mild winter, in comparison to that of England; but finding myself in a yet weakly condition, and having become disgusted at beholding the difference between this southern pandemonium and Sierra Leone-where, with all its faults, 'tis sacred to the cause of humanity and freedom-here, where the poor
slave is exhibited for sale, and driven through the streets in coffles, brought up with sanguinary Cuban bloodhounds, and the merciless American master-where law and justice is evaded, the assassin's use of the poniard and bowie knife frequent, the Sabbath desecrated by unholy and unhallowed amusements, theatres, balls, gambling, the hired prostitution of the creole slave by her master, lust, licentiousness, villany, and vice, parade the streets at noon-day-when I beheld the mighty Mississippi's waters, bearing on her expansive bosom immense cargoes of produce , (and, must I confess it?-to England) wrung from the very sweat of the slave by the infliction of the torturing lash and galling chain, I could not but think that the awful visitation of mortality with which this city is annually scourged is a just and divine retribution from heaven upon ber for her malefactions and misdeeds-where the pestilential blast of inhuman bondage mars the fair and noble works of God, the rights of man are set at nought, and real liberty becomes a mockery, a mere phantom. My stay here continued but eleven days, when, having received every kind. ness and assistance from Her Britannic Majesty's Consul, Mr. W. Mure, I took passage in the ship “ Victoria,” W. McMahon, commander, on the 1st of February, 1846, courting the breeze to waft me from the shores of this leviathan monster of a mock republic to my native land, the refuge of the oppressed, the home of the exile, and the land of the free, arriving on the 12th of March, 1846, where, through the aid of a merciful Providence, I have at last recovered from the effects of a long residence in an African climate ; and, seasoned as an African oak, I ready once more to dare the climate, either in the service of my country, or to use my humble but determined effort to widen and extend our commerce through her fruitful valleys, and explore her mines of unembowelled treasures of the precious ores; and, with past experience, I trust, a wiser, a better, and a more useful man.
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