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But at the thought of such iniquity,
OH PRESS ME NOT TO TASTE AGAIN.
press me not to taste again
That still my shuddering vision meets.
Away! 'tis loathsome! bear me hence !
I cannot feed on human sighs,
While blood is 'neath the fair disguise.
No, never let me taste again
Of aught beside the coarsest fare,
With the polluted luxuries there.
LOOKING AT THE SOLDIERS. “MOTHER, the trumpets are sounding to-day, And the soldiers go by in their gallant array ! Their horses prance gaily, their banners float free, Come, come to the window, dear mother, with me. “Do you see how their bayonets gleam in the sun, And their soldier-plumes nod, as they slowly march on? And look to the regular tread of their feet ! Keeping time to the sound of the kettle-drum's beat. “This, mother, you know, is a glorious day, And Americans all should be joyous and gay ; For the Fourth of July saw our country set free; But you look not delighted, dear mother, like me!" “No, love; for that shining and brilliant display, To me only tells of war's fearful array; And I know that those bayonets, flashing so bright, Were made in man's blood to be spoil'd of their light. “ And the music that swells up so sweet to the ear, In a long gush of melody, joyous and clear, Just as freely would pour out its wild thrilling flood, To stir up men's hearts to the shedding of blood ! “Our country, my boy, as you tell me, is free, But even that thought brings a sadness to me; For less guilt would be hers, were her own fetter'd hand Unable to loosen her slaves from their band.
“We joy that our country's light bonds have been broke, But her sons wear, by thousands, a life-crushing yoke; And yon bayonets, dear, would be sheathed in their breast, Should they fling off the shackles that round them are prest, “Even 'midst these triumphant rejoicings, to-day, The slave-mother weeps for her babes, torn away, 'Midst the echoing burst of these shouts, to be sold, Human forms as they are, for a pittance of gold ! “ Can you wonder then, love, that your mother is sad, Though yon show is so gay, and the crowd is so glad ? Or will not my boy turn with me from the sight, To think of those slaves sunk in sorrow and night ?”
TO A STRANGER. I KNOW thee not, young maiden, yet I know that there must be Around that heart of thine, sweet ties of clinging sympathy; Dwell'st thou not ’midst "thy childhood's hours, a loved and
loving one, Around whose path affection's light hath ever sunshine thrown? A sister's arm is round thee twined, perchance, oh deeply blest! A parent's fond and holy kiss upon thy brow is prest; A brother's love—is that, too, thine ? —a gem of priceless worth, To guard thee, like a talisman, amid the storms of earth. Then blame me not, that I should seek, although I know not thee, To waken in thy heart its chords of holiest sympathy; It is for woman's bleeding heart, for woman's humbled form, O’er which the reeking lash is swung, with life's red current
It is for those who wildly mourn o'er many a broken tie,
hand, The wrong'd, the wretched, the enslaved, in freedom's chosen
Oh, lady! when a sister's cry is ringing on the air,
brutal mirth, And all affection's holiest ties are trampled to the earth, May female hearts be still unstirr’d, and ’midst their wretch.
ed lot, The victims of unmeasured wrongs be carelessly forgot? Or shall the prayer be pour'd for them, the tear be freely given, Until the chains, that bind them now, from every limb be riven?
Eat! they are cates for a lady's lip,
many a sob of wild despair,
LITTLE SADO'S STORY.
Robert Sutcliff, in his book of travels in America, relates the incident which has suggested the following lines. Little Sado was an African boy, who was rescued from a slave-ship by a United States' frigate, and provided by the Pennsylvania Abolition Society with a home, in a respectable family, near Philadelphia.
“ Although tended with the greatest tenderness," says Sutcliff, “yet he was often seen weeping at the recollection of his near connexions. He said that himself and sister were on a visit, at a relation's, and that after the family had retired to rest, they were suddenly alarmed at the dead of night, by a company of man-stealers breaking into their habitation. They were all carried off towards the sea, where they arrived at the end of three days, and were confined until the vessel sailed.
“Not long after this negro boy had been brought into S. P.'s family, he was taken ill of a bad fever; and for a time there appeared but little hopes of his recovery, although the best medical help was obtained, and every kindness and attention shown him.
“ There being now scarcely any prospect of his recovery, his mistress was desirous of administering some religious consolation, and observed to him, as he had always been a very good boy, she had no doubt that if he died at this time, his spirit would be admitted into a state of eternal rest and peace. On hearing this he quickly replied, “I know that if I die, I shall be happy; for as soon as my body is dead, my spirit shall fly away to my father and mother and sisters and brothers in Africa. The boy recovered. His good conduct had gained the favour and respect of the whole family, and I have no doubt that the care bestowed upon his education, will in due time afford him a brighter prospect of a future state than that of returning to Africa.”
“Why weep'st thou, gentle boy? Is not thy lot