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Glad thoughts may fit across the mind, and rapture plume her wings,
To wean the daunted soul from earth and earth's imaginings.

But nought can soothe the untaught heart, whose passion is its pain,
For oh! the hope that's once inurn'd may never germ again.

The vacant yearning of the soul encircled by its dearth-
The aching loneliness whose thought soars upwards from the earth-
Alas! what kindred soul can join the passion-fractured chain?
What blessed hope refresh the flow'r that will not bloom again?
Oh! many be the fireless souls-the dull, the heartless throng,
Who gloss their wounded feelings o'er, nor brood upon their wrong;
But vainly would the phantom, Hope, preside at misery's fane-
The hope that grief hath once inurn'd may never germ again.
A star departeth from its sphere-what fills the void in space?
A soul flits onwards to its bourn-and what maintains its place?
Each lovely thing of life and light must learn to rise and wane-
The hope that grief hath once inurn'd may never germ again.
We have no thought but of the grave-no bliss but of the tomb,
The spirit-lights which glad our dreams, sink, like despair, to gloom;
We live-we love-we sink in death-what farther should remain-
To say the hope that's once inurn'd may never germ again?

THE SLAVE QUESTION.

Ar a period in which individual prejudice is amalgamated with party feeling, and sophistry is preferred before justice, it becomes us to inquire into the merits of every question that agitates society, with the strict scrutiny of an impartial mind. Justice and reason must influence us in our determinations of right and wrong, and not the theories of a specious and imaginative oratory, or the delusions of a wily policy. Slavery, in its every sense, is abhorrent to the feelings of the free; and, taken in the abstract, it is at once the pity and reprobation of the humane. And in this view men are apt to regard its present existence who are ignorant of the ameliorations of which it is capable, and which are, in truth, provided against its hardships and aggravations in our colonies. We are by no means the advocates of this degrading state of being, but we propose to inquire whether it can, with prudence, at an immediately given period, be abrogated in a society where both the bondman and the free have contemplated it as existing, not only with the sanction of local law, but under the express fiat of Eng lish jurisprudence. Petitions against slavery are now pouring into that very house which once ratified its

being; and Parliament is required to vitiate its own decree, to the exercise of which, with a loud and indemnifying call, it invited the subjects of this realm. The free-born Briton consented to cross the broad ocean, and invest his fortunes in our island colonies of the western hemisphere, that precarious and insalubrious region, where the scorching of the blast, and the violence of the tornado, work alike destruction to man and his possessions; and where a rainy deluge, and an ardent sun, produce disaster and disease. His risk was then appreciated, and England gave her guarantee of approval and protection. His daring speculations succeeded, and England shared the profits of his enterprise-sums to an incredible amount have flowed into her coffers from the success of her bold and adventurous sons. And now they are told that there is no truth in the guarantee of England; that her protection is no safeguard; that her colonists are to be ruined by the liberality of the times. Neither law nor reason can contemplate this robbery of the mother from her child without indignation and disgust. Even imagination, the basis of the fallacy on which they build their crazy super

structure, must be startled at SO strange, yet so true, a position. The colonist, and we fearlessly state it, has, under these circumstances, a right to the same protection as that which is afforded to the property of any other of his Majesty's subjects-they have derived that protection from the faith of Parliament-which has ever been the oracle, as well as the guardian, of the British Constitution. But slavery is an exhaustless subject for declama tion the orator-the novelist-the poet, use the hacknied theme in all its degrading representations-they purposely avoid the rights of others while agitating the subject, in the hope that by exciting a fever they may become conspicuous in finding remedies for allaying its thirst; but they add incurableness to the disease. Let a just and equitable mode of Negro manumission be suggested and carried through; let a proper compensation be made to the unfortunate proprietor, and then reason will hallow their outcry; for no plain-no palpable wrong will be effected. Why should our white brethren be sacrificed for our black? Justice must be complete to be justice-she is no "halt or maimed" figure, who, on unequal gait, scatters benefit to one and inisery to another -she is, on the contrary, a fair and faithful spirit, which deals indiscriminately to all a true and benevolent right. There are those who view this pure principle through a distorted medium, who deem that no wrong, no sacrifice, is too appalling in the furtherance of a favourite object; and, provided that freedom answers their outrage, no matter that it is equally destructive to white and black. Let these sophists look at St. Domingo, and they will read there the consequences of an ill-judged and untimely liberty to those whose natural, because uncultivated, minds would point them to rapine and plunder, in preference to industry and toil, for the sustenance of animal life.

The mere speculator on fancied good, the theoretical observer of the claims of others, true to his imaginary creed, will ever be vain and empty, and loud in his exclamations; but could a few of these puny beings

overcome their dread of climate, and forego for a while their accustomed ease; and embracing the perils of a long voyage, visit our West India colonies, they would there see the proprietor curbing his own tastes, contracting his individual expenditure, in order that the slave may be well fed, and clothed, and cared for. He would find that their comforts are more regarded, that their wants are better supplied, than are those of the peasantry of his own country. He would moreover learn, that there is nothing more dreaded among the well-disposed and industrious portions of the black community, than the evils which would arise should their turbulent and refractory brethren be let loose on them. Even their contracted knowledge of the human mind and human actions has taught them to know that in a state of barbarous freedom the lazy and vicious will always batten on the stores of the active and careful. But the weak logician who deduces his worthless arguments from false premises is ever apt, like the common leveller, to advocate that system of generosity which is to emanate from the sacrifices of others, and to the support of which he is not called upon to contribute. Exaggeration is the natural precursor of calumny, and ignorance is the parent of both; we are not, therefore, astonished at the fabricated tales of violence and injury which are industriously propagated and credulously received, but we confess that we are surprised that some well-informed persons, even of our legislative body, should seize on them as the means of procuring that sort of popular fame, which, while it renders them the favourites of a mob, holds them up to the contempt and derision of the wise.

What would be effected, let us ask, by an immediate, or as the petitions run, "an early and utter extinction of slavery," without a complete and proper compensation to our colonial proprietors ?-Utter ruin to thousands both at home and abroad-starvation, imprisonment, death! And this is what is sought for by the benevolent and humane ! O monstrous absur

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dity: Is the honour and guarantee of ENGLAND to be sacrificed, because the source from which that guarantee sprung is now deemed improper! The truth is, that slavery is made a bug-bear, by which it is hoped to divert the violence of faction, and to beguile into quiet the headstrong course of an outrageous and devastating mob. May England remember the dignity of her pledge-then will not her sons have to blush for her shifting faith! May justice, that high and noble principle which would shrink from wrong as from pollution, inspire the determinations of England's Senate-then will not her distant children have to lament over her perfidy!

Let a true and faithful inquiry be set on foot, and let the agency employed be something better than the cringing, time-serving mendicant, who protracts his services to increase his pay, and who fears to destroy the general impression by the evidences

of practical truth; and then will it be found that the calumnies now wantonly heaped upon the oppressed, will be hurled back, in tenfold accumulation of shame, on the heads of their calumniators.

Be it remembered that we advocate not slavery; but we contend that, when the colonist is deprived of that property by the mother country which she has previously guaranteed to him, he has a moral as well as legal right to a full compensation for the loss thereby incurred. And we contemn the vague suggestions of that blind, halfformed notion of justice which would engender wrong, in its mockery of right, and which would create ruin where it pretends to cure. The justice which is required in this case is twofold:-justice to the freeman-justice to the bondman; the maintenance of England's faith-the preservation of England's sons.

HE PASSED.

BY THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY, ESQ.
From a forthcoming Volume of Songs.
He pass'd as if he knew me not!
Unconscious I was near!

And can he then so soon forget
A being once so dear!
No-through composure ill assum'd

I mark'd the blush of shame-
I saw him tremble when he heard
Another breathe my name.

I ask not now a lover's smile,
Those eyes are sunk and dim,
But in their ruin they possess
An eloquence for him.

Though others pass me, from his heart
More sympathy I claim:

WM. M, JUN.

When I am gone-perchance he'll weep

Whene'er he hears my name.

THE COTTAGE GIRL.*

BY WILLIAM MINOT, JUN. ESQ. AND whither wanderest thou, fair child, In sportive innocence so free? Ah! whither wanderest thou, as wild As is the roving summer bee?

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