spect and awful mein, grasping the imperial which Virtue reached out to him, and leading lic Zeal, Magnanimity, and Honour, perfearless countenance and noble deportment, veral more whose names I have forgot. her left hand were placed, amongst others, y, in her transparent vest; Sincerity, of an us face; Resignation, leaning on a column, king up to heaven; Clemency, holding an anch; and Hospitality, of a liberal and open , joining hands with Politeness. Behind the stood ranged, unruffled Serenity; smiling lness; everblooming Joy, with a garland of in her hand; and the Graces, encircled in ther's arms. There too appeared Industry, e and active look, and Peace crowned with supporting a Cornucopia between them; Creed hand in hand with Commerce; and both ced by Civil Liberty, holding her wand and n Virtue's train, I likewise saw Rhetoric, of and enthusiastic air: Poetry, with her lyre; phy, with her speculum; History, with her culpture, Painting, and the rest of the Arts ciences, each adorned with their respective 5. The presence of the goddess seemed to the whole generous and amiable band, and fresh lustre to their beauty. Section IX. ENT INTO THE DOLGOATII MINE, IN 1806. s introduced yesterday to Mr. M——————, a manthe mines, who called upon me this mornd conducted me to the Dolgoath mine, situee miles west from Redruth. It is the greatin Cornwall, and is wrought principally for Section VI. LIBERTY AND SLAVERY. Disguise thyself as thou wilt, still slavery! still thou art a bitter draught; and though thousands in all ages have been made to drink of thee, thou art no less bitter on that account. It is thou Liberty, thrice sweet and gracious goddess, whom all in public or in private worship, whose taste is grateful, and ever will be so, till nature herself shall change- -no tint of words can spot thy snowy mantle, or chymic power turn thy sceptre into iron-with thee to smile upon him who eats his crust, the swain is happier than his monarch, from whose court thou art exiled. Gracious Heaven! grant me but health, thou great bestower of it, and give me but this fair goddess as my companion; and shower down thy mitres, if it seem; good unto thy divine providence, upon those heads which are aching for them. Pursuing these ideas, I sat down close by my table, and leaning my head upon my hand, I began to figure to myself the miseries of confinement. I was in a right frame for it, and so I gave full scope to my imagination. I was going to begin with the millions of my fellow-creatures born to no inheritance but slavery; but finding, however affecting the picture was, that I could not bring it nearer me, and that the multitude of sad groups in it did but distract me -I took a single captive, and having first shut him up in a dungeon, I then looked through the twilight of his grated door to take his picture. I beheld his body half wasted away with long expectation and confinement, and felt what kind of sickness of the heart it was which arises from hope deferred. Upon looking nearer, I saw him pale and feverish in thirty years the western breeze had not once fanned his blood-he had seen no sun, no moon in all that time-nor had the voice of friends or kinsman breathed through his lattice. His children -But here my heart began to bleed-and I was forced to go on with another part of the portrait. He was sitting upon the ground upon a little straw, in the further corner of his dungeon, which was alternately his chair and bed ; a little calender of small sticks were laid at the head, notched all over with the dismal days and nights he had passed there-he had one of these little sticks in his hand, and with a rusty nail he was etching another day of misery to add to the heap. As I darkened the little light he had, he lifted up a hopeless eye towards the door, then cast it down-shook his head, and went on with his work of affliction. I heard his chains upon his legs, as he turned his body to lay his little sticks upon the bundle. He gave a deep sigh-I saw the iron enter into his soul-I burst into tears-I could not sustain the picture of confinement which my fancy had drawn. Section VII. THE PALACE OF PLEASURE. Methought I was suddenly transported into the Palace of Pleasure, which I had seen described the evening before; where, in spite of all the showy magnificence of the mansion, and all the specious charms of the goddess that struck at first sight, I discovered on a close attention, such a look of real distress in many of her votaries, ill concealed under artificial smiles, as, joined to the impressions remaining on me from my waking thoughts, soon convinced me that the whole was a cruel trick, to deceive and ruin unhappy men. Whereupon I broke away with a mixture of disdain and horror, and made what haste I could from the enchanter valley in which the Section VI. LIBERTY AND SLAVERY. Disguise thyself as thou wilt, still slavery! still thou art a bitter draught; and though thousands in all ages have been made to drink of thee, thou art no less bitter on that account. It is thou Liberty, thrice sweet and gracious goddess, whom all in public or in private worship, whose taste is grateful, and ever will be so, till nature herself shall change- -no tint of words can spot thy snowy mantle, or chymic power turn thy sceptre into iron-with thee to smile upon him who eats his crust, the swain is happier than his monarch, from whose court thou art exiled. Gracious Heaven! grant me but health, thou great bestower of it, and give me but this fair goddess as my companion; and shower down thy mitres, if it seem good unto thy divine providence, upon those heads which are aching for them. Pursuing these ideas, I sat down close by my table, and leaning my head upon my hand, I began to figure to myself the miseries of confinement. I was in a right frame for it, and so I gave full scope to my imagination. I was going to begin with the millions of my fellow-creatures born to no inheritance but slavery; but finding, however affecting the picture was, that I could not bring it nearer me, and that the multitude of sad groups in it did but distract me― -I took a single captive, and having first shut him up in a dungeon, I then looked through the twilight of his grated door to take his picture. I beheld his body half wasted away with long expectation and confinement, and felt what kind of sickness of the heart it was which arises from hope deferred. Upon looking nearer, I saw him pale and feverish in thirty years the western breeze had not once fanned his blood-he had seen no sun, no moon in all that time-nor had the voice of friends or kinsman breathed through his lattice. His children -But here my heart began to bleed-and I was forced to go on with another part of the portrait. He was sitting upon the ground upon a little straw, in the further corner of his dungeon, which was alternately his chair and bed; a little calender of small sticks were laid at the head, notched all over with the dismal days and nights he had passed there-he had one of these little sticks in his hand, and with a rusty nail he was etching another day of misery to add to the heap. As I darkened the little light he had, he lifted up a hopeless eye towards the door, then cast it down-shook his head, and went on with his work of affliction. I heard his chains upon his legs, as he turned his body to lay his little sticks upon the bundle. He gave a deep sigh-I saw the iron enter into his soul-I burst into tears-I could not sustain the picture of confinement which my fancy had drawn. Section VII. THE PALACE OF PLEASURE. Methought I was suddenly transported into the Palace of Pleasure, which I had seen described the evening before; where, in spite of all the showy magnificence of the mansion, and all the specious charms of the goddess that struck at first sight, I discovered on a close attention, such a look of real distress in many of her votaries, ill concealed under artificial smiles, as, joined to the impressions remaining on me from my waking thoughts, soon convinced me that the whole was a cruel trick, to deceive and ruin unhappy men. Whereupon I broke away with a mixture of disdain and horror, and made what haste I could from the enchanter valley in which the |