The concluding lines of the canto afford similar proofs of, Mr. M.'s skill in versification. • Condemned in torrid noon, with palsy'd hand, Instead of personifying African Nature, and introducing the principal features that characterize it in a delineation of an imaginary being, we could wish Mr. M. had employed the same fertility of thought and splendor of diction in a description of real nature; which would have given variety to the pocm, and a respite to the reader's imagination. A few couplets we shall extract; in which this continent is represented, as 'A world of wonders, where creation seems No more the works of Nature but her dreams ;→→ At blazing noon pursues the evening breeze, Through the dun gloom of realm-o'ershadowing trees; Or bathes her swarthy limbs where Niger swells An inland ocean, on whose jasper rocks With shells and sea-flower wreaths she binds her locks: Midst sandy gulphs and shoals for ever waste; She guides her countless flocks to cherish'd rills, The love of country and of home is treated with ingenuity and feeling; but the passage has a sort of enigmatical character, which we do not altogether approve. In illustrating the universality of the principle, several remarkable regions are thus appropriately specified. 'O'er China's garden fields, and peopled floods, In California's pathless world of woods, Round Andes' heights, where Winter, from his throne, By the gay borders of Bermudas' isles, Where Spring with everlasting verdure smiles; On pure Madeira's vine-robed hills of health ; Where Babel stood, where wolves and jackalls rink, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest.' pp. 23, 24. In proof of the hospitality and gentleness of the African character, the poet introduces Mungo Park's beautiful anecdote of the negro girls, whose song he versifies with equal neatness and fidelity. "The winds, were roaring, and the white man fled; 66 Thus eang the Negro's daughters once again Or from the Negro's hospitable door Spurn'd as a spy from Europe's dreaded chime, The following passage relates the history of thousands. Then were the wretched ones asunder torn To distant isles, to separate bondage borne ; That misery loves, the fellowship of grief.' pp. 27, 28. The lines relating to the multitudes who died on the voyage, are truly admirable. A passage more exquisitely finished or more awfully sublime, we scarcely know where to look for. 'When the loud trumpet of eternal doom Shall break the mortal bondage of the tomb; From Guinea to the Charibbean shores. Shall rise in judgment from their gloomy beds, And call down vengeance on their murderers' heads.' pp. 26, 27. The characters of the slave-captain and the creole-planter are forcibly drawn; we can only admit part of the latter. Satiate with food, his heavy eyelids close, Voluptuous minions fan him to repose ; Prone on the noon-day couch he lolls in vain, Delirious slumbers rock his maudlin brain; He starts in horror from bewildering dreams, His blood-shot eye with fire and frenzy gleams; He stalks abroad; through all his wonted rounds, The negro trembles, and the lash resounds, And cries of anguish, shrilling through the air, To distant fields his dread approach declare. Mark, as he passes, every head declin'd; Then slowly raised, to curse him from behind. This is the veriest wretch on nature's face, Own'd by no country, spurn'd by every race ; The tether'd tyrant of one narrow span, The bloated vampire of a living man; His frame.-a fungus form of dunghill birth, That taints the air, and rots above the earth; His soul-has he a soul, whose sensual breast Of selfish passions is a serpent's nest ? Who follows headlong, ignorant and blind, The vague brute instinct of an ideot mind?' &c. p. 30. The praise most justly bestowed on the Moravians, in the fourth canto, will sound very harshly in the ears of those who regard conversion as a figment of hypocrisy or a dream of enthusiasm. Few however of our readers, we trust, are so afflicted with a nausea of piety, as to derive no gratification from the following lines. And thou, poor Negro ! scorn'd of all mankind; That sought the sons of sorrow, stoop'd to thee. He knew no friend, nor deem'd a friend was nigh, Strange were those tones, to him those tears were strange, From isle to isle the welcome tidings ran; 'No more to dæmon gods, in hideous forms, And, while he spar'd his mother, curs'd his birth : A happy pilgrim, for he walk'd with God.' pp. 37-39. *This and the following lines might be scarcely intelligible to a reader unacquainted with the facts to which they refer. The first alludes to the desperate and fatal practice of earth-eating, among the disconsolate slaves; the second, to the negro proverb, mentioned by Park, Strike me, but do not curse my mother? No person, however, who had read the preceding canto with its notes, could mistake the meaning of this couplet. We must pass over the references to Granville Sharp, Clarkson, and Wilberforce, and the affecting apostrophe to Cowper, with whose sorrows the poet intimates he is but too capable of sympathizing himself. Pitt, he says, - Supreme amid the senate rose, The Negro's friend among the Negro's foes;` Yet, while his tones like heaven's high thunder broke, Of Fox, it is remarked, He spake in vain :-till with his latest breath In the following allegorical account of the ultimate success of the Abolitionists, we shall not be very severe upon Mr. M. for attributing that event to imaginary rather than real causes, and preferring the graces of fiction to the truth of history. It is equally affecting and picturesque. High on her rock, in solitary state, She thought of Pitt, heart-broken, on his bier; i And O my Country!' echoed in her ear: She thought of Fox ;-she heard him faintly speak, His dying accents trembled into air, Spare injured Africa! the Negro spare!' She started from her trance! and round the shore Beheld her supplicating sons once more, She saw her sister in the mourner's face, And rush'd with tears into her dark embrace • All hail !' exclaim'd the empress of the sea, ↑ My bonds shall never wear a stranger's yoke.' pp. 42, 43. |