sunbeam suddenly striking down to the middle of it in front of Liberty, a lightsome figure with wings at her feet and shoulders comes rapidly tripping down it, and, taking a spring before she reaches the bottom, leaps into a graceful attitude of preparation.

CHORUS OF A FEW VOICES MALE AND FEMALE.

And see, to set us moving, here is Dancing here, With the breezes at her ancles, and her winsome cheer,, With her in-and-out deliciousness, and bending ear; Nay, trip it first awhile

To thine own sweet smile,

And we'll follow, follow, follow to thee, Dancing dear.

Here Dancing twirls round and makes an obeisance to Liberty, and then taking up the measure of the Chorus, which is that of a dance by a single person, performs a movement of that description, at the conclusion of which, the sunbeam suddenly striking down again, she spreads her wings, and glancingly returns up it. The Reapers and Vine-gatherers then join in

a general dance, which is all at once interrupted by a loud noise, accompanied with groans and clashing of chains-they separate in disorder.

Lib. What's this that mars the times new loveliness With such return of horror?

Enter hastily a Sable Genius, with fetter-rings at his wrists, a few of the links not broken off; and prostrates himself in front of Liberty.

What again

The Southern Genius troubled! What has caus'd

This evil fear in thee, unhappy spirit ?

Thy hands, though some remains of outrage gall them,

Tug not as heretofore, one with the other,

In linked anguish :-thou hast freer looks,
Spite of this posture, and à firmer presence.
I thought the noble heart here on the right,-
The ready-laurell'd,-had smooth'd all for thee,
And left thee to new hopes and safer slumbers

Sable Gen. (rising.) He had, great Mistress, and I

bless him for it.

But last night, burthen'd I could scarce tell how
With drooping recollections and heap'd thoughts,

I slept for sorrow; and the searching toil
Not having left, as it should seem, my mind

Even in that refreshment, I had dreams;

And dreams, thou knowest, though they play confus'd

About the grosser faculties of man

Like hints of other spheres, are to a spirit

Clear and true mirrors of impending fate,
Like wells, in which the looker-down perceives
What's passing o'er his head, or coming cloud.
Methought that on the breathing shore I sat
Of the wide sea, looking upon it now

With inward-smiling eye, and fresh-blown cheek,
And now reverting to the champain green
On which the untaught race, whose guard I am,
Danc'd at clear evening to their humming music
Mid'st their low cabins and tall-shafted trees.
On both I look'd; and these my brethren great
Bless'd in my heart, to think that they had made

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The watery neighbourhood so sweet and safe,
When lo! while heart, and ear, and all was quiet.
Just in the pause of the resounding dance,
A horrid peal of laughter o'er the wave
Came clattering, and from out the liny distance
Some of those old and coast-descending monsters,
Whom we had all thought quell'd, rose to the light,
Swelling their ship's pale wings, and plunging fierce
It's hastening breast towards us;-all, at once,
Saw them and knew, and struck through knees,and

heart

With fear as with a trembling arrow, stood

Lost;-even I, though an immortal spirit

With storms familiar, who can catch the lightning,
And let the lion's voice lull me to sleep,

Felt the old spell upon me, and at thought
Of what my sons might suffer once again,
Of wives and children from each other torn
To glut th' accursed in their distant haunts,
Of stripes and sorrows, bitter-turning bloods,
Impatiencies, moist-covering agonies,-
Or if by death escaping,-suffocations

With struggling cheek under the hot pent boards,
Or home-sick hearts that break in the mid sea,
Was agitated so, and felt the suddenness ›
Athwart my nature with so keen an edge,
-That I too rose bewildered, and stood staring
Till the foul vision to the shore came nigh;' '
With human voice it came, and cried aloud,
'Twice are ye sold, ye wretches, twice are sold
To me and mine: fresh compact has been made,
Now that your fellow-creatures have g grown happier,
Shaking all off in their own loose from care,T
And I am here again :-bring out your wives;
Bring out your wives, ye husbands,-youths, your
loves,"

Mothers, your children,-that I may select

My victims, and with their united agonies

O'er the far sea return, leaving your eyes 2009 IP
And hearts to burst on the impossible shore!', 7:0
So saying, the Execrable, coming on,

Lifted, as he was wont, the mocking flag
That gave pretended colour to his crimes,

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