728 ANNUAL REGISTER, 1810. 



Spurn'd as a spy, from Europe's hateful clime, 

 And left to perish for thy country's crime ; 

 Or destined still, when all thy wanderings cease. 

 On Albion's lovely lap to rest in peace ; 

 Pilgrim ! in heaven or earth, where'er thou be. 

 Angels of mercy guide and comfort thee ! 



THE GUINEA CAPTAIN. 



[Fro??? the same.'} 



Lives there a savage ruder than the slave ? 

 — Cruel as death, insatiate as the grave. 

 False as the winds that round his vessel blow. 

 Remorseless as the gulf that yawns below, 

 Is he who toils upon the wafting flood, 

 A Christian broker in the trade of blood ; 

 Boist'rous in speech, in action prompt and bold, 

 He buys, he sells, — he steals, he kills, for gold. 

 At noon, when sky and ocean, calm and clear. 

 Bend round his bark, one blue unbroken sphere ; 

 When dancing dolphins sparkle through the brine. 

 And sun-beam circles o'er tlie waters shine ; 

 He sees no beauty in the heaven serene, 

 No soul-enchanting sweetness in the scene, 

 But darkly scowling at the glorious day. 

 Curses the winds that loiter on their way. 

 When swoln with hurricanes the billows rise, 

 To meet the lightning midway from the skies ; 

 When from the unburthen'd hold his shrieking slaves 

 Are cast, at midnight, to the hungry waves ; 

 Not for his victims strangled in the deeps. 

 Not for his crimes the harden'd pirate weeps, 

 But grimly smiling when the storm is o'er. 

 Counts his sure gains, and hurries back for more. 



THE CREOLE PLANTER. 



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Lives there a reptile baser than the slave ? 

 —•Loathsome as death corrupted as the grave, 

 See the dull Creole; at his pompous board. 

 Attendant vassals cringe around their lord ; 

 Satiate with food, his heavy eyelids close. 

 Voluptuous minions fan him to repose ; 

 Prone on the noonday couch he lolls in vain. 

 Delirious slumbers rack his maudlin brain ; 



