*oS Zimeo, a tale. March It. 



ZIMEO, A TALE. 



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 1 HERE we met Matomba ; he bathed me with his 

 tears j he embraced his daughter, and approved of our raar- 

 riaoe. Would you believe it, my friends, — the pleasure 

 of rejoining Matomba, the pleasure of being the hulband 

 of EUaroe, the charms of her love, the joy of seeing her 

 Safe from such cruel distrefs, suspended in me all feeling of 

 our misfortunes ? I was ready to fall in love with bondage, 

 Ellaroe was happy, and lier father seemed reconciled to his 

 fate. Yes, perhaps, I might have pardoned the monsters 

 that had betrayed us 5 but Elkiroe and her father were sold 

 to an inhabitant of Porto Bello, and I to a man of jour na- 

 tion, who carried slaves to the Antilles. 



" It was then that I felt the extent of my misery j it 

 was then that my natural disposition was changed ) it was 

 then I imbibed that pafsion for revenge, that thirst of blood, 

 iit which I myself ihudder, when I think of Ellaroe, whose 

 image alone is able to still my rage. 



" When our fate was determined, my wife and her fa- 

 ther tbrew them? elves at the feet of the barbarians that se- 

 parated us ; even I prostrated myself before them. — Ineffec- 

 tual abasement I — they did not ev>n deign to listen to us.- 

 As they were preparing to drag me away, my wife, with 

 wildnei's in her eyes, with outstretched arms, and fhrieks 

 that still rend my heart, ruflied impetuously to embrace 

 S me. I disengaged myself from those who held me j I re- 

 ;■ ceived Ellaroe in my arms ; flie infolded me in hers, and 

 instinctively, by a sort of mechanical impulse, we clasped 

 cur hands together, and formed a chain round each other. 

 Many cruel hands wery employed, with vain efforts, to tear 

 US asundej. I felt that these efforts would, however, soca 

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