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Come! let us leave this hated shore, where I must aye retain 
My memory of sorrow, and my sense of sin and shame ; 
For our long expected freedom—our day of joy's begun; 
And we shall reach our lovely land, for at length ‘our fathers come !’ 
Why art thou wailing at my breast, 
My babe ?—and thou, my eldest born,— 
My boy of guilt—yet happiness, 
For thou sooth’dst me when forlorn ? 
Why art thou plucking at my dress ? 
Art thou wishing to be gone ? 
Ah, no! I read the reason, and it chills my heart to stone, 
That thy native clime, my children, hath charms for thee alone ; 
And I must seek my sepulchre beneath your southern sun, 
For I cannot flee this fated land, although ‘ our fathers come!’ 
‘In 1828, the expedition under Major Dundas fell in 
with about seventy persons, descended from Europeans, on 
the banks of the Omtata river, near the sea. ‘The account 
they gave of themselves was, as nearly as could be gathered, 
that they were wrecked about twenty years previous to the 
destruction of the Grosvenor, which some of them well remem- 
bered : they described the party landing from that vessel as 
‘ like a nation coming out of the sea,’ (it will be recollected 
that one hundred and twenty-six persons reached the shore, ) 
but most of them were killed by the Amaponda captain, 
Faku’s father. Of the party thus met by this expedition, 
they chiefly received the foregoing account from the daughter 
of an old woman who died about eight years before, whose 
name was ‘ Betsy ;’ she further stated, that eleven men and 
two women were saved from the ship in which her mother 
had been embarked, and which was lost in the neigh- 
bourhood of Delagoa Bay; that after the wreck the sur- 
vivors proceeded towards the north, but subsequently settled 
among the Amapondas, the two women marrying chiefs of 
that nation: nothing more could at that time be gained from 
