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C H A P. now fwelled in every vein with indignation and ineffable 



contempt : MaiTera, the tigers have trembled for thefe 

 hands," holding them up ; " and dare you think to 

 " threaten me with your wretched inftrument? No, I 

 " defpife the utmoft tortures you can now invent, as 

 " much as I do the pitiful wretch who is going to in- 

 " fli6l them." Saying which, he threw himfelf down on 

 the rack, where amidft the moft excruciating torments 

 he remained with a fmile, without uttering a fy liable; nor 

 did he ever fpeak again, until he ended his unhappy 

 days at the gallows. 



What good man can refled the tear-ftain'd eye, ^ 

 " When blood attefts even flaves for freedom die ? 

 " On cruel gibbets, high difclos'd they reft. 



And fcarce one groan efcapes one bloated breaft. 



Here fable Cafars* feel the Chriftian rod, 

 <* There Afric Platos, tortur'd hope a God, 

 •* While jetty Brutus for his country fighs, 

 " And footy Cato with his freedom dies 1'* 



Having dined wi^-h Colonel Fourgeoud on the 8th of 

 March, when we celebrated the Prince of Orange's birth- 

 day, while Mr. Reyndorp gave a treat to all the foldiers, he 

 acquainted me that the rangers were now alone encamped 

 at the Wana Creek ; that the peftilential fpot Devil's Har- 

 war was at laft entirely forfaken ; and that the two lately 



* The above names, with fuch as Nero^ flaves, in exchange for ^acoo, ^("^y^ 

 Pluto-t Charon^ Cerberus^ Proferpine^ Me- ^atr^, ^amina, ^afihat Jdjuba^ 

 iiifa^ &c. are ufually given to negro &c. 



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