1796-] 
them be kept in mind.. Bold would be 
the man te force my love away, whilft, 
through the leaves of May, the vifits me. 
Oh, Dynwen! once if thou would ett 
bid, beneath the soos of May, my Mor- 
vid, gay and iprigt to pais the long 
and ling: Ting wae fair i I fhould 
“blefs thee. Show me. from thy bright 
endowments, that thou art no coquette— 
Dynwen, good and wile ! 
= 
ig Ly y 
eye thou didft endure in trouhl és, of 
penance, in this world, and all its wrong’ ; 
by all that faith and animating piety 
thou hadit whilft thou wert here alive; 
by thy fecluded fate, moft pure; the 
chaftity of thy reftrained Alen; if more 
is needful, by the foul of Bryran Yrth, 
of powerful arm, J pray, chafte jewel, 
through thy prevailing faith, effect my 
cure ! 
x 1 
Bor ihe Moutbly kh ae Mme. 
SONGS OF THE NzGROES IN 
ne 
‘The ren following Pieces have been tranflated 
into the Pog language, from a curous 
WoO! iy the Chan: ons LY Wadac. afjes, pubhined at 
Paris, in. 178%, by the Chevalicr de Porney. 
As the fubyect 1s particularly novel and in- 
terefting, the Tranflator conceives they’ can- 
not fail to be ac ceptable to many of the readers 
ef the Moathly Magazine*, 

f. 
We: is the king of vb his land ?—Ampa~ 
nanke Where nee ole the royal 
_heufe.— Lead me to ae Se 
with open paim, or wi ith t ny fin conan 
ed oF €ome. as, a friend. I 
€nter ; 
Health: to ae lV hit 
man, 1 retern thy falutation, and. pre 
pare to harbour thec. Wiha feek 
thou:-—J) come to tee this 
fteps and thy looks are free. But ¢ 
fun is dying :) 1t as hour for € 
ing meal. My flaves, le ya 
the ground, and cover it with {oft le 
of the banyan- iuee, Set on. the. ries, 
‘the milk, and the ripe. fruit. yee 
Nelahi. ‘The faireft of my daughters 
fhail wait upon the firanger, while her 
fifters enliven our repaft by their dances, 
and their fongs. 
. Lovely Nelahi, lead the ftranger to the 
neighbouring hug. ppresd his mat ae 
rhe ‘floor, and fhower mee it loafe lea ave 
Triad 
26 dhe Baltor al{6 acknowledges the receipt 
of a Vocabulary of the Madagafcar language ; 
om account of its length, he is obliged, how- 
ever, to defer inieiting it ‘till a mote conyenient 
Opportunity. 
MonTuLy Mac. No. VI, 
. 
Songs of the Negroes of Madagafear. 
449 
Then let fall the floating garment from thy 
loins, and gaze upon the eyes ‘of our 
gueft. If he look upon thee with long- 
IN, if his hand feek for thine, and 
draw theé gentiy toward him ; then fit 
thee down upon his knees, nor return 
till day-jight permit thee to read upon 
his face the orateful {mile of remembered 
enjoyment. 

TY. 
yo dareth to call Ampaneni to coms 
bat? He gralps his bone pointed 
zagay, and firides acrofs the plain. His fon 
freps by his fide, as the young palm-tree 
on the hill. Ye ftorm-w inds, {pare the 
young paim-tree on the brit. 
The foes are many. Ampanani feck= 
eth ‘but one; and hath found him, 
Chief of cur “foes, great is thy praife. 
Thy zagay is red with tire blood of our 
king : it flows not in ele 
Ampariani mever bled unreven¢ged. 
The mightier blow of- he ficength has 
firetched thee on the ee Fled is 
thy defpairing hoft; but death ftalks be- 
hind them to their ho me, and triumph 
hurls his torch upon their dwellings. 
As poe town is a heap of athes. : 
The conqueror returns at leifuréy 
driving bef fore him the herds, the’ 
fettered captives, and the wailing w6- 
men. Sine ne nye fmile, and 
have amafter ! 
an 
Iff. 
Y fon is fallen in fight, 
~ Weep, my friends, for the 
fon of your chief! Let us carry his corfe to 
4 
the mceclofaure wh: 
here dwell the ‘dead. High 
is the wall about tt, and crowned with 
fkulls of the horned ox. Let no one 
look ever into the dweliing of the dead, 
They are eafy to anger, hard to foo'he, 
and their vengeance’ is c cet. _ Weep tor 
my ion! sm 
Men. No more thall the blood of the 
foe fmoke red upon ‘This arth, 
_ Women. No more fhall his Tips kifs 
other lips. 
Men. The frenits ripen no toner for 
him. ne 
Women, ‘lis arm réclines no 
on the bofom of his beloved. 
“Men. Wow fhall he not fing or wae 
joys in the fhade of the tufted tree. 
Women. Now thall he not fay to Ris 
beloved at night, we will be happy once 
more, 
Ampanant. 
long ‘encagh. Let forrow make . 
longer 
Ye have bewailed my Ton 
1, oom 
for } joy, left to-morrow we go a B he. 
is gure. 
;M ON Puy 
