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Troe NEGRO BOY. . 
The African Prince whs lately arrived in Eng- 
land, being afged, What he had given for 
his qwatch? replied, ** What I will never 
give again. sI gave a fine Boy for ite. 

W SEN avarice enflaves the mind, 
And felfith views alene bear fway 3 
Man turns a favage to his kind, 
_ Aad blood and rapine mark his way: 
-. Alas! for this poor &myple toy, 
I fold a blooming Negro Boy. 
His father’s hope, his mother’s pride ; 
Tho’ black, yet comely to their view $ 
I tore him helplefs from their fide, 
And gave him to a ruffian crew : 
To fiends tiat Affric’s coaft annoy, 
I {old the blooming Negro Boy. 
From country} friends, and parents torn, 
His tender 'imbs in chains confin’dy 
ft faw him o’er the billows borne, 
And mark’d his agony of mind: 
But fill to gain this fimple toy, 
I gave away the Negro Boy. 
In ifles that deck the weftern wave, 
I doom’d the hepeiefs youth to dwell; 
A poor forlorn infuited flave, 
A beaft that Chriftians buy and fell: 
And in their cruel tafks employ, 
The much enduring Negro Boy. 
His wretched parents long fhall mourn 5 
Shall long explore the d ftant main, — 
In hopes to fee the youth return; 
But all their hopes and fighs are vain: 
They never fhall the fight enjoy, 
Of their lamented Negro Boy. 
Beneath a tyr:nt’s harfh command, 
He wears away his youthful prime, 
Far difant from his native land, 
A ftranger in a foreign clime: _ 
No pleafing thoughts his mind employ, 
_ A poor dejected Negro Boy. 
But he who walks upon the wind, 
Whofe voice in thunder’s heard on high, 
Who doth the raging tempeft bind, 
Or wing the lightning thro’ the thy, 
In his own time will foon defiroy 
Th’ oppreffors of the Negro Boy. 
Fune 22, 1796. AnTi-DoULos. 
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=? ELEGY, 
Occafioned by the prefent frequert ard pernicious 
cuftom of moncpolizing Farms. 
“ WHY droops my friend? why fcowls his 
pentive eye, - 
As wide it wanders o’er the fertile plain, 
Where plenty yields to profp’rous induitry 
The deareft bleflings of its peaceful reign ? 
<¢ Lo! from yon’ villaze to the diftant brow, 
Along whofe turfy fides the white flocks firay, 
How the brown faliows {well beneath the plough, 
And mark the promife of a future day ! 
Original Petry. 
Dees 
«“ Befide the ftream in yonder fhelter’d dell, 
Where hedge-row elms the vérdant meads divideg 
Around yon farm, how ftacks incemberd fwell 
The farmer’s profit, and the farmer’s pride ! 
‘¢ Why fill that frown? amid the fruitful, 
{cene 
Which erft the glow of rapture could impart ; 
Say, bas he learn’d the rigid Stoie’s mien, 
Or Nature loft her pow’r on Damon’s heart ?”” 
Thus {poke Hilario; from my aching breaft 
The confcious figh with painful effort rofe : 
‘© Be thine,” I cried, with rifing grief oppreft, 
‘¢ To learn the ftory of the poor man’s woes. 
" Bot late like thee, by vain illufions caughty 
With joy lixe thine thefe feenes I wander’d o’er, 
Till weeping Truth her mournful leffon taught; 
I heard with anguifk and I fmile no more. 

«< *T was venerable Alcon told the tale, 
Alcon we both in early childhood knew ; 
He own'd a neat fmall farm in yonder vale, 
- Which oft’ our vagrant footfteps thither drew. 
“© Cheerful and mild, of tender youth the 
friend, 
His fimpie manners our affections won $ 
How often happy homeward would he fend 
Laden with prefents at the fetting fur! 
¢< T met him late, beneath yon dark wood’s 
fide: 
Alas, how chane’d! no more the {mile of mirtls 
_ Ium’d his wrinkled brow ; a ftaff his guide, 
His wafted form low bending to the eth. 
« Tfpoke—he deeply figh’d ; on days long paft 
A gleam of recollection feem’d te dwell ; 
A mournful hefitating look he caft, 
At length recall’d whom once he lov’d fo well. 
“¢ Sad was the greeting of the wretched man ; 
With forrow I beheld his alter’d fiate; 
While thus in falt’rins accents he began 
To trace the progrefs of his wayward fate. 
“ All-feeing Heav’n ! do not feverely blame, 
If human weaknefs at thy will repine : ; 
For weeping thoufands fee! their lot the famey 
And weeping thoufands utter plaints ike mine. 
« © fatal was the time, when o’er the land, 
Which erft fupported many an humble fwainy . 
Monopoly ftretch’d forth its grafping hand, 
The lord-like tenant of a wide domain. - 
‘© Still dees too faithful memory drfclofe, 
As oft’ thefe alter’d fields I wander o’er, 
Where the {mall decent village-farm arofe, « 
The modeft neighbour of the humble poor. 
<¢ Where from the lew-roof’d barn toward the 
fireet ic sm. a2 
The well-ftraw’d yard before the windows 
fpread, 
From coijd and pining want a fnug retreat, 
Where the {mall houfehold flock fecurely fed. 
«¢ Such was the time=that e’en when winter _ 
reign’d, 
The fmiling peafant might his pitcher bring 
Far 
