1807.] 
If black many as white, is the work of thy 
hand—— 
_ (And who could create him but Thee ?) 
Oh give thy command— 
Let it {pread thro’ éach land, 
That Afric’s fad fons fhall be free ! 
If, erft when the man-ftealer’s treacherous 
guile 
Entrap’d me, all theughtlefs of wrong, 
From my Niciou’s dear love, from the infan- 
tile {mile 
Of my Aboo, to drag me along ;-— 
If then, the wild anguifh that pierced thro’ 
my heart, 
Was feen in its horrors by thee, 
O eafe my long fmart, 
And thy fan@tion impart, 
That Afric, at laft, may be free !— 
If while in the flave-fhip, with many a groan, 
I wept o’er my fufferings in vain 5 
While hundreds around me reply’d to my 
moan, 
And the clanking of many a chain :— 
If then thou but deign’dft, with a pitying eye, 
Thy poor shackled creature to fee, 
Oh thy mercy apply, 
Afric’s forrows to dry, 
And bid the poor Negro be free ! 
If here, as I faint in the vertical fun, 
And the fcourge goads me on to my toil, 
No hope faintly foothing, when labour is done, 
Of one joy my lorn heart to beguile ;— 
If thou view’ me, Great Spirit! as one thou 
haft made, 
And my fate as dependent on thee, 
VU impart thou thy aid, 
That the fcourge may be ftay’d, 
And the Black Man, at laft, may be free. 
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VERSES WRITTEN BY WILLIAM CON- 
GREVE, THE DRAMATIC POET. 
[NEVER BEFORE PUBLISHED ] 
FADED Delia moves compaflion, 
But no longer can fubdue ; 
Now her face is out of fafhion, 
She mutt take her turn and fue. 
All her airs, fo long aftected, 
Might in blooming youth be borne ; 
But in age, if not corrected, 
Move our pity, or our fcorn, 
Wealth nor titles can fupport ye, 
Wretched Delia, in decay ; 
*Tis allowed to nymphs paft forty 
To look on, but not to play. 
Montury Mac., No. 155. 
Original Poetry. 
253 
If your itch be paft reclaiming, 
So receive your due delight 5 
As old bullies, broke by gamingy 
Still take pleafure in the fight. 
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TRANSLATION OF ALATIN POEM; WRIT> 
TEN BY THE LATE REV. MR, MADAN. 
By Mr, RING, 
A SURGEGN-DENTIST, pv ftatts, 
Who caufes great furprize, 
By fetting his unrival’d arts 
Before our wondering eyes. 
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He tcales the teeth, and canat will 
From their own fockets draw 5 
Tranfplanting them with equal {kill 
Into another’s jaw. , 
The grandam, toothlefs long before, 
Perceives the {pringing tooth ; 
And feems to be reviv’d once more. 
In all the charms of youth. 
The grandfire now can talk or eat 
Without his ufual pother ; 
And one man takes, to chew his meat, 
The grinders of another, 
A num’rous, poor, and hungry Poe 
The furgeon’s door attend ; 
Here ftands a colliex dy’d in black, 
And there his footy friend. 
The duftmen také an active part 
In this renown’d eleétion 5 
Some that with afhes load the cart,’ 
Some of an afh complexion. 
How oft in fuch a form unceuth, 
Like gems in dirkeft mines, 
The thickfet, polith’d, iv’ry tooth, 
In all its luftre thines ! 
The teeth moft perfect, and moft fair, 
The fubtle dentift buys 5 
And juftly to the brighteft ware 
Affigns the brighteit prize. 
They fell their teeth, and freely fell 
The foundeit and th e beft 5 
No wonder, when they gain fo wake 
Provifion for the rett. 
O Doétor, by that fingle art, 
You render mutual, good 5 
For while to food you teeth impart, 
To teeth you furnith food. 
New fireet, Hanoucr-fguare. 
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