for the buoyancy of the water. Seeing his condition, the slave-catchers retreated, coolly remarking that "dead niggers were not worth taking South."

Than be a slave,

Dread death I'll brave,

And hail the moment near,

When the soul mid pain, ·

Shall burst the chain

That long has bound it here.

Earth's thrilling pulse,

Man's stern repulse,

This weary heart no longer feels;

Its beating hushed

Its vain hopes crushed,

It craves that life which death reveals.

That moment great

My soul would wait,

In awe and peace sublime;

Nor bitter tears,

Nor slave-born fears,

As I pass from earth to time.

The angry past,

Like phantoms vast,

Glides by like the rushing wave; So soon shall I,

Forgotten lie,

In the depths of my briny grave.

The time shall be,

แ 'When no more sea" Shall hide its treasures lone;

Then my soul shall rise,

Clothed for the skies,

To find its blissful home.

Foul deeds laid wrong

The whip and thong,

Have scored my manhood's heart,

But ne'er again

Shall fiends constrain

My body to the slave's vile mart.

The 'whelming wave,

This corpse shall lave;

Let the winds still pipe aloud,

Let the waters lash,

The white foam dash,

O'er my mangled brow and bloody shroud.

Roll on, thou free,

Unfettered sea,

Thy restless moan, my dirge,
My cradle deep

In my last lone sleep,

Is the scoop of thy hollow surge.

Would I might live,

One glance to give,

To those whose hearts would bless,

Each word of love,

All price above,

As mine to theirs I press.

The wish is vain;

My frenzied brain,

Is dark'ning even now;

Above, above,

İs Heaven's love, ·

And mercy's wide arched bow.

Glad free-born soul

With grateful hold,

Now grasp the gift from Heav'n

Thy freedom won,

New life begun,

Forgive, thou'rt there forgiv'n.

H. H Greenough_

Let all be Free.

UNBOUNDED in thy expanse-far reaching
From shore to shore-ever beautiful

Are thy crystal waters-O sea.

Beautiful-when thy waves, the white pebbles lave, When the weary sea-birds sleep, upon the bosom of

the deep.

But when thy storm-pressed billows burst,

The grasp which man would "lay upon thy mane,"

Then do I most love thee, sea,

Thou emblem of the Free.

When above me beam the stars,

How beautiful in their infinitude of light,
O'er the blue heavens spread, like gems

Upon the brow of youth!

Far, far away, beyond the paths of day,