upposed to have already glutted the Consul's jealousy and vengesnce. There he lay, robbed of power, of greatness, of freedom of his family and friends, and as far as malice could effect, of his fair fame itself. Denied a trial, debarred from all other means of proving or asserting his innocence, unable either to resist or complain, he was left to pine in solitude and silence, while his enemy was able to abuse and slander him at pleasure, without contradiction or reproof.

What more could the Tyrant desire? Buonaparte's revenge, however, and his envious spite against true greatness of character, were not yet appeased.

A faithful servant had hitherto been suffered to attend this oppressed Hero, at the expense of sharing his imprisonment; and it was no doubt reported to the Consul that this little indulgence soothed, in some degree, a heart which he was resolved, if possible, to break. This consolation, therefore, was next torn from himthe poor Negro was divided from his beloved master, and sent under a strong guard to a prison at Dijon, where his silence was, no doubt, made for ever secure, by some of the Consul's merciful methods.

The despot, no doubt, expected that these and other severities would speedily save him the shame of cutting off his illustrious victim by a direct assassination. But Toussaint had consolation and support still remaining, of which tyranny could not deprive him. The God whom he had worshipped continually, was still with him, and though it was not his holy will to send deliverance in this life, the spirit of his servant was strengthened, and kept from impatience and despair.

The Consul's inflexible cruelty, therefore, had further measures to take. From the castle of Joux, where perhaps Buonaparte had not a cell or a keeper bad enough for his final purpose, the brave Toussaint was removed at the approach of winter to Besançon, and there placed in his last abode, a cold, damp, and gloomy dungeon. Let my readers imagine the horrors of such a prison to an African who had arrived at the age of fifty years, or more, in a climate like that of the West Indies, where warmth and free air are never wanting, not even in gaols, and where the cheerful beams of the sun are only too bright and continual. We know, that with all the warmth which fires and good clothing can give to Negroes in this climate, the stoutest of them suffer severely by the winter. But it was for these very reasons that the merciless Consul chose for Toussaint his last place of confinement. The floor' of

These particulars the author has learnt from a very respectable and intelligent gentleman who spent some time in France, last winter, and ob tained his information from the best authorities that the case would afford.

the dungeon was actually covered with water; an d we need not doubt that the poor victim was deprived of every means that might help to sustain his declining health during the severity of the win

ter.

The new method adopted with Toussaint could not fail of final success. The strength however of the sufferer's constitution, added to his patience and religious tranquillity, made the murder a very tedious work. His death was not announced in the French papers till the 27th of April last; so that he held out under all the sufferings of the last winter; and it is doubted whether the Consul was not obliged to have recourse, at last, to poison or some other violent means. Some people entertain a notion that this great man is still living. If he be, Providence has wonderfully preserved him, and probably for some glorious end; but as the account of his death, shameful as it was to the Consul, was permitted to be published in France, and has not been contradicted there, I fear it is too true that this foul murder is finished; and has added unspeakable guilt and infamy to the former crimes of his oppressor. Here, then, we must drop the curtain on the great, the good, the pious, and the generous Toussaint, leaving him to reap the fruits, of his virtues in that happier world, "Where the wicked cease from troubling, and where the weary are at rest."

Were an epitaph wanted for this wonderful man, we might find a fair, though not a full one in the words of his murderer-" Called by his talents to the chief command in St. Domingo, he preserved the Island to France during a long and arduous foreign war, in which she could do nothing to support him. He destroyed civil war, put an end to the persecutions of ferocious men, and restored to honor the religion and worship of God, from whom all things

The man of whom all this was said, perished, as we have seen, under the merciless oppression of him who said it. Are you anxious to know how his murderer will perish? you shall know from the same pen, how this man of blood, this sworn foe to hypocrisy, prophesies on that point. "Having been called by the order of Him from whom all things emanate, to bring back to the earth, justice, order, and equality, I shall hear my last knell sound without emotion."¿

I See the first Part, page 22.

2 Speech of Buonaparte in answer to a complimentary Address. Inserted in the London Papers of August 9, 1802.

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OBSERVATIONS, &c.

HAVING

AVING seen, through the medium of the newspapers, the substance of the report of the committee appointed to inquire into the original standards of weights and measures, &c. and in the Pamphleteer of August last, two letters on the same subject, addressed to the Earl of Liverpool, by F. Perceval Eliot, Esq.-also, "A Sketch for a new division and sub-division of Monies, Weights, and Coins, by Mercator," and as the committee in the report, as well as Mercator, refers to the French new system, in which these are all combined and connected, I shall venture to make a few observations on these very interesting subjects, and to recommend that, whenever any alteration is made, it may extend to the Assay of Bullion, the Standard of Coin, and the decimal division of money of account.

The report notices a remarkable coincidence, that one cubic foot of water weighs exactly 1000 ounces avoirdupoise,