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ly converted into national advantage. But it is upon
the kingdoms which, in the face of perfect knowledge, in scorn of remonstrances that might wake the stones to feel, in treacherous evasion of treaties, in defiance of even the base bargains in which they exacted the money of this country to buy off the blood of the African, have still carried on the trade, that undisguised and unmitigated vengeance may have fallen, and be still falling.
The three great slave-traders, whom it has been found impossible to persuade or to restrain, are France, Spain and Portugal. And in what circumstances are the colonies for whose peculiar support this dreadful traffic was carried on? France has totally lost St. Domingo, the finest colony in the world, and her colonial trade is now a cipher. Spain has lost all ; Portugal has lost all. Mexico, South America and the Brazils are severed from their old masters for ever. And what have been the especial calamities of the sovereigns of those countries? They have been, all three, expatriated, and the only three. Other sovereigns have suffered temporary evil under the chances of war; but France, Spain and Portugal have exhibited the peculiar shame of three dynasties at once in exile :the Portuguese flying across the sea, to escape from an enemy in its capital, and hide its head in a barbarian land; -the Spanish dethroned, and sent to display its spectacle of mendicant and decrepit royalty through Europe ;-and the French doubly undone !
The first effort of Louis XVIII., on his restoration, was to reëstablish the slave-trade. Before twelve months were past, he was flying for his life to the protection of strangers! On the second restoration, the trade was again revived. All representations of its horrors, aggravated as they are now by the lawless rapacity of the foreign traders, were received with mock acquiescence, and real scorn. And where are the Bourbons now?
And what is the peace or the prosperity of the countries that have thus dipped their guilty gains in human miseries ?
They are three vast centres of feud and revolutionary terror :-Portugal with an unowned monarch, reigning by the bayonet and the scaffold, with half her leading men in dungeons, with her territory itself a dungeon ; and fierce, retaliation and phrenzied enthusiasm hovering on her frontiers, and ready to plunge into the bosom of the land; -Spain torn by faction, and at this hour watching every band that gathers on her hills, as the signs of a tempest that may sweep the land from the Pyrenees to the ocean ;and France in the first heavings of a mighty change, that man can no more define than he can set limits to the heaving of an earthquake, or the swell and fury of a deluge. Other great objects and causes may have their share in those things. But the facts are before mankind.
The Playthings.—Miss GOULD.
“Oh! mother, here's the very top
That brother used to spin ;
To call our robin in;
His bow, his cup and ball,
His feather, cap, and all !"
“My dear, I'd put the things away
Just where they were before :
And shut the closet door.
The slightest thought expressed
Within a mother's breast !"
Mutability of earthly Things.—N. A. REVIEW.
[From the Spanish of Don JORGE MANRIQUE.]
O LET the soul her slumbers break-
Awake to see
With many sighs :
More highly prize.
Our lives are rivers, gliding free
The silent grave:
In that dark wave ;
Lie calm and still.
This world is but the rugged road
Of peace above :
From realms of love.
Our birth is but the starting place,
We reach the goal,
The weary soul.
Tell me,--the charms that lovers seek
The hues that play
Ah! where are they?
In life's first stage, These shall become a heavy weight, When Time swings wide his outward gate
To weary age.
Where are the high-born dames—and where Their gay attire, and jewelled hair,
And odors sweet?
Low at their feet ?
They loved of yore?
The dancers wore?
So many a duke of royal name,
And baron brave,
That might the sword of empire wield-
In the dark grave!
When thou dost show,
Unnumbered hosts, that threaten nigh,
And flag displayed
O Death, from thee,
A Scene from the Brothers.-WORDSWORTH.
The elder of two brothers, after several years' absence in foreign lands,
returns to his native village, and stops in the church-yard, and at length enters into conversation with the parish priest.
Leonard. You said his kindred all were in their graves, And that he had one brother
Priest. That is but