And a ship sped along in her beauty and grace,
Bounding o'er the wild waves with the swift swallow's pace.

But pestilence, madness, and death

Raged and raved in her dark crowded hold,

And the slaves, as they drew their last breath, Uncoffined, unwept, ere their limbs were yet cold, O'er the tall vessel's side were remorselessly hurled !

Swift, swift o'er the billowy main

Flew onward that death-stricken bark,
And following as swift in her train

Swam many a monstrous and ravenous shark,
Gorging freely their fill of the carcases dark.

As I gazed the great deep was unfurled!
I looked down on the broad ocean's bed,
And a valley of bones was revealed,

Which shall yet be an army, with banners outspread, When the last trumpet sounds which shall waken the dead.

The vision fled slowly away,

And another appeared in its place;

Before me a fair region lay,

Where mountains rose bigh, like a huge giant race,

With sweet flowry hills lying calm at their base.

That land was the land of the slave!

The scene of his closing career,

Where the generous, the fond, and the brave
Toiled on in their manacles, year after year:
Paid with stripes for their labour—their solace a jeer.

I saw them worn out with their toil,
Urged on with the slave-driver's whip;

I saw the lash cruelly coil

Round their scar-covered backs, till the warm blood would drip,

While a groan faintly fell from the eloquent lip!

Enslaved both in body and mind,
The victims of grief and despair,

They seemed to their fortunes resigned,
With no will of their own, for the future no care,
Like the dumb beast of burden whose lot is-to bear.

I beheld a poor African chief,

Whose name was once honoured afar,

And meekly he bore with his grief,

And sang to himself, "Calabar, Calabar,

Me could die in sweet peace could me see Calabar."

The vision fled slowly away,

And another appeared in its place;
I witnessed the great judgment-day-

And the branded, down-trodden, enslaved negro race, With their tyrants and task-masters, stood face to face!

Then spake One from the cloud which he trod"If man has no mercy on man,

How can man hope for mercy from God?"

And a cry of despair through the multitude ran, "There is no hope for men who have trafficked in man."

WHAT IS GLORY?

Is it glory to cause the widow's tears
To roll o'er her fading face?

Is it glory to watch the orphan's grief,
And the cause of its sorrow trace?

Such glory is caused by the battle-plain,

Where the husband and father lie with the slain.

Is it glory to break a mother's heart,

And from her home to tear

The only one who cared for her

In this weary world of care ?

Then carry her son to the battle-plain,

And bury him there 'mid the thousands slain.

Is it glory to drive the soul in haste

To a world of black despair,
'Midst the dreadful din of cruel war,
Without one single prayer?

Then trample the youth amidst the slain,
And rejoice in death on the battle-plain.

Is it not glory to follow Him

Who said that brotherly love

Must reign in the breast of those who wish
To dwell with Him above?

The Prince of Peace will smile on those
Who the sword and the battle-field oppose.

ANN JANE.

THE SANDAL TREE.

Oh! many a lesson we may learn,
E'en from the flowers and trees,
That bloom beside the gentle burn,
And bend to evening breeze.

The modest lily of the vale
Whispers of humble worth;
The sandals in the Indian dale
May teach the sons of earth.

When wounded, in return it throws
A balmy fragrance round,

And perfumes every breeze that blows
Across the Indian ground.

Would men but learn of that fair tree
The gentle law of love,

Soon this fair earth of ours would be

More like our home above.

H. M. P,

THE HARMONY OF HEAVEN.

As flowers that vary in their dyes,

We all shall bloom in Paradise.-HOGG.

There is no jarring chord

In the harmony of heaven :

The hosts which shine around their Lord

Have ne'er in anger striven.

Love is all potent there;

For passion, pride, and strife

Can never taint the blissful air
Of everlasting life.

No proud gonfanons float,

No party banners fly,

No dull or harsh discordant note

Disturbs the church on high.

M