VI. APPEAL TO CHRISTIANS. For whom this labour, grief and sin? You sit and smile, Yet clad in fruits of Slavery? "Oh, touch not, taste not, handle not," The produce raised on freedom's grave! Else, while you sigh O'er Slavery, You press the links upon the Slave. For you that strife on Afric's shoreyou that vessel fraught with deathThe blood, the toil, For That feed the soil, The scourged limbs, the wasting breath! VII.-FREEDOM OF THE GOSPEL. Christians of England, haste, arise, The Negro-Slave— Freedom for all in Jesus' name. Spirit of Liberty, descend! And make our hearts with joy forego In clothes or food, If purchased by a brother's woe. Let every Nation hand in hand, In love, and peace, and strength combined, United be, One Family, The Brotherhood af all Mankind. CAROLINE M. FRY. "WE ARE NOT OUR OWN." WE are not our own, to live and die, We are not our own-when a mighty crowd We are not our own-when slavery's blight That mark them the slaves of oppressors dire; We are not our own in the eager strife With truth and error, death and life; There's a mission of mercy and love to fulfil ; Shall others be stirring, and we be still? No! through the length and breadth of the land, Shout to the manacled slave-" Be ye free!" To the warrior" Spare thou, as God spareth thee!" While there's aught to be done, "We are not our own!" EMMA S. MATHEWS. THE ANGEL'S MISSION. EVEN now a radiant angel goeth forth, And flieth east and west, and north and south, And some shall be too indolent to teach, And some too proud of other men to learn, And some shall clothe their thoughts in mystic speech, Not of their earthlier mould-but pure and glorified. And some shall blindly overshoot the mark, And some-like that lone dove, who left the ark, Over a world by lurid storm-gleams lit― For "there are many languages on earth, But only one in heaven," where all good plans have birth. Faint not, oh Spirit, in dejected mood, Thinking how much is planned, how little done; Is easier lost-and insecurest won : Doubt not, clear Mind, that workest out the right For the right's sake-the thin thread must be spun, And patience weave it, ere that sign of might, Truth's banner wave aloft, full flashing to the lightHon. Mrs. NORTON. THOUGHTS SUGGESTED BY THE PEACE CONVENTION HELD IN PARIS, 1849, GLORIOUS Old Paris! Europe's queenly daughter, Near to thy palaces on Seine's blue water, |