together, and pushing it across the table. Wolfe, who had still sufficient sense left to understand the value of money, grappled with it as he best could and stuffed it into his pockets. "D-d-honest-up-fellow," said he, evidently quite ignorant of the transaction; "d-d-honest-fellow. Pay-when-meet- Ports-mouthhealth--long-life." So saying he quaffed off the remainder of his liquor, and next minute toppled over in his seat and fell fast asleep. The Dutchman having thus concluded his barhain, called the landlord, and told him ge had bought the negro. Two Hottentot servants who were waiting for him without, were then summoned in. Poor Tom was bound hand and foot, like a sheep going to the shambles, and deposited in the bottom of a large waggon, in which his new master was conveying home some other farm stores. The Dutchman and his two Hottentots mounted in front of the vehicle, and driving off, soon left Canvass Town in the rear. Meanwhile Wolfe continued buried in his drunken sleep, from which he did not awake till after day-dawn in the morning. When consciousness returned, he recollected where he was, and his first impulse was to call his companion.

"I say Tom, you drunken beast, get up will ye; it's time we were going on board." But poor Tom was not there to answer the summons. 66 Speak, will you, you black-faced nigger," continued Wolfe; why the devil wont you speak. I never knew such a stone to sleep in my life. Tom, you lubber, rouse up, I say." Receiving no answer to this animated address, he jumped up with the intention of awakening his comrade by a hearty shake; but when the poor fellow was nowhere to be found, he did not know what to think. His first feeling was one of anger at Tom, for having "cut and left him in such a scurvy manner" but a little reflection convinced him that the negro was the last man in the world to leave a friend in such circumstances. He, therefore, called the landlord for the purpose of interrogating him as to the cause of his companion's absence. "Where's Black Tom?" said he.

him."

"Boor! fifty dollars!" cried Wolfe, with a look of bewilderment." Harkye, Sirrah! take care what you're after; do you think to pass off your jokes on me ?"

"No joke at all Mynheer; you hab das gelt in your tasch."

Wolfe instinctively stuffed his hands into his pockets and found the money as the host had indicated. At first he did not know what to make of this, for he well knew that four dollars were all he had when he entered the tent; but after a little reflection he began to have some faint remembrance of a stranger who had lent him a number of dollars which he had promised to repay. Mine host, however, put him right in this particular, by explaining the whole transaction; and as his statement was confirmed by the presence of the money, and the absence of Tom, the awful truth flashed at once across his mind. He did not, however, waste much time in vain regrets; but having informed himself of the direction the waggon had taken, he sallied forth in pursuit of his ill-fated comrade.

Meanwhile the phlegmatic Dutchman was driving his cargo slowly homewards, pursuing his way along the sea-beach. During the night, throughout which they continued their journey, Tom lay like a log in the bottom of the waggon, in a state of most complete torpor. Towards morning, however, though his body still continued fast asleep, his mind gave symptoms of returning consciousness, and a heavy confused dream came over him. He fancied himself still at the games of the preceding day, engaged in leaping with the young colonist who had vanquished his companion; and he gave several convulsive

starts in his sleep as in imagination he sprung at the bar. In this state he continued for some time, till the effects of the liquor gradually passing off, his bodily senses resumed their sway, and his dream was mixed with a half-waking consciousness of reality. Dim returning recollection carried him back to the moment when he was sitting drinking with Wolfe; and being half-conscious of his present recumbent position, he fancied that the usual result of his debauches had overtaken him, and that he had fallen asleep on the floor of the tent. The jolting of the waggon he imagined to be his companion endeavouring to rouse him by shaking; and as the roughness of the motion gradually awoke him, he turned round on his back, gave his shoulders an impatient twitch, and called out in a peevish tone:

"D-n Dick! what the debbil him shake for! him want sleep."

"Potz-tausend !” cried the Dutchman, turning round at the sound of the negro's voice, and giving him a smart slash with his whip; "lie still you dam nigger!" The sharpness of the blow effectually roused poor Tom, who started up from his recumbent posture, opened his eyes, and gazed around him with a look of perfect bewilderment. Memory was now completely at fault; the cords on his wrists and ancles, the Dutchman with his pipe in his mouth, and his whip in his hand, the two grinning Hottentots, the waggon itself, all were an inextricable riddle. Astonishment at first rendered him motionless; and it was not till after repeated contemplation of the objects around him, and frequent rubbings of his eyes to satisfy himself that all was not a dream, that he endeavoured to rise to his feet. In this attempt, however, he was completely baffled by the cords on his legs; and after various unsuccessful struggles he at last rolled fairly over on his side into a corner of the waggon. Another application of the Dutchman's whip, accompanied by an exhortation to lie quiet, roused all the fire of Tom's naturally choleric disposition; and regaining with some difficulty his sitting posture, he began to curse and swear at a furious rate, mixing his maledictions with sundry interrogatories as to where he was, who dared to bind him,

and so forth. To all this the Dutchman phlegmatically replied, that he had better be quiet, otherwise be would flog him into good manners; and that there was no use making a work, for that he had fairly bought him as his slave-and his slave he was.

"And who sell me slave, you dam Dutch tief?" roared Tom, half-choked with fury. A huge volume of tobaccosmoke from the Dutchman's pipe was the only reply.

"Who sell me, I say?" again roared Tom. Puff, puff, went the pipe, but not a word in the way of answer. Tom then went into another tirade of curses; but finding that all his eloquence produced no other effect than that of making the Dutchman apply more assiduously to his tobacco, he, at last, philosophically determined to give himself up to his fate, and trust to fortune.

The whole day they continued their route along the sea-coast, only stopping once to bate the team, and refresh themselves with a little beer and cheese. A part of this fare was thrown to Tom, but he indignantly spurned it, and again they continued their journey. Towards evening they left the shore, and took a direction towards the interior of the country. After a drive of some hours, they arrived at what appeared to be a small farm-house, where their conductor intimated they should pass the night. Tom was removed from the waggon, and thrown among some straw in an outhouse, while the Dutchman and his companions adjourned into the principal dwelling. He had not been long in this situation when one of the Hottentots entered with a torch, bearing some bread and water for Tom's supper. The light of the torch gave him an opportunity of observing that the place where he lay was that in which the farm implements were kept, and, among the rest, several scythes, pruning-hooks, and soforth, lay scattered about. Tom, whose whole thoughts were bent on escape, immediately took advantage of this circumstance; and as soon as the Hottentot was gone, he managed to crawl near one of the scythes, against the sharp edge of which he rubbed the cords on his wrists till he fairly sawed them through. Having now the use of his hands, he speedily freed his ankles from their bindings, and waiting till all

"Make haste, men," cried Morley impatiently, from without.

"Coming, Sir," replied Wolfe, starting up from his stooping posture with the lighted pipe in his mouth; and the next instant the two marines were laid sprawling on the floor by an expert "right and lefter."

One spring brought the prisoner to the entrance of the tent; the captain stood in the doorway, and obstructed his passage. A single blow from the powerful hand of Wolfe would have felled him in an instant to the ground, and thus have removed the only obstacle to his retreat; but scarcely had the natural promptings of instinct raised

ENGLAND is but a speck in the ocean, and yet her sway extends to the remotest corners of the globe. Her civilizing swarms have colonized in every clime, and her ports are filled with the tributary riches of all nations. The ancient Spanish boast is in her case literally realized. The sun never sets upon her dominions. Great, indeed, must be the responsibility of those rulers who are called upon to consult for the prosperity and to wield the destinies of more than sixty-onet

millions of human souls.

For all this extent of empire Great Britain is indebted to her naval superiority. Without that, she could neither have acquired nor maintained it; nor, indeed, would there have been any sufficient guarantee for the preservation of her own independence. The ocean was, of old, designated by the epithet of "dissociabile," as if it only served to disunite and keep separate the different nations of the earth. Great Britain has subjected the winds and waves to her control, and converted the broad sea into a highway for her navies, by which even the most distant countries are brought more completely under her influence than were the provinces of imperial Rome under that of their gorgeous capital, when she was denominated the mistress of the world.

We, therefore, regard the publication before us as both important and interesting; important, as developing the progressive growth of English naval greatness, and the various means by which it has been either advanced or retarded; and interesting, by reason of that exhibition of British valour which has conferred upon our naval heroes imperishable glory. May it not be also said to be a seasonable publication? It is, we think, but too clear that a disposition exists, on the part of our rulers, to practise, in the equipment of

our fleets, a sordid economy, which must, in the end, redound to our loss and our dishonour. Other countries are improving their navies at our expense. By our abandonment of the navigation laws, and by the extent to which we have suffered the principle of free trade to be acted upon, we have given encouragement, of which they have extensively availed themselves, to neighbours, who may at any moment be our enemies, largely to augment their power by sea. We cannot, therefore, but regard the work before us as a timely admonition of the necessity that is imposed upon us, and that never was more pressingly urgent, to take heed lest our foreign liberality and our domestic parsimony may not prove our ruin. Nor could such a subject have fallen into better hands. Robert Southey is a righthearted Englishman, whose noble intellect, from the first dawn of reason, was consecrated to the public weal. A youth of eighteen may easily be forgiven, if he was captivated, for a season, by democratic principles, at the first outbreak of the French revolution. But there is a difference between the errors of generosity and inexperience, and those of a corrupted nature. was a mind which

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Of young imagination had kept pure." His heart had never contracted the leprous taint of infidelity; and the atrocious democrats, who filled France with carnage and Europe with horror, and at the sound of whose names humanity still shudders, soon wrought upon him their proper effect, and convinced him that the path of revolutionary wickedness was not the most direct road to genuine constitutional freedom. With increasing years and increasing knowledge, he felt and cherished an increasing love for the