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pot fetished, he seemed to be so, which was all we wanted. We had obtaipei lease to depart early in the morning of the gth, but it was with great regret we were obliged to abandon our Maho. Inetan friends in:o hands that seemed disposed to hew them no farour. The hing was far from Gondar, and various repons were spread abroad about the success of the campaign; and these people only waited for an unfarourable event to make a preience for robbing our fellow-travellers of every thing they had.

The persons whose right it was to levy these contributions were two, a father and son; the old man was drefled very decently, spoke little, but sinoothly, and had a very good carriage. He profelled a violent hatred to a! Mahome:ans, on account of their religion, a sentiment which seemed to promise nothing favourable to our friend Yarise and his companions : but, in the evening, the fon, wbo feerred to be the active man, came to our teni, and brought us a quantity of bread and bouza, which his father had ordered before. He seemed to be much taken with our fire-arms, and I gave him every sort of sa isfaction. He brought his gun, and infifted on shooting at marks. I humoured him in this; but as I used a rifle, which he did not underland, he found himself overmatched, especiaily by the greatness of the range, for he shot Itraight enough. I shen shewed him the manner we thot ilying, there being quails in abundance, and wild pigeons, of which I killed several on wing, which left him in the utmost astonithinent, Having got on horseback, I next went through the exercise of the Arabs, with a long spear and a short javelin. This was more Within his comprehension, as he had seen something like it; but he was wonderfully taken with the fierce and fiery appearance of my horse, and, a the same time, with his docility, the form of his Laddie, bridle, and accoutre nents. He threw at lait the sandals of his feet, twisted bis upper garment into his girdle, and set off at so furious a rate, that I could not help doubting whether he was in his fobrt understanding. It was not long uil he came back, 2::d with bim servants carrying a sheep and a goat, and a jar of honcy-wine. I had not rei quitted the horse, and when I saw wiat tis intention was, I put the horse to a gallop, and, with one of the bone's of the gun, inot a pigeon, and immediately fired the okrem into the ground. There was nothing after this that could here iurprize isim, and it was repeated several times at his desire; after which he wert into the teni, where he invited himself to my house at Gondar. There I was !o tecch bim every thing he had seen. We now swore çarpetuai friend/hip; and I introduced the case of Our fellow traveers, and obtained a promise that we should have leave to let out vze:ber. · On thegoh, weicok leare of ihe friends whom we had so newly acquired ai Lamalt... We began to afcend what still remained of the mountain, which, though ileep and full of bushes, was much ·lels difficult than that which we had pailed. When we arrived at the top of Lamalmon, which has, from below, the appearance of

being sharp-pointed, we were much surprised to find there a large plain, part in pasture, but more bearing grain. It is full of springs, and seems to be the great reservoir from whence arise most of the rivers that water this part of Abyslinia. A muliitude of streams issue from the very summit in all directions; the springs boil out from the earth in large quantities, capable of turning a mill. They plow, sow, and reap here at all seasons; and the husbandman must blame his own indolence, and not the soil, if he has no; three harvests. We saw, in one place, people busy cutting down wheat ; immediately next to it, others at the plough; and the adjoining field had green corn in the ear; a liule further, it was not an inch above the ground.

On the 10th, we continued along the plain on the top of Lamal. mon; and encamped at some villages.called Macara. The ground was every where burnt up; and, though the nights were very cold, we had not observed the smallest dew since our first ascending the mountain.

On the 12th we travelled through the plain of Woggora. The country now grows inconceivably populous; vast flocks of cattle of all kinds feed on every side, having large and beautiful horns, exceedingly wide, and bosses upon their backs like camels; their colour is noftly black..

After having suffered, with infinite patience and perseverance, the hardships and danger of this long and pain ul journey, we were gratified, at last, with the sight of Gondar, about ten miles distant. The king's palace is distinčily seen, but none of the other houses, which are covered by the multitude of trees, growing in the town, so that it appears one thick, black wood. Behind it is Azazo, likewise covered with trees. On a hill is the large church of Tecla Haimanout, and the river below it makes it distinguishable; still further on is the great lake Tzana, which terminates our horizon, We passed several plantations of sugar-canes, which grow here. from the feed. On the 15th rested on the river Angrab, about half a mile from Gondar. This country is full of large ants, and prodigious swarms of rats and mice, which consume immense quanuities of grain; to these plagues may be added still one, the greatest of them all, bad government, which speedily destroys all the advantages they reap from nature, climate, and leuation. .

We were much surprised at arriving on the Angrab, that no person had come to us from Petios, Janni's brother. We found afterwards, indeed, that he had taken fright upon some menacing words from the priests, at hearing a Frank was on his way to Gona dar, and that he had, soon alter, set out for Ibaba, where Ras Michael was, to receive his directions concerning us. This was the most disagreeable accident could have happened to me. I had not a single person to whom I could address myself for any thing. My letters were for the king and Ras Michael, and could be of no use, as both were absent ; and though I had others for Petroş and the Greeks, they, too, were out of town.


Many Mahometans came to the Angrab 'to meet the caravan. They all knew of my corning, and I foon explained my fituation. I had Janni's letters to Negade Ras Mahomet, the chief of the Moors at Gordar, and principal merchant in Abyffinia, who was absent likewise with the army. But one of his brethren, a sagacious, open-hearted man, desired me not to be discouraged; that as I had not put off my Moorish dress, I thould continue it; that å house was provided for Mahomet Gibberii, and those that were with: him, and that he would put me immediately into possession of it, where I might stay, free from any intercourse with the priests, till Petros or the Ras should return to Gondar. This advice I einbraced with great readiness, as there was nothing I was so much afraid of as an encounter with fanatical priests before I had obtain. ed some protection from government, or the great people in the country. After having concerted these measures, I resigned myself to the direction of my Moorish friend Hagi Saleh.

The Moorish town at Gondar consists of about 3000 houses, fome of them spacious and good. I was put in pofleffion of a very neat one, defined for Mabomet Gibberti. Flour, honey, and fuch-like food, Mahometans and Christians eat promiscuously, and fo far I was well situated. As for flesh, although there was abun. dance of it, I could not touch a bit of it, being killed by Mahometans, as that communion would have been looked upon as equal to a renunciation of Christianity.

[To be continued.].

REFLECTIONS ON WAR. . From a Sermon preached at Whittlesea St. Mary's, in the Isle of .. Ely, on a late Fast day, by the Rev. Mr, Burgess, B. A. " W A R, whether offensive or defensive, is a pi&ture of deso.

V l ation: In no one point of view does it exhibit an amiable feature : take the best side of it:. What see you to com. mend it? There is a childilh, foolilh pomp; there is a vain, and fleeting glory; there is an empty and deceitful honour ; but there is no profil; there is no lasting advantage; there is no brotherly love : Throughout, it is one continued scene of savage cruelty, and unprincipled licentiousness, thirsting for dominion, at the price of blood, and purchasing greatness at the expence of bumanity. . I would to God that every unthinking encourager of Wat, was made to feel in his own person the misery and ruin that it brings upon the peaceable, and industrious! Severe experience. would then convince him, that notwithstanding the shameful, and precarious gain of a few, War is ultimately a serious loss to focia ely; and that whether it turn out successful, or unsuccessful, it spreads devastation through every class of the community.

Of the numerous, wars recorded in history, how, few have been commenced upon, justifiable principles? An invincible luft of avarice, joined to‘a tyrannizing and despotic ambition, has pluns, ged the nations of the earth into unreasonable animosities, and deluged the world with the innocent blood of millions. By what rule of reason, by what precept of the gospel, do we Christians set up the banners, of defiance and harpen the sword for each others' deftru&tion ?

Followers of a meek and lowly Master, professors of a Religion which breaths no other spirit than that of universal forbearance, and universal good-will, is it a part of your creed to murder a fellow-creature who has never done you any injury, and against whom you have not the fightest personal ill-will,? Of all the various combinations of folly and wickedness, surely. this is at once the most diabolical, and most ridiculous!

The conviction, that it is for the interest and happiness of all parties to be at peace with each other, forces itself upon the mind too strongly, to be dispelled by any wretched motives of expedie ency or policy. Peace has uniformly profited all nations; war has uniformly depopulated and impoverilhed them. I solemnly believe and hope, there is not at this moment, a country under the face of heaven, the great mass of whose inhabitants does not, with heart and foul, with for IVars to cease in all the World! Ask the hulbandman what is his opinion, he will tell you, that he could be glad to hear “ they had beat their {words into ploughshares, and their spears into pruning-hooks.". Put the same question to the tradesman, to the merchant, to the manufacturer, to the daylabourer, to the poor at large; and they will all answer with one voice, “ We abhor, we deteft . war; it takes from us the hard earned fruits of our labour, and gives us nothing but poverty and misery in return,

If 'we attend to the consequences of war, what a wide field of misery opens upon us! Here the picture of desolation is completed, and we view this abominable Scourge of Mankind, as it appears when divested of its entraneous embellishments, and arrayed in the dismal garb of truth. At the final issue of an obfti. nate contest, there must necessarily be many lives loft on both fides; destruction has then done her worst and felected the objects of her fury; the grave, that tells no tales, silently receives her myriads of murdered souls; and ungrateful ambition, forgeiting the blood by which victory was purchased, dwells only with rapture on the glory of her conquests! Oh! that the great ones. of the earth were but a little more inclined to the reflection! What conquest was ever worth the useful lives loft to accomplish it? What battle was ever fought that did not hurry thousands of trembling and unprepared fouls into the presence of their offended Redeemer? O God! when thou makeft inquisition for blood, upon whom wilt thou lay the guilt of those torrents of blood that VOL. XIX. Jan. 1796, :


have been shed for no earthly purpose whatever, but to gratify the detestable and insolent ambition of a few poor puny creatures like ourselves, • At the conclusion of a spirited and long contested war, there is scarcely a cottage to be met with that does not bear visible marks of its fruits. In one miserable hut you may behold, seated at their scanty meal, a mother and her tribe of half starved children ; but father you will find none; death met him in the field of battle, and in a moment, made his children fathertefs, and his wife a widow. Here you view an aged couple, bent double with infir, mities and years, and, God knows! but little capable to sustain a protracted journey through the winter of life, yet hoping still to fee better days, when the war is ended, and their children are returned. Time, that at length, brings all things to bear, finishes the war; but time does not bring back their children. To the artificial advantages of war, I oppose, with confidence, the real lofles of mankind : To the pomp and splendour of martial heroism, I oppose the orphan's tears, and the widow's cry: And to the vain and idle boaft of the victor, the sad and untimely fate of the vanquished. When the glories of battle, are the theme of conversation, how feldom are those remembered who fought and who fell in it! Twenty thousand of what are called common sol. diers, might perish, and no one concern himself to inquire how they died, or where they were buried; but let inhuman and insojent pride be told, that every one of those poor men, who thus fell neglected and forgotten, were as true to their king, as faithful to their country, had dispositions as good, and hearts as brave and honest, and souls as dear, as the greatest and noblest warrior among them. How often are the common soldiers doomed to ** beg bitter bread through realms their valour fav’d,” while tog many who are conversant only in the knaveries of war, and who without virtue, labour, or hazard, are growing rich, as their coun. try is impoverishing, find their infamies at length rewarded, by equipages that shine like meteors, and palaces that rise like exhalations. War being thus a national misfortune and of benefit to those only, who, of all others, least deserve to be benefited, can never with any complacency be looked upon in the erroneous light of a necessary evil. Arguments are not wanting to prove, that men were never created to be a Scourge and Nuisance to one ano, ther. We have but to reflect upon the nature of life, and all animosities must instantly vanish. “Fellow travellers through a vale of sorrow! fellow fafferers in a world of wretchedness! all setting out from the same spot! all bound to the same place! all encoun, tering the saine enemy--death! all exploring the fame unknown region-the grave! all sleeping filent in the dust and forgotten! all rising from the dust, when every man shall receive his own Reward! When we consider life in this awful point of view, it is altonishing how christian nations can make war upon each other, or forbear to live together in UŅITY like BRETHREN.


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