AVARO and AMANDA.

A POEM, in FOUR CANTO's, Taken from the Spectator, Vol. I. No. xi.

CANTO I.

WHAT Ills from Want of Education flow,
 From Avarice what cruel Scenes of Woe;
 I mean to sing, except the tuneful Maid
 Neglect my Numbers, and refuse her Aid. 
Say, Goddess, first, what made the Youth explore
 A foreign Clime, and quit his native Shore? 
Say too, how on the barb'rous Isle he came;
 What mov'd the Kindness of the Negro Dame? 
What could provoke a faithless Youth to sell
 A Friend, whose only Crime was loving well? 

NOW had AVARO twenty Winters pass'd,
 His blooming Features ev'ry Beauty grac'd;
 In silver Rings, his loosely flowing Hair
 Hung o'er his Shoulders, with a comely Air;
 Robust his Limbs, and daring was his Soul,
 And Vigour crown'd the well-proportion'd Whole:
 His graceful Charms the Ladies oft survey'd,
 And oft their Eyes an am'rous Signal made;
 But never could the tender Passion move,
 The stubborn Youth was still averse to Love;
 Yet, tho' his Breast was Proof to CUPID's Dart,
 A more ignoble God enslav'd his Heart. 

NO Mysteries of Faith disturb'd his Head;
 For Mysteries of Faith he seldom read;
 That moral Law, which Nature had imprest,
 He blotted from the Volume of his Breast;
 Yet in his Mind his Father's Precepts bears,
 Who often rung this Lesson in his Ears:
 "Would you, my Son, to Happiness aspire,
" Know, Gold alone can Happiness acquire;
 "He that has Gold, is pow'rful as a King,
" Has Valour, Virtue, Wisdom, ev'ry thing! 
 "This to obtain, your utmost Skill bestow;
" And if you gain it, be not careful how:
 "If in the Court, or Camp, you take Delight,
" Then dare to flatter there, or here to fight:
 "Or, should the Merchant's Life your Fancy please,
" Be bold, and bravely venture on the Seas;
 "Many by Merchandize have gain'd Renown,
" And made the Indies Wealth become their own. " 
The Youth imbib'd the Precepts of his Tongue,
 Neglecting ev'ry Law of Right and Wrong;
 Taught by his Sire to court destructive Gain,
 He burns to try his Fortune on the Main. 

WHILE other Youths, by Wit or Pleasure sway'd,
 Frequent the Play, the Ball, or Masquerade;
 AVARO studious in his Chamber stays,
 Careless of Balls, of Masquerades, and Plays;
 There adds, subtracts, and, with unweary'd Pain,
 Learns all the Rules of Int'rest, Loss and Gain. 

NEXT, from an old Astronomer, he tries
 To learn the Planets Journey thro' the Skies;
 With him, at Night, when Heav'n serene appears,
 He points the Quadrant at the shining Spheres;
 The HYADES, and frozen Pole surveys,
 Which guide the Sailor o'er the distant Seas;
 Then Maps and Models of our Globe prepares,
 And carefully inspects both Hemispheres;
 From East to West he views the spacious Round,
 Pleas'd with the modern World COLUMBUS found:
 In Hope elate, the Youth impatient stands,
 And seems to grasp both Indies in his Hands. 
This sees the Sire, and hastily provides
 A Vessel, proof against the Wind and Tides. 
The Youth embarks, the soft propitious Gales
 Arise, and soon expand the swelling Sails;
 The Ship glides swiftly o'er the liquid Plain,
 And NEPTUNE smiles, and courts him on the Main. 

BUT see, how Mortals are the Sport of Fate! 
How oft unhappy, striving to be great! 
Ere CYNTHIA twice her monthly Race had run,
 An Omen of the fatal Storm begun:
 The murm'ring Wind arises by degrees,
 And rocks the Ship, and sweeps the curling Seas;
 Now louder, with impetuous Force, it roars,
 And shoves the swelling Surges to the Shores;
 Till rapid Rain, and Flakes of bick'ring Flame,
 With dreadful Thunder, vex th'ethereal Frame. 
Struck with Surprize, the tim'rous Merchant stands,
 Nor knows what he forbids, or what commands:
 Nor safely back, nor can he forwards go;
 But trembling waits, and fears the fatal Blow. 

LONG time the Sailers work against the Wind,
 With fruitless Toil, to gain the Port assign'd;
 Till Courage, Hope, and all Provisions fail'd,
 And Fear, Despair, and Want their Souls assail'd. 
Forc'd by the Storm into a winding Bay,
 Their joyful Eyes an Indian Isle survey;
 When straight they quit their Ship, and gain the Shore,
 And for Recruits the Savage Land explore. 

ADJOINING to the dreary Beach, there stood
 Wild Shrubs and Trees, that form'd a gloomy Wood;
 Where, close obscur'd, the crafty Natives lay,
 And watch'd the wand'ring Crew, remote from Sea:
 Then forth they rush, and strait their Bows prepare;
 Too late the Sailers see th'approaching War:
 In vain the Brave engage, or Tim'rous fly;
 The Tim'rous, and the Brave, promiscuous die;
 The barb'rous Fields are stain'd with purple Gore. 
And dreadful Groanings echo to the Shore. 
Our youthful Merchant 'scapes, and flies alone;
 His Fear impels, and Safety prompts him on;
 Thro' dusky Woods he takes his trembling Flight,
 The dusky Woods conceal him from their Sight;
 Till in the devious Wilds, remote from Foes,
 Then, on the Ground, he weeping vents his Woes,
 Oft curs'd his hapless Fate, and often thought
 On what the hoary Star-monger had taught;
 How, at our Birth, as diff'rent Planets rule,
 They form a Wit, or constitute a Fool;
 How, in the Maze of Life, we act as they
 Attract, retard, or force us in the Way. 
And, as he these uncertain Censures made,
 Against the Stars he thus exclaiming said:

THE Planets sure some noxious Pow'r display,
 And rule my Life with arbitrary Sway;
 Else had I ne'er forsook my native Home,
 Nor in this baleful Desert met my Doom —
 And yet, when I reflect, I cannot see,
 How Globes insensible should influence me! 
I chuse my Actions; when the Choice is made. 
I nor invoke, nor yet consult their Aid. 
When Mortals act according to their Will,
 Can Heav'n be call'd the Author of their Ill? 
Too late I find, the Stars are not in Fault;
 But 'tis that golden Wish my Sire has taught:
 Enticing Gold, that damn'd deceiving Guide,
 Induc'd me first to stem the foaming Tide;
 Fallacious Charm, that led me from Repose,
 Now leaves me in a Labyrinth of Woes. 

SO, when compacted Vapours, in the Night,
 Skim o'er the Fields, with a delusive Light,
 The injudicious Traveller surveys
 Th'alluring Scene, and courts the glist'ring Blaze;
 Till, tempted o'er a Rock's impending Brow,
 He falls to some tremendous Gulph below. 

THUS the unhappy Youth laments his Fate,
 Conscious of all the Ills, that round him wait;
 Till setting PHOEBUS leaves the blushing Sky,
 And glimm'ring Stars a feeble Light supply:
 The Shades of Night increase his anxious Care,
 And add a greater Horror to Despair. 

CANTO II.

ALL Night in Tears the pensive Merchant lay,
 And often wish'd, and fear'd the coming Day;
 Till, on the Hills, the rising Sun display'd
 His golden Beams, and chas'd away the Shade:
 Harmonious Birds salute his chearful Rays,
 And hail the rosy Morn with joyful Lays;
 While, stretch'd upon the Ground, AVARO moans,
 Answ'ring their tuneful Songs with piercing Groans. 

NOT distant far from where the Youth was laid,
 A purling Stream, in pleasing Murmurs, play'd;
 And, by the Margin of the crystal Flood,
 Two Rows of Trees in beautcous Order stood;
 Whose Branches form'd a pendent Arch above,
 Diffusing gloomy Verdure o'er the Grove. 
An Indian Princess hither daily came,
 Pleas'd with the grateful Shade, and cooling Stream:
 She now was walking to her lov'd Retreat,
 And heard the mourning Youth lament his Fate:
 Fix'd in Amaze, a-while she list'ning stood;
 Then swift approach'd him, rushing thro' the Wood. 
Th' affrighted Merchant rose with gazing Eyes,
 And tim'rous Looks, that testify'd Surprize:
 Backward he starts; the Dame, with equal Fears,
 Recedes as fast, and wonders what appears:
 Yet, bolder grown, she soon advanc'd again,
 Smit with the Beauty of the godlike Man:
 His Dress, and fair Complexion, charm'd her Sight;
 Each glowing Feature gave her new Delight;
 While Love and Pity both arose within,
 And kindled in her Soul a Flame unseen. 
With equal Joy AVARO now survey'd
 The native Graces of the Negro Maid:
 He view'd her Arms, with various Ribbands bound;
 Her downy Head, with painted Feathers crown'd;
 With Bredes, and lucid Shells, in Circles strung,
 Which shone refulgent, as they round her hung. 

AS when, in splendid Robes, a courtly Maid
 Begins the Dance at Ball or Masquerade;
 The Pearls and Di'monds shine with mingled Light,
 And glitt'ring Pendants blaze against the Sight. 

SO shone the beauteous Shells around her Waist,
 And sparkling Gems, that deck'd her jetty Breast;
 All which AVARO's gazing Eyes pursue,
 Charm'd with her lovely Shape, disclos'd to View:
 Each Limb appears in just Proportion made,
 With Elegance thro' ev'ry Part display'd:
 And now his Cares dissolve, new Passions move;
 And Nature intimates, the Change is LOVE. 

NOT far remote, a cooling Grot was made,
 In which the Virgin often sought a Shade:
 Thick Shrubs, and fruitful Vines, around it grew;
 And none, except herself, the Mansion knew. 
To this obscure Recess the Royal Dame,
 Rejoicing, with her lovely Captive came:
 Then, from the Branches, with officious Haste,
 She plucks the Fruits, which yield a sweet Repast:
 That done, she, with her Bow, explores the Wood;
 Pierc'd with her Shaft, the Fowl resigns his Blood. 
Then back she hastens to her cool Retreat,
 And for AVARO dress'd the grateful Meat:
 To slake his Thirst, she next directs his Way,
 Where crystal Streams in wild Meanders stray:
 Nor lets him there, expos'd to Foes, remain;
 But to the Cave conducts him safe again. 

SO doats AMANDA on the Merchant, while
 She scorns the Lovers of her native Isle:
 For all the Heroes of her Country strove,
 With Emulation, to attract her Love;
 And, when they could the painted Fowls insnare,
 Or pierce the savage Beast in sylvan War,
 The Skins and Feathers, Trophies of their Fame,
 They gave for Presents to the Royal Dame;
 All which she to her lov'd AVARO brought,
 And with them gaily deck'd his shining Grot:
 The spotted Panther here she hung; and there,
 With Paws extended, frown'd the shaggy Bear;
 Here gaudy Plumes appear, in Lustre bright;
 There Shells and Pearls diffuse a sparkling Light. 

AS when, to grace some Royal Prince's Hall,
 The skilful Painter animates the Wall;
 Here warlike Heroes frown in Martial Arms,
 There a soft Nymph displays her blushing Charms
 A pleasing Landscape next invites our Eye,
 And the Room glows with sweet Variety. 

YET, still to give her Lover more Delight,
 (Lest what he daily saw, should pall the Sight)
 When SOL with Purple cloath'd the Western Sky,
 And Shades extended shew'd the Ev'ning nigh,
 She to some verdant Grove the Youth convey'd,
 Where Nightingales harmonious Music made:
 Soft Flow'rets were their Couch; and, all around,
 Diffusive Sweets perfum'd the fragrant Ground. 
There oft she would his snowy Bosom bare,
 Oft round her Fingers wind his silver Hair;
 Charm'd with the Contrast, which their Colours made,
 More pleasing than the Tulip's Light and Shade. 
Nor was the Youth insensible; but soon
 Repaid her Love, by shewing of his own:
 Oft would his Bosom heave with speaking Sighs;
 Oft would he gaze, and languish with his Eyes:
 Now on her panting Breast his Head repose,
 To meet his Head her panting Breast arose;
 While in her Soul ecstatic Raptures glow'd,
 And her fond Arms believ'd they clasp'd a God. 

SO liv'd the happy Pair, observ'd by none,
 Till both had learnt a Language of their own;
 In which the Youth, one Ev'ning, in the Shade,
 Beguiles the harmless unsuspicious Maid;
 Leans on her Breast, and, with a Kiss, betrays;
 Then vents his specious Fraud in Words like these;

WITNESS, ye Gods, and all ye Blest above,
 (For Ye can witness best, how well I love)
 If e'er, among our blooming Nymphs, I knew
 Such Pleasures, as my Soul receives from you! 
O dear AMANDA! could I but, with thee,
 Once more my happy native Country see,
 You should not there in lonely Caves retreat,
 Nor trace the burning Sands with naked Feet;
 Your Limbs, which now the Sun and Wind invade,
 Should neatly be in softest Silks array'd;
 In gilded Houses gaily should you ride,
 By Horses drawn, which prancing Side by Side,
 Neigh, foam, and champ the Bit with graceful Pride;
 Our Time, in Pomp and Peace, should slide away,
 And blooming Pleasures crown the smiling Day;
 And, when the setting Sun forsook the Skies,
 Approaching Night should but increase our Joys:
 We would not on the chilling Ground embrace,
 Nor Foes, as now, should interrupt our Peace;
 But both reposing on some easy Bed,
 Soft, as the fleecy Down, that decks thy Head,
 The sportive God of Love should round us play,
 While we, in Raptures, pass'd the Night away:
 Then let us carefully, my Dear, explore
 The Haven, where I first approach'd the Shore. 
Perhaps we shall some floating Ship survey,
 Safe to conduct us o'er the watry Way:
 Nor let the foaming Waves your Steps retard;
 I'll guard you o'er, and be a faithful Guard. 

How oft, alas! is Innocence betray'd,
 When Love invites, and Flatterers persuade? 
How could the Dame, a Stranger to Deceit,
 Imagine such a heav'nly Form a Cheat? 
She paus'd, she sigh'd; then, with a pensive Look,
 Half loth, and half consenting, thus she spoke:

ONCE has AVARO scap'd the raging Main:
 Why would you tempt the fickle Seas again? 
To seek new Dangers, when in Safety here,
 Would but provoke the Deities you fear —
 Sometimes, I own, we've been surpriz'd by Foes,
 Whose nightly Walks have wak'd you from Repose:
 Yet still I guard your sacred Life secure,
 And always will — What can AMANDA more? 

THUS said, she clasp'd him in her loving Arms,
 Embrac'd his Neck, and doated on his Charms:
 And now both shew their Passions in their Look,
 And now Connubial HYMEN both invoke;
 In sportive Joys they clos'd the genial Day,
 While PHILOMELA sung the Nuptial Lay;
 Till soon the Youth reclin'd upon her Breast,
 And golden Slumbers seal'd their Eyes to Rest. 

CANTO III.

SOON as the Sun began to gild the Day,
 And on the Hills emit a trembling Ray;
 AMANDA, from her flow'ry Bed, awoke;
 Sad was her Heart, and discompos'd her Look;
 The briny Torrent flows adown her Cheeks,
 While thus she to her dear AVARO speaks:

O Thou, on whom my Life and Love depend,
 If e'er AMANDA claim'd the Name of Friend;
 If e'er I gave thy troubled Mind Repose,
 Or hid thee, when pursu'd with furious Foes;
 Explain this Dream, that terrifies my Breast;
 The strangest, Fear, or Fancy, e'er imprest! 

METHOUGHT a God descended from the Skies;
 Celestial Beauty sparkled in his Eyes;
 Like Rays of PHOEBUS shone his radiant Hair,
 His Shape like thine, like thine his graceful Air;
 A Robe was neatly girt about his Waist,
 Fine as my lov'd AVARO's silken Vest;
 His shining Lips upon my Breast he laid,
 And softly press'd my Hand, and smiling said:

 "ARISE, my Dear, my lov'd AMANDA, rise;
" An easier Lodging waits thee in the Skies:
 "I am descended from the blest Abodes,
" To bear thee hence to Heav'n among the Gods:
 "No Enemies shall there disturb thy Rest;
" There, with thy Lover, live for ever blest. " 

THUS said, he rais'd me from the dewy Plain,
 And bore, or seem'd to bear me, o'er the Main:
 But soon he led me to a distant Isle,
 Where Horrors reign, and Comforts never smile:
 Thick Brakes and Brambles choak'd the dreary Coast,
 The only Product, which the Land could boast;
 Till a dejected, servile Race arose,
 With gloomy Sadness brooding on their Brows:
 This Crowd, promiscuous, with incessant Toil,
 Or rooted up the Wood, or plough'd the Soil:
 How each perform'd his Task, a Tyrant view'd;
 And sternly shook his Whip, and menac'd, as he stood. 
Sometimes, to shun the direful Lash, they fled;
 Th'insulting Lord pursu'd with greater Speed:
 Sure not so fearful fly the trembling Bears,
 To shun our Hunters Darts, and missive Spears;
 Sure not so swift our Hunters e'er pursu'd
 The trembling Bears, when flying thro' the Wood;
 As from the Tyrant's Wrath they swiftly run,
 Or, as the Tyrant, swifter, urg'd 'em on. 
Each to his wonted Task he drove again,
 And made me mix among the servile Train;
 Doom'd with the rest to groan beneath the Yoke,
 Alike I felt the dire correcting Stroke. 
But, O! what added most to my Despair,
 My Godlike Guide was false, and left me there —

As thus she spake, confus'd her Looks appear'd;
 For still her Soul the dreadful Vision fear'd:
 Deciding Reason from her Seat withdrew,
 And Fancy painted all the Scene anew. 
The Youth to chear the drooping Dame essay'd,
 When straight a Boar came rushing thro' the Shade;
 The crashing Woods proclaim'd his rapid Force,
 While two fleet Youths pursu'd the sylvan Course:
 The Lovers started from their flow'ry Seats,
 Surpriz'd, and each a diff'rent Way retreats. 

As when some Musquet's Thunder has expell'd
 Two loving Turtles from the verdant Field;
 Both, diverse, thro' the wide ethereal Plain
 Fly swift; and flying, fear their Mate is slain. 

So parting, devious fled th'affrighted Pair;
 Such was AVARO's, such AMANDA's Fear. 
The foaming Boar between 'em swiftly past,
 The nimble Coursers urge the Chace as fast;
 Till soon they pierce him with a mortal Wound;
 He falls, and purple Gore distains the Ground:
 Then, from the savage War, they take their Way;
 And to their Cave, triumphant, bear the Prey. 

SOON as the sportive Hunters left the Wood,
 The loving Pair conceal'd no longer stood;
 But trembling both forsook the dusky Shade,
 Both trembling met upon the op'ning Glade:
 Mute with Surprize a-while they stood; the Man
 Broke Silence first, and thus his Tale began:

O dear AMANDA! soon we have survey'd
 This mystic Vision of the Night display'd:
 These are the frowning Tyrants in thy Dream,
 That chas'd the Slaves, and we their flying Game. 

SOME Part, said she, resembled this, I own;
 And some remains a Riddle yet unknown:
 What meant that God, which still, methinks, I view? 
That radiant Deity! so much like You! 
And what the Fields above, which he propos'd? 
Say, if the Mystery can be disclos'd. 

To whom the Youth: Our active Fancy seems
 For ever roving, roving most in Dreams:
 For then the Soul, disburden'd of her Load,
 Soars high, and grows prophetic, like a God;
 Minds Things when past, as present to our View;
 And, by Allusion, knows the future too. 
Thus, when to Sleep your musing Head reclin'd,
 She kept our Ev'ning Converse in her Mind;
 Reflected on the Joys my Country yields,
 Joys, sweet as those in yonder azure Fields;
 Till, soaring higher, striving to discern
 Her hidden Fate, and future Fortune learn,
 Heav'n shew'd her something like this Morning Chace,
 By trembling Slaves, who fled their Tyrant's Face;
 Perhaps, to warn us timely from our Bed;
 For, O my dear AMANDA! had we stay'd,
 I had not liv'd to tell this mystic Tale,
 Nor you, to hear the Secrets I reveal —
 But let us to my happy Country steer,
 Nor longer wait impending Ruin here. 

So spake the Youth; and, with a gracious Look,
 He seem'd to sanctify the Words he spoke. 

Go, she reply'd; go where you are inclin'd;
 Your faithful Lover will not stay behind. 
If o'er the Seas you shall attempt your Way,
 The Seas shall not compel me here to stay;
 Nor will I fear the Surges of the Deep;
 (For Surges oft, you say, assail the Ship)
 Calm and compos'd, intrepid, will I stand,
 Till you conduct me to your native Land. 
Or, if you would some other Clime pursue,
 Then shall some other Climate please me too. 
And when the happy destin'd Land we meet,
 Where Providence shall fix our wand'ring Feet;
 With joyful Servitude, I'll still attend
 On you, my nuptial Lord, and dearest Friend. 
Soon as AURORA spreads her purple Ray,
 When you awake, to chase the nimble Prey,
 I'll also rise; and, with an equal Art,
 Display the Net, or speed the pointed Dart;
 Or search the Plains, and tasteful Herbs provide;
 Or strip the Vines, and press their juicy Pride:
 Each Ev'ning will I fondly deck your Bed
 With sweetest Flow'rets, gather'd from the Mead
 And when, dissolv'd in downy Sleep, you lie,
 I'll wake, and watch if Foes approach too nigh:
 To guard your Life, all Hazards will I run;
 And, for your Safety, sacrifice my own. 

TO whom the Youth: No Hazards shall you run;
 Nor, for my Safety, sacrifice your own;
 Nor yet at Ev'ning fondly deck my Bed
 With sweetest Flow'rets, gather'd from the Mead;
 Nor shall AMANDA tasteful Herbs explore;
 Nor shall AVARO chase the savage Boar:
 A softer Bed, than Flow'rs, shall give you Rest;
 A choicer Meat, than Fruits, indulge your Taste. 
Ten thousand Things my grateful Soul shall find,
 To charm your Fancy, and delight your Mind;
 I'll vary Love a hundred diff'rent Ways,
 And institute new Arts to make it please:
 So shall our future Race of Children see
 A constant Proverb made of you and me:
 When British Youths shall court the doubting Dame,
 And want Expressions equal to their Flame;
 Then, strongly to attest it, shall be said,
 "True, as AVARO to the Indian Maid." 

To whom AMANDA, (pausing at the Name)
 What meant AVARO by the doubting Dame? 
Has any of your British Damsels made
 A Doubt of what such godlike Beings said? 
Or is it customary to your Clime? 
Has ever Youth committed such a Crime,
 As base Ingratitude? Has any there
 Deluded first, and then forsook, the Fair? 
I cannot think, your Love will e'er decline,
 Nor can my radiant Angel question mine. 
By yon bright Beams, which paint the rising Day;
 By thy bright Charms, as beautiful as they;
 By all our pleasing Hours of Love, I vow
 To share your Fate thro' ev'ry Scene of Woe;
 Content, with you, to yield my vital Breath;
 For Life, without you, would but lengthen Death. 

WITH such sweet Talk their Moments they beguile;
 Both seem impatient for the destin'd Isle:
 He daily vows, and daily is believ'd;
 She daily hears, and daily is deceiv'd. 

CANTO IV.

FAREWEL, bright Goddess of th' Idalian Grove! 
Farewel, ye sportive Deities of LOVE! 
No longer I your pleasing Joys rehearse;
 A rougher Theme demands my pensive Verse;
 A Scene of Woes remains to be display'd,
 Indulgent Love with Slavery repaid:
 Ingratitude, and broken Vows, and Lies,
 The mighty Ills, that spring from Avarice,
 Provoke my Lays: Your Aid, ye Muses, bring;
 Assist my Tragic Numbers, while I sing. 
Say, what ensu'd, when, on the briny Deep,
 The watchful Dame beheld a floating Ship? 
She call'd, and beckon'd to it from the Shore;
 Then to the Youth the grateful Tidings bore;
 And said, I something see, like winged Trees,
 (Strange to behold!) fly swiftly o'er the Seas;
 Their bulky Roots upon the Billows float:
 Say, is not this the Ship, you long have sought? 
Or I mistake, or, by the Gods Command,
 This comes to bear us to your native Land:
 Then hasten, see the Partner of your Heart,
 With You, her Guide, is ready to depart;
 My Father, Mother, Friends, I bid Adieu,
 Friends, Father, Mother, not so dear as You. 

To whom the Youth, with smiling Brow, reply'd:
 O thou true Pattern of a faithful Bride! 
Who dar'st thy Father, Mother, Friends resign;
 And risque thy own dear Life, to rescue mine! —
 If I forget the Debt I owe to Thee,
 May all the Gods forget their Care of Me! 
In more wild Deserts let me rove again;
 Nor find a Friend, like Thee, to ease my Pain! 
There let the Vulturs, Wolves, and Tigers tear
 This Body, Thou hast kindly nourish'd here! 

So saying, to the Beach he straight descends;
 And, by the Flag, discerns the Crew his Friends:
 And now his Heart exults within his Breast;
 His loving Mate an equal Joy confest;
 She, with him, gladly ventures on the Main,
 Unthinking of her future Toil and Pain. 

So, to the Plough, the Heifer, yet unbroke,
 Walks chearful on, nor dreads th'impending Yoke;
 Till, in the Fields, urg'd with the piercing Goad,
 She groans, and writhes, reluctant with her Load. 

THE British Bark was to Barbados bound:
 Th'expected Shore the Sailers quickly found;
 Where, safe from Danger, now the perjur'd Youth,
 False to his former Vows of sacred Truth,
 Reflecting, counts the Int'rest he had lost,
 While Fate detain'd him on the Indian Coast:
 The frugal Thoughts suppress his am'rous Flame,
 And prompt him to betray the faithful Dame. 
Yet scarce he can the cursed Fact pursue;
 But hesitates at what he fain would do:
 For, tho' his Av'rice moves him to the Ill,
 His Gratitude within him struggles still;
 And, 'twixt two Passions, neither guides his Will. 

AS when two Scales, which equal Loads suspend,
 Sway to and fro; alternate both descend,
 Till undeclining each aloft abides,
 Nor this, nor that, the doubtful Weight decides. 

SO stood the doubtful Youth a-while; nor wou'd
 Forsake the Evil, nor pursue the Good;
 Till, as the Sailers in the Haven stay,
 To purchase Slaves, the Planters croud the Key:
 One asks, for what the Negro may be sold;
 Then bids a Price, and shews the tempting Gold:
 Which when AVARO views with greedy Eyes,
 He soon resolves to gain th'alluring Prize;
 Nor Oaths, nor Gratitude, can longer bind;
 Her Fate he thus determines in his Mind:

 "SUPPOSE I should conduct this Indian o'er;
" And thus, instead of Gold, import a Moor —
 "Would not my Sire, with stern contracted Brows,
" Condemn my Choice, and curse my nuptial Vows? 
 "Was it for this I learn'd the Merchant's Art? 
" Only to gain a doating Negro's Heart! 
 "Was it for this the raging Seas I crost? 
" No; Gold induc'd me to the Indian Coast;
 "And Gold is offer'd for this simple Dame;
" Shall I refuse it, or renounce my Flame? —
 "Let am'rous Fools their tiresome Joys renew,
" And doat on Love, while Int'rest I pursue. " 
He added not; for now, intent on Gold,
 And dead to all Remorse, the Dame he sold. 

AMANDA stood confounded with Surprize,
 And silently reproach'd him with her Eyes:
 She often try'd to speak; but when she try'd,
 Her Heart swell'd full, her Voice its Aid deny'd;
 And, when she made her fault'ring Tongue obey,
 These Words, commix'd with Sighs, found out their Way. 

 "WHO can the mystic Ways of Fate explain? 
" Am I awake, or do I dream again? 
 "Is this the sad Reward of all my Care? 
" Was it for this I chear'd thee in Despair? 
 "The Gods above (if any Gods there be)
" Witness what I have done to succour thee! 
 "Yet, if my Kindness can't thy Pity move,
" Pity the Fruits of our unhappy Love:
 "O let the Infant, in my pregnant Womb,
" Excite thee to revoke my threaten'd Doom;
 "Think how the future Slave, in Climes remote,
" Shall curse the treach'rous Sire, that him begot. " 

SO spake the mourning Dame, but spake in vain;
 Th'obdurate Youth insults her with Disdain;
 Not all her Kindness could his Pity move,
 Nor yet the Fruits of their unhappy Love. 
But, as the Flames, which soften Wax, display
 The same warm Force to harden sordid Clay;
 That Motive, which would melt another Heart,
 More harden'd his, and made him act a double Villain's Part. 
He, for the Child, demands a larger Sum;
 And sells it, while an Embryo in the Womb. 

AND now he sternly takes her by the Hand,
 Then drags her on, reluctant, to the Land;
 While, as she walks, her dismal Fate she moans,
 The Rocks around her echo to her Groans:
 "O base, ungrateful Youth!" she loudly cries;
 "O base, ungrateful Youth!" the Shore replies:
 "And canst thou, cruel, perjur'd Villain! leave
" Thy tender Infant too, an abject Slave,
 "To toil, and groan, and bleed beneath the Rod? 
" Fool that I was, to think thou wert a God!
 "Sure from some savage Tyger art thou sprung —
" No: Tygers feed, and fawn upon their Young:
 "But thou despisest all paternal Cares,
" The Fate of Infants, and their Mother's Pray'rs. " 

IN vain she does her wretched State deplore;
 Pleas'd with the Gold, he gladly quits the Shore;
 The ruffling Winds dilate the Sails, the Ship
 Divides the Waves, and skims along the Deep. 
Three Days the bellying Canvas gently swells,
 Clear shines the Sun, and friendly blow the Gales;
 Then frowning Clouds invest the vaulted Sky,
 And hollow Winds proclaim a Tempest nigh:
 Fierce BOREAS loudly o'er the Ocean roars,
 Smoke the white Waves, and sound the adverse Shores;
 While, to increase the Horrors of the Main,
 Descends a Deluge of impetuous Rain. 
The giddy Ship on circling Eddies rides,
 Toss'd, and retoss'd, the Sport of Winds and Tides. 
Redoubled Peals of roaring Thunder roll,
 And Flames, conflicting, flash from Pole to Pole,
 While guilty Thoughts distract AVARO's Soul. 
Of Life despairing, tho' afraid to die,
 One fatal Effort yet he means to try:
 While all the busy Crew, with panting Breath,
 Were lab'ring to repel the liquid Death;
 AVARO from the Stern the Boat divides,
 And yields up to the Fury of the Tides:
 Toss'd on the boist'rous Wave, the Vessel flies,
 Now sinking low, now mounting to the Skies;
 Till soon the Storm decreas'd, and, by degrees,
 Hush'd were the Winds, and calm the ruffled Seas;
 The Sailers safely steer their Course again,
 And leave AVARO floating on the Main;
 Who landed quickly on a lonely Isle,
 Where human Feet ne'er print the baleful Soil;
 A dreary Wilderness was all appear'd,
 And howling Wolves the only Sound he heard;
 A thousand Deaths he views before his Eyes,
 A thousand Guilt-created Fiends arise;
 A conscious Hell within his Bosom burns,
 And racks his tortur'd Soul, while thus he mourns:

 "CURS'D be the Precepts of my selfish Sire,
" Who bad me after fatal Gold aspire! 
 "Curs'd be myself, and doubly curs'd, who sold
" A faithful Friend, to gain that fatal Gold! —
 "O! could these gloomy Woods my Sin conceal,
" Or in my Bosom quench this firy Hell;
 "Here would I pine my wretched Life away,
" Or to the hungry Savage fall a Prey —
 "But can the gloomy Woods conceal my Sin,
" Or cooling Shadows quench the Hell within? 
 "No; like some Spirit banish'd Heav'n, I find
" Terrors in ev'ry Place, to rack my Mind;
 "Tormenting conscious Plagues increase my Care,
" And guilty Thoughts indulge my just Despair —
 "O! where shall I that piercing Eye evade,
" That scans the Depths of Hell's tremendous Shade? " 

SO saying, straight he gave a hideous Glare,
 With rolling Eyes, that witness'd strong Despair:
 Then drew his pointed Weapon from the Sheath,
 Confus'dly wild, and all his Thoughts on Death;
 To pierce his trembling Heart he thrice essay'd,
 And thrice his coward Arm deny'd its Aid:
 Meanwhile a howling Wolf, with Hunger prest,
 Leap'd on the Wretch, and seiz'd him by the Breast;
 Tore out his Heart, and lick'd the purple Flood;
 For Earth refus'd to drink the Villain's Blood.