V. CALAIS, AUGUST 15, 1802. FESTIVALS have I seen that were not names: And his is henceforth an established sway- The destiny of Man, and live in hope. .VI. ON THE EXTINCTION OF THE VENETIAN REPUBLIC. ONCE did She hold the gorgeous east in fee; When her long life hath reached its final day : XI. SEPTEMBER, 1802. INLAND, within a hollow vale, I stood; And saw, while sea was calm and air was clear, The coast of France-the coast of France how near! Drawn almost into frightful neighbourhood. I shrunk; for verily the barrier flood Was like a lake, or river bright and fair, A span of waters; yet what power is there! What mightiness for evil and for good! Even so doth God protect us if we be Virtuous and wise. Winds blow, and waters roll, TOUSSAINT, the most unhappy man of men! Live, and take comfort. Thou hast left behind Powers that will work for thee; air, earth, and skies; There's not a breathing of the common wind That will forget thee; thou hast great allies; And love, and man's unconquerable mind. IX. SEPTEMBER 1, 1802. Among the capricious acts of tyranny that disgraced those times, was the chasing of all Negroes from France by decree of the government: we had a Fellow passenger who was one of the expelled. DRIVEN from the soil of France, a Female came From Calais with us, brilliant in array,— A Negro Woman, like a lady gay, Yet downcast as a woman fearing blame ; Yet still those eyes retained their tropic fire, Joined with the lustre of her rich attire To mock the Outcast-O ye Heavens, be kind! |