hour. What could our forefathers imagine when they
saw their little ones hurled from their tents, filling the
air with sorrowful cries ? All shared in one common
lot: kings were taken from their thrones and with
their subjects, became the victims of kidnappers.
The little huts that knew them once, were to know
them no more. Their departing sighs bade a long
farewell to their sweet homes. In vain did they re¬
sist their captor; in vain did they, in countenance, if
not in speech, invoke his mercy. In the looks of the
poor captives, the horrors of a future land, could al¬
most be seen. Ah ! where was humanity in this hour ?
How could she witness the scene? But her voice
was not regarded. Vice commanded and man obeyed.
The tears, the groans of men, women and children,
reached the ear of no sympathizing heart.
" On board the ship with shrieks and tears,
Their land no more to see;
To be the slaves of Christian heirs,
In lands beyond the sea.
' All ready !' cried the captain,
' Aye, Aye !' the seamen said,
Heave up the worthless lubber,
The dying and the dead! "
All along the American shores of the Atlantic,
anxious men of all trades stood in one continued gaze,
awaiting the arrival of the negro vessel. All along
the shores of the Atlantic, new States were being or¬
ganized with slavery as their corner-stone.