And why his License gone? The Council know,
The people get so drunk and stagger so;
They cannot walk, but reel both to and fro.

What miscreant hag stalks amid the gloom?
The blackness of her heart, her looks assume.
Her Gorgon-head strikes the soul with horror;
Her face reflects envy like a mirror;
And all the basest passions of the heart,
Lie rankling there, to play their fiendish part.
Detraction foul, here quickly, has her birth;
And ev'ry other which doth scourge the earth.
She riots on the blight of loveliest charms,
And kills in embrio, fair virtue's germs.
The fellest venom from her tongue she spits,
And ev'ry beauteous flow'r unerring hits.
One only pleasure could assuage her heart,
The closest twine of friendship rent apart.
Her smile is the vindictive smile of death;
To see her victim fall, depriv'd of breath.
Whose early youth, alluringly discloses,
A lovely cheek, where innocence reposes;
A bunch of lilies intertwin'd with roses.
A child of nature prematurely grown,
Which Genius'self had fondly call'd her own.
The low'ring flame glares beneath her brow-
Go! see the wretch, since language can't tell how.
Her Guide, black Turpitude, before her stands,
Beckons her on, with sacrilegious hands;
Through paths, which none but cursed fiends e'er
trod,

Or a base woman, damn'dest work of God.

Her movement still, the murdr'er's softly step, Half leaning o'er one's couch, when lost in sleep. With eye intent, she o'er her victim stands,

A thirsty dagger clutch'd in both her hands:
Uprais'd with fell intent, eager to kill;
Waiting alone her base companion's will.
E'en Hell itself would blacken at her frown,
Satan affrighted, drop his glitt'ring Crown.
The infernal Hecate chaunted at her birth,
And ev'ry reptile hiss'd along the earth.
Grim death on a pale ass came riding by,
And ev'ry Hell-hound rais'd a hideous cry:
E'en Spectre Time rear'd his sharp scythe on high.
From putrefaction sprang her worthless mind-
Chain'd to the basest clay of human kind.
Her heart, her mind, nature's foul abortion;
Of all that's lovely, a base distortion.

From out her wicked loins a bantling sprung-
It gasp'd-then died-unsir'd-unwept-unsung.
May the evils which her passions gender,
Like black fiends at ev'ry step attend her.
"With whip of scorpions lash her round the world;"
Then from time's confines, let her soul be hurl'd.
From Blue, her soul has chang'd to blackest dye,
And in the lowest hell-Oh! may it lie—
Grasp'd by th'eternal worm and never die.
Whose awful folds, with mighty writhings, clasp
Its victim still, at each convulsive gasp―
At ev'ry ceaseless turn and torture dire,
Envellop more in everlasting fire.
As far too base for Satan's realms below,
As he himself, in heav'n above, to go.

ORDER AND CHAOS-MORNING SPLENDOR AND MID

NIGHT DARKNESS,

Or the Negro and White Man Contrasted.

The image of the negro surely could not have been painted on the retina of the eye of the illustrious Shakspeare, when he bursts forth into the following enthusiastic and poetic language:-What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason! How infinite in faculties! in form and moving, how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension, how like a God! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals!—Or the distinguished Maxcy when he says, "Erect in stature man differs from all other animals, though his foot is confined to the earth, yet his eye measures the whole circuit of the heavens, and in an instant takes in thousands of worlds: "or the sacred historian when he declares that, "God created man from the dust of the earth after his own image, and breathed into him the breath of life, and he became a living soul." View the negro in all his relations, and does he appear to be a being of the above descripton? And does he justify the remarks? But does he not on the other hand, seem rather to establish the opinion expressed by some of the most learned Commentators on the Bible, in relation to his color, to the curse pronounced on Cain for his transgression? And has he not the indelible mark of blackness stamped on his visage? Look at his figure, and is there any resemblance to the Apollo Belvidere? And is there any thing like intelligence impressed on his brow? But is he not rather the image of vacancy and stupidity, resembling rather, in his movement, a gloomy, painted Automaton, put in motion, without volition, by some secret and

invisible, mechanical machinery, like the Turkish Chess Player? And contemptious the Miscreant and blasphemous the Wretch, who, like Cox, would proclaim from the sacred Desk, The Saviour, to have been a Negro -"who spake as never man spoke.' How revolting the thought to reason and common sense; as if the Almighty "whose presence fills immensity, and even the heaven of heavens cannot contain Him,”—would reveal himself in the flesh, and condescend to assume the gloomy vestments of such mortality! Naturalists and all intelligent writers, who have ever expressed any opinion on the subject, have classed men as animals, placing the negro in the lowest scale of human intelligencesa connecting link in the great chain of beings, between men and animals; as is the Polypus between the vegitable and animal kingdom. The monkey or baboon, as is highly probable, was created only as a carricature of the negro (herhaps some may doubt it, but the "ways of the Lord are mysterious and passed finding out") to the form of which has been superadded the extra appendage of a tail to complete the picture. Sure Milton, the immortal Bard, could have no reference to the Negro, when he describes our first parents, Adam and Eve, as fresh-coming from the hand of their divine Maker; on whose forms and features were beutifully and nobly impressed the image of the Deity--as described in "PARADISE LOST:"

"His fair, large front and eye sublime declar'd,
Absolute rule; and hyacinthine locks
Round from his parted forehead manly hung
Clust'ring, but not beneath his shoulders broad:
She as a veil, down to the slender waist
Her unadorned golden tresses wore
Dishevell'd, but in wanton ringlets wav'd

As the vine curls his tendrils which imply'd
Subjection, requir'd with gentle sway,

And by her yielded, by him best receiv'd
Yielded with coy subinission, modest pride,
And sweet reluctant amorous delay."

Ransack the Archives of ancient and modern history-traverse the boundless regions of Africa--and where do we find any indications of talent and genius or the least traces of inventive or creative minds-have they ever, like Egypt, Greece and Rome, flourished in the Arts and Sciences, though left to themselves, to form their own free and independaut laws and institutions? Have they ever produced men, eminent in any of the departments of Science? Have they erected pyramids, splendid temples, built magnificent cities-and if so, where are they? We find no mention of them in history or the writings of travellers. Have they ever carried on an extensive navigation with the civilized parts of the Globe? Where are their ships and distinguished admirals, or navigators? Have they ever sent ambassadors to foreign powers to negotiate treaties? Where are their statesmen? Have we any translations in the modern languages of the speeches or writings of their il} .strious scholars, their philosophers, their orators, their judges, their poets? Have they ever produced a Confucius, a Zoroaster, a Socrates, a Bacon, a Newton, a Demosthenes, a Solon, a Fenelon, a Shakspeare, a Milton? No-from all which we have read or discovered, 'tis preposterous to draw such an inference. Surely then from what has been said, and can be irrefutably established; we have every reason to believe, that the Almighty never created the negro with an intellect and capacities for improvement in the arts and sciences, equal to the white man, (though there are now many in the United States