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BORN, 1745; DIED, 1833. Trincipal Works.—Sacred Dramas, Hints towards forming the
Character of a Princess, Cælebs in Search of a Wise, Siricit is
THE TWO WEAVERS.
A stranger, ignorant of the trade,
The enterprising traveller, Mungo Park, gives the following lively and interesting account of the hospitable treatment he received from a poor negro woman.
“Being arrived at Sego, on the banks of the Niger, I found,” he says, "to my great mortification, that no person would admit me into his house. I was regarded with astonishment and fear; and was obliged to sit the whole day without vietuals, in the shade of a tree.
“The night threatened to be very uncomfortable, for the wind rose, and there was great appearance of a heavy rain : the wild beasts, too, were so numerous in the neighbourhood, that I should have been under the necessity of climbing up the tree, and resting among the branches.
“About sunset, however, as I was preparing to pass the night in this manner, and had turned my horse loose, that he might graze at liberty, a negro woman, returning from the labours of the field, stopped to observe me; and perceiving that I was weary and dejected, inquired into my situation. I briefly explained it to her, after which, with looks of great compassion, she took up my saddle and bridle, and told me to follow her. Having conducted me into her hut, she lighted a lamp, spread a mat on the floor, and told me I might remain there for the night. Finding that I was very hungry, she went out to pro
HOSPITALITY :-MUNGO PARK.
cure me something to eat; and returned in a short time with a very fine fish, which, having caused it to be half broiled upon some embers, she gave me for supper.
“The rites of hospitality being thus performed towards a stranger in distress, my worthy benefactress (pointing to the mat, and telling me I might sleep there without apprehension) called to the female part of her family, who had stood gazing on me all the while in fixed astonishment, to resume their task of spinning cotton; in which they continued to employ themselves great part of the night.
They lightened their labour by songs, one of which was composed extempore; for I was myself the subject of it. It was sung by one of the young women, the rest joining in a sort of chorus. The air was sweet and plaintive, and the words, literally translated, were these: "The winds roared, and the rains
man, faint and weary, came and sat under our tree. He has no mother to bring him milk; no wife to grind his corn. Chorus: Let us pity the white man: no mother has he to bring him milk; no wife to grind his corn.'
Trifling as these events may appear to the reader, they were to me affecting in the highest degree. I was oppressed by such unexpected kindness; and sleep fled from my eyes. In the morning I presented to my compassionate landlady two of the four brass buttons which remained on my waistcoat; the only recompense it was in my power to make her.”—Park's Travels.
PEACE ANI) WAR.
PEACE. LOVELY art thou, O Peace! and lovely are thy children, and lovely are the prints of thy footsteps in the green valleys.
Blue wreaths of smoke ascend through the trees, and betray the half hidden cottage: the eye contemplates well-thatched ricks, and barns bursting with plenty: the peasant laughs at the approach of winter.
White houses peep through the trees ; cattle stand cooling in the pool; the casement of the farm-house is covered with jessamine and honey.suckle; the stately green-house exhales the perfumes of summer climates.
Children climb the green mound of the rampart, and ivy holds together the half-demolished buttress.
The old men sit at their doors; the gossip leans over her counter; the children shout and frolic in the streets.
The housewife's stores of bleached linen, whiter than snow, are laid up with fragrant herbs; they are the pride of the matron, the toil of many a winter's night.
The wares of the merchant are spread abroad in the shops, or stored in the high-piled warehouses; the labour of cach profits all ; the inhabitant of the north