THE ENGLISH PEASANT.* BY WILLIAM HOWITT. "THE condition of the West Indian slaves is much better and happier than that of the English peasantry."-COMMON ASSERTION. THE land for me! the land for me! Where every living soul is free! Where winter may come, where storms may rave, I should hate to dwell in a summer land, I saw a peasant sit at his door, When his weekly toil in the fields was o'er; 'Twas the golden hour of an April morn; No feeble joy was that peasant's lot, But their mother, with breakfast-call, anon The sire look'd on them,-he look'd to the skies ;- Lightly he rose, and lightly he trod To pour out his soul in the house of God. And is this the man, thou vaunting knave! Thou hast dared to compare with the weeping slave? He is not in thy lands of sin and pain,— Sear'd, scarr'd with the lash, cramp'd with the chain: He is not in the East, in his gorgeous halls, But Q thou slanderer false and vile! From the Aurora Borealis, And thy craven soul shall wildly quake For Freedom here is common guest, Then the land for me! the land for me! : Where winter may come, where storms may rave, APPEAL FOR THE INJURED AFRICAN.* O THOU, to whom the mournful sigh Of sorrow and despair ascends,— Who hear'st the ravens when they cry, The babe, when at thy feet he bends! More weak than is the raven's brood, Less pure than infants though we be, O Father, let them rise to thee! dumb With the brute outrages of years, The Angel of thy court has kept. more, Ah! stay his vials !-with our prayer No vengeance breathes ;-in judgment break The' oppressor's galling chains, but spare The' oppressor, for thy mercy's sake. Expectant of one holier birth? Or buy, with their accursed gold, The sinewy arm and servile knee? No not for this didst thou commend, With westering keel, and sails unfurl'd, Columbus o'er the waves, to rend The curtains of that younger world. And O, 'twas not for this that he Uprear'd thy hallow'd ensign there; The joyless herald of despair :- Man, guilty man must hold subdued, Beneath the tasks his children bore. Cry not the Isles themselves aloud, Since earth by tyranny was plough'd,- In that great day, when Afric's race Are from their house of bondage cast, O hide us in some peaceful place, Till all thy wrath be overpast! For dark, except thy mercy shine, O Father, let them rise to thee! From the Aurora Borealis. LONDON-Printed by James Nichols, 2, Warwick Square, Newgate Street. FOR FEBRUARY, 1833. BIOGRAPHY. MEMOIR OF THE REV. GEORGE SMITH, BY HIS SON, WILLIAM BRAMWELL SMITH. (Concluded from p. 13.) Two months before the Conference of 1801, my father was invited to York, to supply the place of the late Rev. Robert Johnson, who was disabled, by a fall from his horse, from discharging his ministerial duties. My father frequently preached in the Thursday market, to numerous congregations. He never suffered molestation or interruption; and these exertions were not without immediate fruit. Whilst travelling in this Circuit, he was married to my mother. On this subject he thus writes: "Before my removal I married a suitable companion, who lived at Acomb, a village very near the city. In this I had occasion, and still have, to bless the kind providence of God; as it served to settle my mind, and instead of proving a hinderance, has been a blessed means of helping me forward in the Lord's work.” After the Conference of 1803, my father removed to Appleby in Westmoreland. The Circuit town was Brough. It had hitherto been visited by the Preachers stationed at Barnard-Castle; and indeed, at this period, there were only fifteen members of society. The house to which my father took his bride was only rented at £3; and he himself had to collect money with which to furnish it. The following extract will show that my father's zeal in the cause of Christ was not declining : "On my arrival at Brough on the Saturday evening, I heard of a market-town called Kirkby-Stephen, about five miles distant, which was reported to me as a singularly wicked place. After preaching at Brough in the morning, being the Lord's day, I set off on foot for this place, intending, if it should please God, to preach there. Having dined at the inn, I asked leave of the landlord to stand on the horse-block before his door. He consented; and I presently stood up, giving out a hymn, in which a few friends from Brough, whom I had appointed to meet me, joined. I then prayed, and gave out my text, the people gathering around me. It was a solemn season, and many appeared to be affected by the word. Thus encouraged, I gave notice of preaching in the same place on the Sunday following, and for several successive Sabbaths. last, a neighbouring Squire, who was a Magistrate, having heard of my VOL. XII. Third Series. FEBRUARY, 1833. G |