No Abolition of Slavery

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Title: No Abolition of Slavery
Or the Universal Empire of Love, A poem
Author: James Boswell
Release Date: January 15, 2007 [EBook #20360]
Language: English
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NO?ABOLITION?OF?SLAVERY;
OR THE?UNIVERSAL EMPIRE OF LOVE:
A?P O E M.

_Facit indignatio versus._ HORAT.
_Omnia vincit amor._ OVID.

LONDON:?PRINTED FOR R. FAULDER, IN NEW BOND STREET.?MDCCXCI.
[Price One Shilling and Sixpence.]
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ERRATUM.
P. 13, l. 7, for mighty _read_ magick.
TO?THE RESPECTABLE BODY?OF?WEST-INDIA PLANTERS AND MERCHANTS,
THE FOLLOWING POEM?IS INSCRIBED BY
THE AUTHOUR.
NO ABOLITION OF SLAVERY: OR, THE UNIVERSAL EMPIRE OF LOVE.
ADDRESSED TO MISS ----.
----Most pleasing of thy sex,?Born to delight and never vex;?Whose kindness gently can controul?My wayward turbulence of soul.
Pry'thee, my dearest, dost thou read, 5 The Morning _Prints_, and ever heed?MINUTES, which tell how time's mispent,?In either House of Parliament?
See T----, with the front of Jove!?But not like Jove with thunder grac'd{1}, 10 In Westminster's superb alcove?Like the unhappy Theseus plac'd{2}.?Day after day indignant swells?His generous breast, while still he hears?_Impeachment's_ fierce relentless yells, 15 Which stir his bile and grate his ears.
And what a dull vain barren shew?ST. STEPHEN'S luckless Chapel fills;?Our notions of respect how low,?While fools bring in their idle Bills. 20
Noodles{3}, who rave for abolition?Of _th' African's improv'd condition_{4},?At your own cost fine projects try;?Dont _rob_--from _pure humanity_.
Go, W------, with narrow scull, 25 Go home, and preach away at Hull,?No longer to the Senate{5} cackle,?In strains which suit the Tabernacle;?I hate your little wittling sneer,?Your pert and self-sufficient leer, 30 Mischief to Trade sits on thy lip,?Insects will gnaw the noblest ship;?Go, W------, be gone, for shame,?Thou dwarf, with a big-sounding name.
Poor inefficient B----, we see 35 No _capability_ in thee,?Th' immortal spirit of thy Sire?Has borne away th' ?thereal fire,?And left thee but the earthy dregs,--?Let's never have thee on thy legs; 40 'Tis too provoking, sure, to feel,?A kick from such a puny heel.
Pedantick pupil of old Sherry,?Whose shrugs and jerks would make us merry,?If not by tedious languor wrung-- 45 Hold thy intolerable tongue.
Drawcansir DOLBEN would destroy?Both slavery and licentious joy;?Foe to all sorts of _planters_{6}, he?Will suffer neither _bond_ nor _free_. 50
Go we to the Committee room,?There gleams of light conflict with gloom,?While unread rheams in chaos lye,?Our water closets to supply.
What frenzies will a rabble seize 55 In lax luxurious days, like these;?THE PEOPLE'S MAJESTY, forsooth,?Must fix our rights, define our truth;?Weavers{7} become our Lords of Trade,?And every clown throw by his spade, 60 T' _instruct_ our ministers of state,?And _foreign commerce_ regulate:?Ev'n _bony_ Scotland with her dirk,?Nay, her starv'd presbyterian _kirk_{8},?With ignorant effrontery prays 65 Britain to dim the western rays,?Which while they on our island fall?Give warmth and splendour to us all.
See in a stall three feet by four,?Where door is window, window door, 70 Saloop a hump-back'd cobler drink;?"With _him_ the muse shall sit and think;"?_He_ shall in _sentimental_ strain,?That _negroes_ are _oppress'd_, complain.?What mutters the decrepit creature? 75 THE DIGNITY OF HUMAN NATURE{9}!
WINDHAM, I won't suppress a gibe.?Whilst THOU art with the whining tribe;?Thou who hast sail'd in a balloon,?And touch'd, intrepid, at the moon, 80 (Hence, as the Ladies say you wander,?By much too fickle a Philander:)?Shalt THOU, a Roman free and rough,?Descend to weak _blue stocking_ stuff,?And cherish feelings soft and kind, 85 Till you emasculate your mind.
Let COURTENAY sneer, and gibe, and hack,?We know Ham's sons are always black;?On sceptick themes he wildly raves,?Yet Africk's sons were always slaves; 90 I'd have the rogue beware of libel,?And spare a jest--when on the Bible.
BURKE, art THOU here too? thou, whose pen,?Can blast the fancied _rights of men_:?Pray, by what logick are those rights 95 Allow'd to _Blacks_--deny'd to _Whites_?
But Thou! bold Faction's chief _Antistes_,?Thou, more than Samson Agonistes!?Who, Rumour tells us, would pull down?Our charter'd rights, our church, our crown;?Of talents vast, but with a mind?Unaw'd, ungovern'd, unconfin'd; 100 Best humour'd man, worst politician,?Most dangerous, desp'rate state physician;?Thy manly character why stain 105 By canting, when 'tis all in vain??For thy tumultuous reign is o'er;?THE PEOPLE'S MAN thou art no more.
And Thou, in whom the magick name?Of WILLIAM PITT still gathers fame, 110 Who could at once exalted stand,?Spurning subordinate command;?Ev'n when a stripling sit with ease,?The mighty helm of state to seise;?Whom now (a thousand storms endur'd) 115 Years of experience have matur'd;?For whom, in glory's race untir'd,?Th' events