preachers would now get money to build ford, of New Bond-street, in this city, in other chapels."
"Since our last we have received accounts of the destruction of every one of those pandemoniums of insurrection and rebellion, the Baptist preaching shops, from Savanna-la-Mar to Brown's Town, in St. Ann's. They have been destroyed partly by the militia and partly by some of their own followers, who have had their eyes opened by recent events, which have taught them that the Baptist parsons were not the sovereigns of Jamaica. Several of the Wesleyan chapels have also been either totally or partially destroyed; a fit but trifling retribution for the loss these men have caused to the proprietors of those estates that have been burnt by the incendiaries, who were instigated to commit the crimes, for which so many of them have suffered, by these preachers. We can only say in the words of the reformer, John Knox To get rid of the rooks effectually, you must destroy their nests.' As to the rooks-the preachers would recommend the advice of our staunch friend, James M'Queen, to be observed towards them :-Tar and feather them wherever you meet them,' and drive them off the island, excepting always those who may merit a greater elevation more exalted distinction.'
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OBITUARY.-April 11. After a short and suffering illness, Mr. William Met
the twenty-ninth year of his age. In him, both religious and civil society have sustained no ordinary loss; while his immediate relations have, by this distressing event, experienced a bereavement so great and so affecting, that no other principle but that of an implicit acquiescence in the will of the "only wise" and sovereign Disposer of life can reconcile them to it. It would be impossible, in the compass of the brief space usually allotted to announcements of this nature, to do anything like justice to the character of the individual whose demise it records. The writer of this must therefore content himself with merely saying, that the lamented deceased possessed a fine, masculine understanding, improved by a liberal education, and by his own sedulous application; whence resulted literary attainments of no common grade. These he consecrated to the sacred cause of rational freedom. Imbued as his mind was with a love of all that was just, and liberal, and magnanimous; and abhorring as he did whatever savoured of injustice, bigotry, and oppression; he was ever the steady advocate of negro emancipation, and at all times the strenuous supporter of measures calculated to promote civil and religious liberty, from a conviction, that they were the inalienable birthright of every human being.-Bath and Cheltenham Gazette, April 17, 1832.
THE BATTLE-SHIP.
On the blue ocean's undulating breast,
In sympathetic motion with the wave,
Behold the mighty oaken fabric glide,
And man's triumphant genius declare!
High in ethereal blue the proud masts tower,
In upright dignity; while blacken'd yards
Extend the white and horizontal sail
To the soft current of the vagrant air.
In the profound of ocean's dark abyss,
Careers the latent hull, whose copper'd walls
Resist the pressure of surrounding tides,
Or join the conflict with the storm-rais'd deep,
Unmov'd by surges or the raging foam!
Above divided waters, which rush by
Her lengthy sides, behold the massive tier
Of half-hid guns; and in the floating mass
See thousands borne over the swelling wave,
A living human multitude, detach'd
From land, its modes, and friends. How grand
The power which thus the elements subdues!
Which makes the trackless ocean as a plain-
A carriage-road to every distant place,
The lawless winds to rapid steeds converts,
And thus robs space of its impediments!
Majestic is yon battle-ship! And yet,
Why through dividing waters speeds her way,
Why train'd the human thousands to her guns?
Perfection, thou art awful, thus design'd
To aid the cause of massacre and blood!
O ye who Britain's naval glory boast,
And laud her gallant race of naval sons,
Behold the battle-ship in all her pride
Glide forth where hostile fleets on ocean wait.
List, as the thrilling drum "to quarters" beats!
Behold the seamen for the fight prepare,
And wait in horrid silence for the word
Which raises fury and entombs each fear;
See the fierce courage gleam from fast-set eyes,
That glance along the dread and mighty tubes.
Intent upon the sure unerring, aim!
The awful word is heard, exploding guns
Project the iron and emit the flash,
And on the foe-ship's side the battering mass
Resounds. Her treble tiers the fire return!
The first-seen smoke, the flash, and deaf'ning roar
Announce the coming shot, which through the walls
Of rended oak now burst, and o'er the deck
The crashing splinters with the iron fly!
Then War, thy savage terrors are reveal'd!
The gush of blood, the hollow sound of groans
Wrung from the stubborn but o'er-tortur'd breast,
The lifeless trunk whose quiv'ring flesh displays
The horrid tearings of a ruthless shot-
The wounded messmate roughly borne below
Into the lamp-lit pit, where hundreds bleed,
And dread excruciation wrings the cry!
There on a table, red with human gore,
Resembling a butcher's ample block,
With knives, and saws, and tourniquets around,
Is stretched the mangled remnant of a man!
His once fair form defac'd, his limbs destroy'd,
His face contorted by the fiercest pain,
Or blacken'd with the cannon's sulph'ry smoke,
And in his heart each thought of joy extinct;
His wounds, his deluges of blood assuag'd
By agitation's hurried trembling hand,
Besought by multitudes that groan and die,
Or imprecate the fancied long delay!
While as the bursting broadsides rend the air,
Fresh mutilated masses are borne down,
To tell of carnage and horrific death!
Is this thy glory, intellectual man?
For this thy noble faculties conferr'd?
Are multitudes to agony impelled,
Because an idiot-few will disagree,
And, burning with the demon-lust of power,
Their thousands slaughter for a yard of ground?
What the hyena fierce, and rav'ning wolf,
That glut in savage joy their bloody fangs,
When plac'd in contrast with the tutor'd man
Whom science teaches brother man to slay?
The gentler feelings languish in the heart,
While war calls forth and lauds ferocity!
O meek Religion! how art thou appall'd,
When captains of the panting host invoke
The awful name of God, and tell their bands
He sends his blessing on the field of strife,
And sanctions slaughter, violence, and death,
Or with his Spirit deeds of blood sustains!
Far, far, away from scenes which evil dies
In horrid hues with smoking human gore,
The God of love removes! "Thou shalt not kill!"
He over Sinai's mountain thunder'd forth;
And to this day, pure and immutable,
Through the convulsions of a darkling world,
This truth, this solemn prohibition stands,
A condemnation of the demon, War!
He-express likeness of the Father's love-
Who modified the blaze of God to man,
In temper'd radiance and human form-
Denounc'd the horrid strife, and meekly taught
Forbearance was the test of Christian love,
When insult tempted to avenge a wrong!
O can a nation with a Christian king
Triumph o'er vict'ry bought with human blood,
And oft the sacrifice of human souls?
Forbid it Thou whose hand the tempest guides,
Or smites the rock within the human breast,
That Christian Britain e'er again display
The crimson'd hand and deadly blade of war!
Thy Gospel peace to all the world declares,
And Albion of its spirit brightly boasts!
Be that her sword, her amiable power!
From her, bid nations of the varied earth
The glowing precepts of thy Word imbibe !
Then, as thy power transforms the human soul,
Attemp'ring all its energies to love,
That blessed state, prophetically told
Before man dreamt that it should e'er arrive,
Shall rise to certain bright reality!
No more the instruments of death shall ring,
Nor human groans distract the trembling air,
Nor war control what reason should decide!
The spear and sword shall change their horrid form,
And prune the grape, or delve the yielding earth.
The righteous principles within the heart
Shall grow and fructify, and shed their seed
Where rock, or thorn, or weed had been before.
O let not sceptic reason urge the doubt,
And throw the cloud o'er truth-exciting hope;
For God hath so declared. But let the war
Be made on evils in the human breast!
When man sees lurking enemies within,
And asks the power of victory from God,
Then shall the conquest silently extend,
And goodness multiplying in its might
And spreading through the universal mind,
Inseminate the truth and love of God,
And bid the Gospel human peace preserve.
O ye in whom the pious impulse burns,
Unite your energies, increase your zeal,
And haste the period when wars shall cease,
And God with his blest creature, man, preside.
THE SAILOR'S ORPHAN BOY.
STAY, Lady,-stay, for pity's sake,
And hear a helpless orphan's tale?
Ah! sure my case must pity wake;
'Tis want that makes my cheek so pale.
Yet I was once a mother's pride,
And my brave father's hope and joy;
But in the Nile's proud fight he died,
And I am now an Orphan Boy.
Poor foolish child, how pleased was I,
When news of Nelson's victory came,
Along the crowded streets to fly,
And see the lighted windows flame.
To force me home my mother sought;
She could not bear to see my joy,
For with my father's life 'twas bought,
And made me a poor Orphan Boy.
The people's shouts were long and loud;
My mother shuddering closed her ears,
66 Rejoice, rejoice," still cried the crowd;
My mother answer'd with her tears.
"Oh why do tears steal down your cheek,"
Cried I," while others shout for joy?"
She kiss'd me, and with accents weak,
She called me her poor Orphan Boy.
"What is an Orphan Boy?" I said,
When suddenly she gasped for breath,
And her eyes closed ;-I shriek'd for aid,
But ah! her eyes were closed in death.
My hardships since I will not tell,
But now no more a parent's joy:
Ah! Lady, I have learnt too well,
What 'tis to be an Orphan Boy.
Oh! were I by your bounty fed;
Nay, gentle Lady, do not chide;
Trust me, I mean to earn my bread,
The Sailor's Orphan Boy has pride.
Lady, you weep,-What is't you say?
You pity me, bereft of joy?—
Your bounty I shall share to-day,
But still must be an Orphan Boy.
The conclusion of the Review of Jeremie's Essay, &c. is unavoidably postponed, on account of the sudden and serious illness of the Editor, who is at present confined to his bed. This circumstance must also form our apology for the non-appearance in the present number, of a short Memoir of the late John Scott, Esq. Treasurer of the Peace Society, and for any inaccuracies that may appear.
OCTOBER, NOVEMBER, AND DECEMBER,
AGENCY AND TRAVELLING FUND.
SEVERAL friends of the cause of Peace, have suggested to the Committee of the Society for the Promotion of Permanent and Universal Peace, the expediency of employing Agents to travel and to hold public Meetings in different parts of the Kingdom, as likely to make the Peace Society more known, and thereby promote the cause for which it was established, by which the Society may be enabled, through an increase of its Funds, to extend its own operations. The Committee have accordingly established a separate Fund for that purpose, of which they give this notice to the Friends of Peace, that those who are disposed may contribute to the said Fund.
N. B. From three individuals have already been received, 501.
Reasons why the Peace Society cannot unite with the Petitions against the War with Holland.
THE hostile steps which England has taken, in conjunction with France, to enforce the settlement of the dispute between Holland and Belgium, upon the basis settled by the five great powers of Europe,England, France, Russia, Austria, and Prussia, have excited dissatisfaction among several persons; and they have convened meetings in different parts of the kingdom to address the king, deprecating the measures of government which threaten to interrupt our pacific relations with Holland; and, as it has been also held out as a fit occasion for the Peace Society publicly to denounce its objection to war,
VOL. VIII. NEW SERIES.
by seconding these addresses in favour of peace; the committee of the Peace Society are called upon for an explanation of the grounds upon which that Society objects to war, in order to explain why it cannot unite in any partial denunciation against a specific war.
The Society condemns all war, whatever may be its object, as opposed to the letter and spirit of Christianity-its objection to war is, therefore, moral, not political, universal, not partial. If we descend into the merits or demerits of any specific war, the question is not whether war is lawful that is taken for granted; but whether the subject in dispute justifies having recourse to war for its settlement. This position cannot be better illustrated than by reference to the second resolution passed at the first
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