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Tom Cringle's Log.

1833.]

"Well recited, skipper," shouted Bang. "Given as the noble poet's verses should be given. I did not know the extent of your accomplishments; grown poetical ever since you saw Francesca Cangrejo, eh?" The darkness hid the gallant Captain's blushes, if blush he did.

"I say, Don Ricardo, who are those?"-half a dozen well clad negroes had approached the house by this time-"Ask them, Mr Bang; take your friend Mr Cringle for an interpreter."

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Well, I will. Tom, who are they?
Ask them-do."

gamated with the community. But here in his mountain retreat, sole master, his slaves in attendance on him, he was once more an Englishman, in externals, as he always was at heart, and Richie Cloche from the Lang Toon of Kirkaldy, shone forth in all his glory as the kindhearted landlord. His head household servant was an English, or rather a Jamaica negro; his equipment, so far as the dinner set out was concerned, was pure English; he would not even speak any thing but English himself.

I put the question, "Do you belong to the property?"

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The foremost, a handsome negro,
No, we don't, sir;
answered me,
at least, not till to-morrow."
"Not till to-morrow?"
"No, sir, Somos Caballeros hoy,"
("we are gentlemen to-day.")
"Gentlemen to-day; and, pray,
what shall you be to-morrow?"
"Esclavos otra ves," (" slaves again,
sir,"), rejoined the poor fellow, no-
daunted.
ways

"And you, my darling," said I to a nice well-dressed girl, who seemed to be the sister of the spokesman, "what are you to-day, may I ask ?" She laughed-" Esclavo, a slave to-day, but to-morrow I shall be free.'

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The entertainment was exceedingly good, the only thing that puzzled we uninitiated subjects, was a fricassee of Macaca worms, that is, the worm which breeds in the rotten trunk of the cotton-tree, a beautiful little insect, as big as a miller's thumb, with a white trunk and a black head-in one word, a gigantic caterpillar.

Bang fed thereon, but it was beyond my compass. However, all this while we were having a great deal of fun, when Señora Campana addressed her husband-" My dear, you are now in your English mood, so I suppose we must go." We had dined at six, and it might now be about eight. Don Ricardo, with all the complacency in the world, bowed, as much as to say, you are right, my dear, you may go, when his youngest niece addressed him.

"Very strange."

"Not at all, Señor; there are six of us in a family, and one of us is free each day, all to father there," pointing to an old greyheaded negro, who stood by, leaning on his staff-" he is free two days in the week; and as I am going to have a child," a cool admission,-"I want to buy another day for myself toobut Don Ricardo will tell you all about it."

The Don by this time chimed in, talking kindly to the poor creatures; but we had to retire, as dinner was now announced, to which we sat down.

Don Ricardo had been altogether Spanish in Santiago, because he lived there amongst Spaniards, and every thing was Spanish about him; so with the tact of his countrymen he had gradually been merging into the society in which he moved, and at length having married a very high caste Spanish lady, he became regularly amal

"Tio-my uncle," said she, in a low silver-toned voice," Juana and I have brought our guitars”

"Not another word to be said," -"the guitars by all quoth N means."

The girls in an instant, without any preparatory blushing, or other botheration, rose, slipped their heads and right arms through the black ribbons that supported their instruments, and stepped into the middle of the room.

"The Moorish Maid of Granada,'" said Señora Campana. They nodded.

"You shall take Fernando the sailor's part," said Señora Candalaria, the youngest sister, to Juana, "for your voice is deeper than mine, and I shall be Anna."

"Agreed," said Juana, with a lovely smile, and an arch twinkle of her eye towards me, and then launched

forth in full tide, accompanying her sweet and mellow voice on that too much neglected instrument, the guitar. It was a wild, irregular sort of ditty, with one or two startling arabesque bursts in it. As near as may be, the following conveys the meaning, but not the poetry.

THE MOORISH MAID OF GRANADA.

FERNANDO.

"The setting moon hangs over the hill; On the dark pure breast of the mountain lake,

Still trembles her greenish silver wake,

And the blue mist floats over the rill.

And the cold streaks of dawning appear,
Giving token that sunrise is near;
And the fast clearing east is flushing,
And the watery clouds are blushing;
And the day-star is sparkling on high,
Like the fire of my Anna's dark eye;
The ruby-red clouds in the east
Float like islands upon the sea,
When the winds are asleep on its breast;
Ah, would that such calm were for me!
And see the first streamer-like ray,
From the unrisen god of day,
Is piercing the ruby-red clouds,
Shooting up like golden shrouds .
And like silver gauze falls the shower,
Leaving diamonds on bank, bush, and
bower,
Amidst many unopened flower.

Why walks the dark maid of Granada?

ANNA.

"At evening when labour is done,
And cool'd in the sea is the sun;
And the dew sparkles clear on the rose,
And the flowers are beginning to close,
Which at nightfall again in the calm
Their incense to God breathe in balm ;
And the bat flickers up in the sky,
And the beetle hums moaningly by;
And to rest in the brake speeds the deer,
While the nightingale sings loud and clear.

“Scorched by the heat of the sun's fierce light, The sweetest flowers are bending most Upon their slender stems; More faint are they than if tempest tost, Till they drink of the sparkling gems That fall from the eye of night.

"Hark! from lattices guitars are tinkling, And though in heaven the stars are twinkling, No tell-tale moon looks over the moun

tain,

To peer at her pale cold face in the

ounta

And serenader's mellow voice, Wailing of war, or warbling of love, Of love, while the melting maid of his choice

Leans out from her bower above.

“All is soft and yielding towards night, When blending darkness shrouds all from the sight;

But chaste, chaste, is this cold, pure light,

Sang the Moorish maid of Granada."

After the song, we all applauded, and the ladies having made their congés, retired. The Captain and I looked towards Aaron Bang and Don Ricardo; they were tooth and nail at something which we could not understand. So we wisely held our tongues.

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Very strange all this," quoth Bang.

"Not at all," said Ricardo. "As I tell you, every slave here can have himself or herself appraised, at any time they may choose, with liberty to purchase their freedom day by day."

"But that would be compulsory manumission," quoth Bang.

"And if it be," said Ricardo, “what then? The scheme works well here -why should it not do so there-I mean with you, who have so many advantages over us?”

This is an unentertaining subject to most people, but having no bias myself, I have considered it but justice to insert in my log the following letter, which Bang, poor fellow, addressed to me, some years after the time I speak of.

"MY DEAR CRingle,

"Since I last saw you in London, it is nearly, but not quite, three years ago. I considered at the time we parted, that if I lived at the rate of L.3000 a year, I was not spending onehalf of my average income, and on the faith of this I did plead guilty to my house in Park Lane, and a carriage for my wife,-and, in short, I spent my L.3000 a-year. Where am I now? In the old shop at Mammee Gully-my two eldest daughters hastily ordered out, shipped, as it were, like two bales of goods to Jamaica -my eldest son obliged to exchange from the Light Dragoons, and to enter a foot regiment, receiving the

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difference, which but cleared him from his mess accounts. But the world says I was extravagant. Like Timon, however-No, damn Timon. I spent money when I thought I had it, and therein I did no more than the Duke of Bedford, or Lord Grosvenor, or many another worthy peer; and now I no longer have it, why, I cut my coat by my cloth, have made up my mind to perpetual banishment here, and I owe no man a farthing.

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"But all this is wandering from the subject. We are now asked in direct terms to free our slaves. will not even glance at the injustice of this demand, the horrible infraction of rights that it would lead to; all this I will leave untouched; but, my dear fellow, were men in your service or the army to do us justice, each in his small sphere in England, how much good might you not do us? Officers of rank are, of all others, the most influential witnesses we could adduce, if they, like you, have had opportunities of judging for themselves. But I am rambling from my object. You may remember our escapade into Cuba, a thousand years ago, when you were a lieutenant of the Firebrand. Well, you may remember Don Ricardo's doctrine regarding the gradual emancipation of the negroes, and how we saw his plan in full operation-at least I did, for you knew little of these matters. Well, last year I made a note of what then passed, and sent it to an eminent West India merchant in London, who had it published in the Courier, but it did not seem to please either one party or the other; a signal proof, one would have thought, that there was some good in it. At a later period, I requested the same gentleman to have it published in Blackwood, where it would at least have had a fair trial on its own merits, but it was refused insertion. My very worthy friend, * * * who acted for old Kit at that time as secretary of state for colonial affairs, did not like it, I presume; it trenched a little, it would seem, on the integrity of his great question; it approached to something like compulsory manumission, about which he does rave. Why will he not think on this subject like a Christian man? The country-I say so-will never sanction the retaining in bondage of

any slave, who is willing to pay his master his fair appraised value.

"Our friend *** injures us, and himself too, a leetle by his ultra notions. However, hear what I propose, and what, as I have told you formerly, was published in the Cou rier by no less a man than Lord

"Scheme for the gradual Abolition of Slavery.

"The following scheme of redemption for the slaves in our colonies is akin to a practice that prevails in some of the Spanish settlements.

"We have now bishops, (a most excellent measure,) and we may presume that the inferior clergy will be much more efficient than heretofore. It is therefore proposed,-That every slave, on attaining the age of twentyone years, should be, by act of Parliament, competent to apply to his parish clergyman, and signify his desire to be appraised. The clergyman's business would then be to select two respectable appraisers from amongst his parishioners, who should value the slave, calling in an umpire if they disagreed.

"As men even of good principles will often be more or less swayed by the peculiar interests of the body to which they belong, the rector should be instructed, if he saw any flagrant swerving from an honest appraisement, to notify the same to his bishop, who, by application to the governor, if need were, could thereby rectify it. When the slave was thus valued, the valuation should be registered by the rector, in a book to be kept for that purpose, an attested copy of which should be annually lodged amongst the archives of the colony.

"We shall assume a case, where a slave is valued for L.120, Jamaica currency. He soon, by working byhours, selling the produce of his provision grounds, &c., acquires L.20; and how easily and frequently this is done, every one knows, who is at all acquainted with West India affairs.

“He then shall have a right to pay to his owner this L.20 as the price of his Monday for ever, and his owner shall be bound to receive it. A similar sum would purchase him his freedom on Tuesday; and other four instalments, to use a West India

phrase, would buy him free altogether. You will notice, I consider that he is already free on the Sunday. Now, where is the insurmountable difficulty here? The planter may be put to inconvenience, certainly, great inconvenience, but he has compensation, and the slave has his freedom if he deserves it; and as his emancipation nine times out of ten would be a work of time, he would, as he approached absolute freedom, become more civilized, that is, more fit to be free; and as he became more civilized, new wants would spring up, so that when he was finally free, he would not be content to work a day or two in the week for subsistence merely. He would work the whole six to buy many little comforts, which, as a slave suddenly emancipated, he never would have thought of.

"As the slave becomes free, I I would have his owner's allowance of provisions and clothing decrease gradually.

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"It may be objected-" suppose slaves partly free, to be taken in execution, and sold for debt." I answer, let them be so. Why cannot three days of a man's labour be sold by the deputy-marshal as well as six? six? "Again-" suppose the gang is mortgaged, or liable to judgments against the owner of it." I still answer, let it be so-only, in this case let the slave pay his instalments into court, in place of paying them to his owners, and let him apply to his rector for information in such a case.

"By the register I would have kept, every one could at once see what property an owner had in his gang-that is, how many were actually slaves, and how many were in progress of becoming free. Thus well-disposed and industrious slaves would soon become freemen. the idle and worthless would still continue slaves, and why the devil shouldn't they?

But

"(Signed)

A. BThere does seem to be a rough, yet vigorous sound sense in all this. But I take leave of the subject, which I do not profess to understand, only I am willing to bear witness in favour of my old friends, so far as I can, conscientiously.

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We returned next day to Santiago, and had then to undergo the bitterness of parting. With me it was a slight affair, but the skipper!-However, I will not dwell on it. We reached the town towards evening. The women were ready to weep, saw. However, we all turned in, and next morning at breakfast we were moved, I will admit-some more, some less. Little Reefy, poor fellow, was crying like a child; indeed he was little more, being barely fifteen.

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"Señora Tomassa Candalaria de los Dolores Gonzales y Vallejo," blubbered out little Reefy.

"What a complicated piece of machinery she must be!" gravely rejoined Bang.

The meal was protracted to a very unusual length, but time and tide wait for no man. We rose. Aaron Bang advanced to make his bow to our kind hostess; he held out his hand, but she, to Aaron's great surprise apparently, pushed it on one side, and regularly closing with our friend, hugged him in right earnest. I have before mentioned, that she was a very small woman; so, as the devil would have it, the golden pin in her hair was thrust into Aaron's eye, which made him jump back, wherein he lost his balance, and away he went, dragging Madama Campana down on the top of him. However, none of us could laugh now; we parted, jumped into our boat, and proceeded straight to the anchorage, where three British merchantmen were by this time riding all ready for sea. We got on board. "Mr Yerk," said the Captain, " fire a gun, and hoist blue Peter at the fore. Loose the foretopsail." The masters came on board for their instructions; we passed but a melancholy evening of it, and next morning I took my last look of Santiago de Cuba.

THE CESARS.

CHAPTER III.

CALIGULA, CLAUDIUS, AND NERO.

THE three next Emperors, Caligula, Claudius, and Nero, were the last princes who had any connexion by blood with the Julian house. In Nero, the sixth Emperor, expired the last of the Cæsars, who was such in reality. These three were also the first in that long line of monsters, who, at different times, under the title of Cæsars, dishonoured humanity more memorably than was possible, except in the cases of those (if any such can be named) who have abused the same enormous powers in times of the same civility, and in defiance of the same general illumination. But for them it is a fact, that some crimes, which now stain the page of history, would have been accounted fabulous dreams of impure romancers, taxing their extra vagant imaginations to create combinations of wickedness more hideous than civilized men would tole

rate, and more unnatural than the human heart could conceive. Let us, by way of example, take a short chapter from the diabolic life of Caligula: In what way did he treat his nearest and tenderest female connexions? His mother had been tortured and murdered by another ty rant almost as fiendish as himself. She was happily removed from his cruelty. Disdaining, however, to ac knowledge any connexion with the blood of so obscure a man as Agrip. pa, he publicly gave out that his mother was indeed the daughter of Julia, but by an incestuous commerce with her father Augustus. His three sisters he debauched. One died, and her he canonized; the other two he prostituted to the basest of his own attendants. Of his wives, it would be hard to say whether they were first sought and won with more circumstances of injury and outrage,

And this was entirely by the female side. The family descent of the first six Cæsars is so intricate, that it is rarely understood accurately; so that it may be well to state it briefly. Augustus was grand-nephew to Julius Cæsar, being the son of his sister's daughter. He was also, by adoption, the son of Julius. He himself had one child only, viz. the infamous Julia, who was brought him by his second wife Scribonia; and through this Julia it was that the three princes, who succeeded to Tiberius, claimed relationship to Augustus. On that Emperor's last marriage with Livia, he adopted the two sons whom she had borne to her divorced husband. These two noblemen, who stood in no degree of consanguinity whatever to Augustus, were Tiberius and Drusus. Tiberius left no children; but Drusus, the younger of the two brothers, by his marriage with the younger Antonia (daughter of Mark Anthony), had the celebrated Germanicus, and Claudius, (afterwards Emperor). Germanicus, though adopted by his uncle Tiberius, and destined to the empire, died prematurely. But, like Banquo, though he wore no crown, he left descendants who did. For, by his marriage with Agrippina, a daughter of Julia's by Agrippa, (and therefore grand-daughter of Augustus), he had a large family, of whom one son became the Emperor Caligula; and one of the daughters, Agrippina the younger, by her marriage with a Roman nobleman, became the mother of the Emperor Nero. Hence it appears that Tiberius was uncle to Claudius, Claudius was uncle to Caligula, Caligula was uncle to Nero. But it is observable, that Nero and Caligula stood in an other degree of consanguinity to each other through their grandmothers, who were both daughters of Mark Anthony the Triumvir; for the elder Antonia married the grandfather of Nero; the younger Antonia (as we have stated above) married DruBus, the grandfather of Caligula; and again, by these two ladies, they were connected not only with each other, but also with the Julian house, for the two Antonias were daughters of Mark Anthony by Octavia, sister to Augustus.

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