Though woman, fleeing from the cruel grip Of foul oppression, scarred and stained with blood, Where from the severed veins the driver’s whip Hath drank its flood. Though helpless childhood ask—O pitying Heaven!— The merest crumb which falls upon the floor, Tho’ faint and famished, bread must not be given, Bolt fast the door. And must it be, thou just and holy God! That in our midst thy peeled and stricken poor Shall kneel and plead amid their tears and blood, For evermore? Shall those whom thou hast sent baptised from heaven, To preach the Gospel the wide world around, To teach the erring they may be forgiven, Be seized and bound? Placed on the auction-block, with chattels sold, Driven like beasts of burden day by day, The flock be scattered from the shepherd’s fold, The spoiler’s prey? How long—thy people cry—O Lord, how long! Shall not thine arm “shake down the bolted fire!” Can deeds like these of God-defying wrongs, Escape His ire? Must judgments,—such as swept with fearful tread O’er Egypt when she made thy people slaves, Where thy hand strewed with their unburied dead The Red Sea waves? Must fire and hail from heaven upon us fall, Our first-born perish ’neath the Avenger’s brand, And sevenfold darkness, like a funeral pall O’erspread the land? We kneel before thy footstool, gracious God, Spare thou our nation, in thy mercy spare; We perish quickly ’neath thy lifted rod And arm made bare. [Signature: J. M. Eells.] WEST TROY, MARCH, 1851. JOHN MURRAY (OF GLASGOW). About a year ago, the newspapers announced the death of Mr. John Murray, for many years the secretary of the Glasgow Emancipation Society, and I would do violence to truth and humanity whose servant and soldier he was, should I neglect to pen a few recollections of that most earnest and efficient man.