Now JENKINS from the table rose, “_Who with the Parson toy’d?_” he cried. “So MISTRESS FRAILTY, you must play, “And sport, your wanton hours away. “And with your gold, a pretty joke, “You thought to buy a pleasant cloak; “A screen to hide your shame—but know “I will not _blind_ to ruin go.— “I am no _modern Spouse_, dy’e see, “_Gold_ will not _gild disgrace_, with me!” Some say he seiz’d his fearful bride, And came to blows! Day after day, the contest dire Augmented, with resistless ire! And many a drubbing DEBBY bought For mischief, she her PARROT taught! Thus, SLANDER turns against its maker; And if this little Story reaches A SPINSTER, who her PARROT teaches, Let her a better task pursue, And here, the certain VENGEANCE view Which surely will, in TIME, O’ERTAKE HER. _The NEGRO GIRL._ I. Dark was the dawn, and o’er the deep The boist’rous whirlwinds blew; The Sea-bird wheel’d its circling sweep, And all was drear to view— When on the beach that binds the western shore The love-lorn ZELMA stood, list’ning the tempest’s roar. II. Her eager Eyes beheld the main, While on her DRACO dear She madly call’d, but call’d in vain, No sound could DRACO hear, Save the shrill yelling of the fateful blast, While ev’ry Seaman’s heart, quick shudder’d as it past. III. White were the billows, wide display’d The clouds were black and low; The Bittern shriek’d, a gliding shade Seem’d o’er the waves to go! The livid flash illum’d the clam’rous main, While ZELMA pour’d, unmark’d, her melancholy strain. IV. “Be still!” she cried, “loud tempest cease! “O! spare the gallant souls: “The thunder rolls—the winds increase— “The Sea, like mountains, rolls! “While, from the deck, the storm worn victims leap, “And o’er their struggling limbs, the furious billows sweep. V. “O! barb’rous Pow’r! relentless Fate! “Does Heav’n’s high will decree “That some should sleep on beds of state,— “Some, in the roaring Sea? “Some, nurs’d in splendour, deal Oppression’s blow, “While worth and DRACO pine—in Slavery and woe! VI. “Yon Vessel oft has plough’d the main “With human traffic fraught; “Its cargo,—our dark Sons of pain— “For worldly treasure bought! “What had they done?—O Nature tell me why— “Is taunting scorn the lot, of thy dark progeny? VII.