SAMBOE; OR, THE AFRICAN BOY. BY THE AUTHOR OF "Twilight Hours Improved," &c. &c. And man, where Freedom's beams and fountains rise, Springs from the dust, and blossoms to the skies. Dead to the joys of light and life, the slave Clings to the clod; his root is in the grave. Bondage is winter, darkness, death, despair; Freedom the sun, the sea, the mountain, and the air! Montgomery. London: PRINTED FOR HARVEY AND DARTON, GRACECHURCH-STREET. 1823. TO WILLIAM WILBERFORCE, Esq. M. P. THIS SMALL VOLUME, DIFFIDENTLY AIMING TO SERVE THE CAUSE OF HUMANITY IS, BY HIS KIND PERMISSION TO GIVE IT THE SANCTION OF HIS NAME, HUMBLY DEDICATED; WITH EVERY SENTIMENT OF UNFEIGNED VENERATION AND RESPECT FOR HIS EXALTED PATRIOTIC AND PRIVATE VIRTUES, And grateful acknowledgment OF HIS CONDESCENSION, IN HONOURING WITH HIS ATTENTION THE HUMBLE EFFORTS OF THE AUTHOR. ADVERTISEMENT. It has been justly remarked, "that all who read may become enlightened;" for readers, insensibly imbibing the sentiments of others, and having their own latent sensibilities called forth, contract, progressively, virtuous inclinations and habits; and thereby become fitted to unite with their fellow-beings, in the removal or amelioration of any of the evils of life. With a full conviction of this, I have attempted, and now offer to my young readers, the present little work. To the rising generation, I am told, the great question of the slave-trade is little known; the abolition of it, by our legislature, having taken place either before many of them existed, or at too early a period of their lives to excite any interest. Present circumstances, however, in reference to the subject, ensure for it an intense interest, in every heart feeling the blessing of freedom and all the sweet charities of home; blessings which it is our care to dispose the youthful heart duly to appreciate, and hence to feel for those, deprived, by violence and crime, of these high privileges of man.