"It is no uncommon thing, my good Sancho, for one half of the world to _use_ the other half like brutes, and then endeavor to _make_ them so. For my part, I never look Westward, when I am in a pensive mood, without thinking of the burdens our brothers and sisters are there carrying. If I could ease their shoulders from one ounce of them, I declare I would this hour set out upon a pilgrimage to Mecca for their sakes. It casts a sad shade upon the world, that so great a part of it are, and have so long been, bound in chains of darkness and chains of misery. I cannot but respect you and felicitate you, that by so much laudable diligence you have broken the chains of darkness, and that by falling into the hands of so good and merciful a family, you have been rescued by Providence from the chains of misery. "And so, good-hearted Sancho, adieu. Believe me, I will not forget your letter. "Yours, "LAURENCE STERNE." The last sickness of Ignatius Sancho was very painful, but he was tenderly cared for by his good wife. He was fifty-two years old when he died. After his death, a small volume was published, containing a number of his letters, some articles he had written for newspapers, and an engraved likeness of him, which looks very bright and good-natured. The book was published by subscription, in which a large number of the English nobility and some distinguished literary men joined. FOOTNOTE: [1] Epicureans were the followers of a philosopher in ancient Greece who taught that pleasure was the great object in life,--an excellent doctrine, if confined to the highest kind of pleasure, which consists in doing good. EXTRACT FROM THE TENTH PSALM. "The wicked in his pride doth persecute the poor. He hath said in his heart, God hath forgotten; He hideth his face; He will never see it. Thou _hast_ seen it; for thou beholdest mischief and spite, to requite it with thy hand. The poor committeth himself unto thee; thou art the helper of the fatherless. Lord, thou hast heard the desire of the humble. Thou wilt cause thine ear to hear; thou wilt prepare their heart to judge the fatherless and the oppressed, that the man of the earth may no more oppress." PREJUDICE REPROVED. BY LYDIA H. SIGOURNEY. God gave to Afric's sons A brow of sable dye; And spread the country of their birth Beneath a burning sky. With a cheek of olive He made The little Hindoo child; And darkly stained the forest tribes, That roam our Western wild. To me He gave a form Of fairer, whiter clay; But am I, therefore, in his sight, Respected more than they? No;--'tis the hue of _deeds_ and _thoughts_ He traces in his book; 'Tis the complexion of the _heart_ On which He deigns to look.