There had been but two lives lost. One white man was killed in the affray, and he was the slave-driver who shot down one of the slaves. Captain Enson and others who were wounded were kindly cared for by Captain Washington. They proved ungrateful, and tried to regain possession of the vessel and the slaves. The blacks were so exasperated by this attempt, that they wanted to kill all the whites on board. But Captain Washington called out to them: "We have got our liberty, and that is all we have been fighting for. Let no more blood be shed! I have promised to protect these men. They have shown that they are not worthy of it; but let us be magnanimous." Next morning the Creole arrived at Nassau, in the island of New Providence. Captain Washington and his companions sprang out upon free soil. There he and his beloved Susan are living under the protection of laws which make no distinctions on account of complexion. EXTRACT FROM THE VIRGINIA BILL OF RIGHTS. "The election of members to serve as representatives of the people in Assembly ought to be free; and all men having sufficient evidence of permanent common interest with, and attachment to, the community have the right of suffrage; and they cannot be taxed, or deprived of their property for public uses, without their own consent, or that of their representatives so elected; nor can they be bound by any law to which they have not assented, in like manner, for the public good." The Virginia Bill of Rights was unanimously adopted by the people, in June, 1776; and when they met, in January, 1830, to amend the constitution of the State, they voted that the Bill of Rights needed no amendment. PRAISE OF CREATION. BY GEORGE HORTON. Creation fires my tongue! Nature, thy anthems raise, And spread the universal song Of thy Creator's praise. When each revolving wheel Assumed its sphere sublime, Submissive Earth then heard the peal, And struck the march of time. The march in heaven begun, And splendor filled the skies, When Wisdom bade the morning sun With joy from chaos rise. The angels heard the tune Throughout creation ring; They seized their golden harps as soon, And touched on every string. When time and space were young, And music rolled along, The morning stars together sung, And heaven was drowned in song. FREDERICK DOUGLASS. BY L. MARIA CHILD.