"Forced indeed!" ejaculated Carlo. "For till then I was gay and free as
the breeze which lightly fanned my native groves.--I had one day, Sir,
been with some of my youthful companions, laving my limbs in the
expanded ocean, when a party of European sailors came to the spot where
we were: they found us unarmed--an easy prey; and, seizing us in spite
of resistance, forced us on board their vessel, and brought us to this
island, where we were consigned to slavery! It is true, my chains for
years were formed with flowers. The late Governor became my master; and
when memory brought to mind the past, or painted the distraction of my
parents for my loss--if I madly reprobated the hand that tore me from
them, or sunk in despondence, wept, and sighed for liberty; he would
deign to soothe my sorrows; on hearing my tale, he did more: he promised
to restore me to my friends and country! But alas--grief for the loss
of her offspring, had closed the number of my mother's days; my father
sought his child, to redeem him--and perished in the search!
"My generous benefactor, on being informed of these events, declared he
would in future supply the place of the parents I had lost; I should be
the child of his adoption, and as such he would provide for me. I was
accordingly instructed in those sciences by which Europeans claim
superiority over ruder climes; and never had he cause to regret his
beneficence. At his death, he said, I should be free and affluent; nay,
would then have given me liberty, but that he feared to lose me. Ah! he
knew not, that the strongest chains which can be forged, are those of
gratitude and affection!
"His death happened too suddenly for him to fulfil his intentions in my
favour; and his sordid relations, who had long regarded me with jealous
envy, sold me with the rest of his slaves!
"Then indeed I first experienced the horrors of slavery: those who had
courted my acquaintance in the days of prosperity, when it was no longer
in my power to render them services, ceased to know me: my friendship
was no longer sought--I was disregarded--forgotten! Till then, hope had
cheered my days and shed her influence on my slumbers; she then deserted
me--and each succeeding day was marked with misery!
"Many, indeed, have been my afflictions: nor do I count the loss of an
humble, but faithful companion, who was rudely torn from my arms, the
least I have endured. After twenty years absence, I was once more
brought to St. Helena, and bought, my noble master, by you. But far
different was I from what I had been in the days of my youth: affliction
had gradually marked my brow with gloom, and deadened the milder virtues
of my heart! I was appointed by you, to attend on your nephew; who--but
he had never experienced woe; how then could he judge of that, he
wantonly inflicted on others!
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