in owning everything. A striking but coarse picture of the traffic and its evils is given in _The Sot-weed Factor_, a poem of the day. Lady Anne Clifford. Lady Anne Clifford. Land and living were cheap in this tobacco land, but labor was needed for the sudden crops; so negro slaves were bought, and warm invitations were sent back to England for all and every kind of labor. Convicts were welcomed, redemptioners were eagerly sought for; and the scrupulous laws which were made for their protection were blazoned in England. Many laborers were “crimped,” too, in England, and brought of course, willy-nilly, to Maryland. Landlords were even granted lands in proportion to their number of servants; a hundred acres per capita was the allowance. It can readily be seen that an ambitious or unscrupulous planter would gather in in some way as many heads as possible. Maryland under the Baltimores was the only colony that then admitted convicts—that is, admitted them openly and legally. She even greeted them warmly, eager for the labor of their hands, which was often skilled labor; welcomed them for their wits, albeit these had often been ill applied; welcomed them for their manners, often amply refined; welcomed them for their possibilities of rehabilitation of morals and behavior. The kidnapped servants did not fare badly. Many examples are known where they worked on until they had acquired ample means; still the literature of the day is full of complaints such as this in _The Sot-weed Factor_:— “Not then a slave; for twice two years My clothes were fashionably new. Nor were my shifts of linen blue. But Things are Changed. Now at the Hoe I daily work; and Barefoot go. In weeding Corn, or feeding Swine I spend my melancholy time.” Cheap ballads were sold in England warning English maidens against kidnapping. In the collection of Old Black Letter Ballads in the British Museum is one entitled _The Trappan’d Maiden or the Distressed Damsel_. Its date is believed to be 1670. “The Girl was cunningly trappan’d Sent to Virginny from England. Where she doth Hardship undergo; There is no cure, it must be so; But if she lives to cross the Main She vows she’ll ne’er go there again. Give ear unto a Maid That lately was betray’d And sent unto Virginny O. In brief I shall declare What I have suffered there When that I was weary, O. The cloathes that I brought in They are worn so thin In the Land of Virginny O. Which makes me for to say Alas! and well-a-day When that I was weary, O.”