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very large part of the mortality in the United States results directly from the variable character of the climate, and it is probable that a greater difference exists The following notice of the state and prospects of the Libe-between the healthiness of the seacost in Liberia, and ria colonies is from a gentleman who has resided several years
at Bassa Cove.-ED.
DURING the last year two companies of emigrants have been located in Liberia, at the interior settlements, and have lost none from the effects of the climate. Experience concurs with many other obvious reasons to show that the climate of Liberia is absolutely a very healthy one, and safe for the natives of this country. The reports which have represented that coast as one of the most unfriendly and dangerous to the health of northern residents were founded on observations confined to the very limited part of the country in which alone they could have originated, namely, to the mouths of rivers and the immediate vicinity of the seacoast. In the colony, within two or three miles of the ocean, all the rivers and their branches are bordered by mangrove swamps, which occupy about one-half of that part of the country; and the noxious exhalations from these swamps are almost the only cause adverse to health in Liberia. The utmost extremes of heat and cold which were observed by the writer during a residence of four years in the colony, were 70° and 87°, so that there are at least 100° of temperature in this climate which are never felt in that. Emigrants to Liberia, having been once acclimated, there is very little change afterwards to be encountered; and this accounts for the fact that among those who have resided a few months, even in the swampy district, near the coast, as little medical advice is called for as in the most healthy parts of the state of New York. The town of Edina, at the mouth of the St. John's river, was settled nine years ago by thirty-three men, shortly after their arrival in Africa. It is so closely invested by swamps that all the dry land is already appropriated to town lots. The company built a stockade for the defense of the place, and endured all the hardships and privations incident to the founding of a new settlement, and none of them have died by any cause referable to the climate. One was killed in battle, another died of consumption, and thirty-one were alive and in health on my return from the colony last winter. Among the acclimated population there is no season of general sickness, and nothing farther is observable than a rather greater frequency of bilious attacks at the change from the dry to the rainy season. It is, however, important that those who are to reside in unhealthy situations on the coast should select the best season for their arrival, which is about the first of July. Fogs are very rarely seen in Liberia, and the atmosphere is as clear as in the United States. The winds and rains are much more regular, and in the wet season, as the rain generally accompanies the land breeze, which blows only at night, the weather is not more inconvenient to laborers than it often is for entire months in this climate. Excellent water is everywhere abundant, and, in short, all the general causes affecting the health of the people, are in the highest degree favorable. A
of the country only ten miles inland, than can any where be found here within the same limits. Although vegetation is astonishingly luxuriant and forms an object of novel interest to strangers from the temperate zone, yet the soil is generally a dry absorbent and gravelly loam, and resembles that of New England more than the alluvion of the Mississippi valley. Some of the most fatal diseases of the East and West Indies, such as liver and bowel complaints, are almost unknown in the colony, and fruit may be used, to a great extent, by the acclimated, with impunity. A healthier people than the natives probably does not exist. Although the slave trade and the constant wars occasioned by it destroyed millions of the people, and generally those of the most valuable class, and rendered life and property extremely insecure, yet the country has an immense population. In the territory of Grand Bassa, which is forty or fifty miles square, their number is supposed to be 120,000, or nearly as great as that of the Indians east of the Mississippi at the settlement of the United States. W. JOHNSON.
THE POET'S DEATH.*
""Tis not vain-they do not err Who say that when the poet dies Mute nature mourns her worshiper, And celebrates his obsequies."
UPON a stranger's couch
His feeble form reclined, And dimly shone that eye Where genius sat enshrined. Upon his lofty brow
The clammy death-drop hung, And by his side his harp
Lay shattered and unstrung. The world's unfeeling scorn
Had rested on his head; His wreath of young renown Lay withering and dead.
"Twas eve: he bowed in awe
At nature's altar-stone,
Now rest, thou child of song!
*The author of these lines was very young, and he himself met the very end which he here describes.-ED.
view a face that might have been a study for a painter. In it there beamed, through the shriveled features of age, and physical traces of suffering, such a sun-lit ex
"Come unto me all ye that are weary and heavy laden, and pression of spiritual triumph, that it forcibly reminded
I will give you rest."
me of the last poetical breathings of Cowper's muse"To Jesus, the crown of my hope,
My soul is in haste to be gone;
O waft me away to his throne!"
chastened look of devout resignation, that my feelings were deeply touched; and in comparing her situation with mine, and also her spiritual condition with my own, I felt rebuked and ashamed to call myself a Christian. The next who entered was also a female, aged, but not infirm. She hastened in with a quick, if not elastic step, and took a seat just in front of me, and after reverently bowing her head in prayer, she raised her eyes to the pulpit as if in wonder why the preacher was so late. But he was not out of time-she had "made haste" to be there. She looked inquiringly about for a few minutes to see who had assembled, then seemed to call in her wandering thoughts, and settle down into a grateful remembrance of the past, as though she were counting up the mercies she had, through a long life, received from the hands of her Lord and Master, and to be looking forward to that rest that was soon to be hers. She was coarsely clad, and evidently belonged to the class, in the language of the world, of the indigent; but she seemed to have the Scriptural richesshe seemed content with the humble lot assigned her. Again I felt rebuked, and resolved to be more faithful to Him who "had made me to differ." A third female now made her appearance clothed in the habiliments of deepest mourning. Her countenance was expressive of the anguish of an unsanctified bereavement. Perhaps the partner of many years had been taken away by a sudden stroke; or, it may be, an only child had died, after protracted suffering. The unregenerate heart rebels against the removal of earthly friends, under whatsoever circumstances they may be taken. Whilst my fancy was drawing pictures of the probabilities of her case, my eye was caught by the tremulous motion of her head; and I now observed that unless steadied by her hand it had a constant vibratory motion, as though her nerves had rebelled against some dispensation of Providence, and the Lord had "let them alone" to witness against her. A third time I felt rebuked, and thanked God from the depths of my heart that I had been spared such a token of his displeasure, though in days that are past, perhaps my spirit had been equally rebellious as hers.
Ir was Saturday evening, and I had returned home wearied, chagrined, and disappointed, from the conviction that I was reluctantly obliged to admit that I had been over-reached in a bargain of considerable importance; and where, too, I had felt doubly secure in hav-There came over her whole countenance such a sweet, ing placed implicit confidence in the honesty of the individual in question, and also in having trusted in the sufficiency of my own judgment to appreciate the true value of the purchase. Alas! I was doubly deceived, and found I had indeed paid too dear for my hobby. Now, the conviction of a bad bargain, without any cause for self-reproach in the matter, would in other days have made me eloquent in the abuse of mankind. Even now I felt some risings of reprobation in my mind, that my confidence should have been so abused; but this implication of self with the subject, acted as a complete sedative, outwardly, at least, and like casting oil upon the waters, it calmed the waves on the surface, if it could not still their swelling below. Not being able to abstract my mind from the subject, I sat silently revolving the purchase again and again, to catch all its relative aspects and bearings, until I had quite philosophized, if not christianized myself into resignation, and in a quiet frame I sought my pillow. But no sooner were my outward senses sealed in sleep, than the subject again presented itself, and with all the variations of kaleidoscopic combination, demanded a new hearing. Again I could not escape from the dreamy conviction that I had indeed been basely cheated. So that after a perturbed and feverish night, I awoke on Sabbath morning unrefreshed in body and unfitted in spirit for the enjoyment of the day. But I resolved not to indulge a half inclination I had to stay from church. So determined was I to go that I found myself there much earlier than usual. The preacher had not yet arrived, and the congregation were only beginning to collect; and coming in singly, as they mostly did, I had ample opportunity to observe and ponder upon each individual that entered. And, verily, it seemed to me to be the gathering together of the way-side hearers. The lame, the halt, the deaf, and the blind were there. Their afflictions were various, their want was the same, and a similar impulse had probably drawn them together a hope that the angel of the Lord might stir the Gospel pool for them, and that they might step in and be made spiritually if not physically whole. The first whose infirmities I particularly noticed was an aged female, who appeared to have lived beyond her three-score and ten years; for besides all the ordinary indications of age, she was lame, and came halting in with her crutch. After she had taken her seat, she appeared to be quite overcome with her exertions, and with the confined air of the church, and to gasp as it were for freer breath. She first wiped her face, then made use of her fan, and finally laid aside her bonnet, by which was exposed to
A hymn was now struck up, and another infirmity manifested itself. Sitting near the altar, I observed a man arching his hand at the back of his ear in the form of a trumpet, that he might catch the Gospel song; and I rejoiced in the reflection that there are no deaf ears, or blind eyes, or lame limbs in that heaven for which we should all strive.
The church now began to fill with the young, and
"O, for a closer walk with God,"
it touched, as it ever does, the right chord in my bosom, and awakened all that is good within me. I felt that I had wandered far from him, and that he was drawing me back by every fibre of my heart, and I yielded myself up to the sweet influences of the Spirit. The services now commenced. The first lesson for the morning was somewhere in Isaiah. It spoke of Christ giving sight to the blind, unstopping the deaf ear, and making the lame to walk, and must have been peculiarly acceptable to the class of sufferers, of which I have been speaking. We now had another of Cowper's touching hymns
"God moves in a mysterious way,"
after which the sermon commenced. But scarcely had the text been given out, before a messenger was seen hurrying into the church, and after exchanging a few words with one of the brethren, they both went out together an indication, I thought, of suffering at home, sudden sickness, perhaps, of some of his family. And although I had no personal knowledge of him or his, my sympathies were awakened for them, while there came up vividly before me former scenes of home suffering, and I felt fervently thankful that this summons was not for me. My feelings had been so wrought upon by all that I had seen and heard since I came into the church, that, although the sermon was but an ordinary one, rather doctrinal than practical, I had listened with a right spirit, and proved a profitable one to me, and I returned to my home refreshed in spirit, and strengthened in every good purpose of my soul; and although I still viewed my purchase in the same worldly light of a bad bargain, it had completely lost its power to disquiet me. When I entered the walls of the sanctuary, I had cast, as it were, my burden from me, and thus got rid of an oppressive load that no human hand could have removed from me. Let none absent themselves from the church, because they do not feel like going. It is the certain indication that they ought to be there. It is only safe to stay at home when our spirits are right, and some unavoidable hindrance is in the way of our going. How highly should we prize the privilege, if it were of rare occurrence! And shall we slight the goodness of God for the abundance of his mercies in permitting us to draw near to him more frequently? Let us, then, not neglect the assembling ourselves together on his holy day, if we would expect his blessing. CORNELIA AUGUSTA.
WE should have all our communications with men, as in the presence of God; and with God, as in the presence of men.
IF Time could ope his closed book,
And we could there the future read, Ah! who would dare within to look,
And learn the lot for him decreed?
The torch of hope no more would cheer
Would all our present thoughts employ,
But He who reads the wayward heart,
Lest our o'erburdened hearts should break.
And if he loose the dearest ties
That bind us to an earthly love,
Ah! who would then the curtain raise,
DEATH OF A SISTER THEY tell me that my sister dear,
Is sleeping with the dead; That in the grave so dark and drear They've made her narrow bed. And is it so and shall it be
That I no more can hear That tuneful voice, nor ever see
That face so loved and dear?
Are those bright eyes for ever closed,
Are they, too, pale and cold;
"Tis so, alas! and, far away,
The tidings reach my ear;
I could not watch her slow decay,
I could not stand, with friends, around
Her sick and dying bed,
Nor could I hear the farewell sound As hence her spirit fled.
Yet "all is well;" for God above,
Our Father and our Friend,
GOD IS LOVE.
O'ER the fair face of earth where'er we roam,
Where, if the slightest breeze at evening stir,
The gem that slumbers in the ocean cave,
Are vocal everywhere with notes of love,
And watch the fairy guardians of the night.
To sing of heaven, a Godhead's love and praise.
The mount, the vale, the winding stream, and flower
All things that are below, and all above,
BEHOLD! ye pilgrims of this earth, behold!
Behold the merry minstrels of the morn,
Outcast of nature, man! the wretched thrall Of bitter-drooping sweat, of sweltry pain, Of cares that eat away the heart with gall, And of the vices, an inhuman train, That all proceed from savage thirst of gain: For when hard-hearted Interest first began To poison earth, Astræa left the plain! Guile, violence, and murder seiz'd on man, And, for soft milky streams, with blood the rivers ran.
BY MRS. WILSON.
ONE year has fled with noiseless wing
Was wreath'd in beauty on the leaf-
Has gather'd stores of varied hue-
However lovely to the view,
But thou hast gather'd by the light—
While taste and science sweetly blend
Which shone o'er Moses on the Mount, And dash'd thy ev'ry page with dew Distill'd from drops of heavenly hue! Thou'st garner'd, too, in holy lay,
The tale that broke on Judea's night,
Entranc'd to Calvary's distant height,
Is twin'd thy "Gatherings" among,
Her youth and all youth's joyous dreams, Nay, life itself, on Rio's shore, To plant the cross her Savior bore: O, it is fitting that her name
Among thy "Gatherings" fadeless shine; That, hallow'd by undying fame,
She slumber 'neath a tropic clime; While every Christian heart should be Her grave, and not "the dark blue sea!" Thou'st garner'd here the gifts of men, Who've largely quaff'd Pieria's spring; And woman's pure and gifted pen
Has yielded many a "Gathering," While youth, as votive offerings, brought
The lamented Mrs. Kidder.
Their first sweet images of thought.
By many a noble "Gathering;"
Thou'st garner'd in one little year
All these, and many other themes, And mingled them with tasteful care,
To shed on us their blended beamsT'improve the heart-the mind t' expandAnd point us to yon heavenly land. Go on, then, with the blest employ
Of garnering up thy gems of worth!
For 'twill improve and gladden earth,
And live in beauty 'yond the grave—
THE INDIAN GIRL.
No objects but the streaming curl,
Are seen by that lone Indian girl.
Remains the bright eyed Indian girl.
Fit mirror is that lovely stream To show a form so fair and young,
True as a prophet's pictured dream. Though pleasure flutters round thee now, She'll soon her silken pinions furl, Beneath a weight of care will bow The young and thoughtless Indian girl. LOIS B. ADAMS.