*

Sidi Hamet was this wandering Arab's name;
Passing the desert now in search of gain,
He purchased Riley and four of his crew;"
And although done with mercenary view,
He proved an instrument to break their chains,
And take them from those direful desert plains.
Riley did then most fervently implore
This Arab to take them on to Mogadore,
A sea-port town on the Morocco coast;

But to get there, we find, much time was lost:
There Consul Willshire, man of noble mind,
He proved their friend, a friend to all mankind:
The ransom for Columbia's sons he paid,
And soon arrangements for their comfort made.
The interesting scene who can describe?
When they first their worthy friend espied;
Mere skeletons of men they now were found,t
At Mogadore, now seated on the ground:
Willshire was so affected with the scene,
Tears rolling down his manly cheeks were seen;
All language to describe it must prove faint,
And which my feeble muse can never paint.
Riley quite overcome, his state so changed,
For full three days his senses were deranged;
But when his reason was again restored,
His raptured soul his Saviour God adored;
That God who 'd snatched him from the jaws of
death,

When he of every hope was quite bereft.

*Six of Capt. Riley's men were still left slaves in the desert, two of whom, viz: Robbins and Porter, have since been ransomed at Mogadore, and have returned to this country.

+ Previous to Capt. Riley's being cast away he weighed 240 pounds, but when he arrived at Mogadore he weighed only 90 pounds.

He full two months at Mogadore remained,
Till he sufficient health and strength had gained;
He then for Tangiers city took his way,
And from thence to Gibraltar bay,

From which he quickly sailed, we understand,
And soon was wafted to his native land:
Columbia's sons now hail their long lost friend,
And on our happy shores his travels end.*
Restored now to his wife and children dear,
As one raised from the dead he did appear:
In transport lost, they were completely blest,
Imagination now must paint the rest.

On the union of Parties, in New-Brunswick, on the
Fourth of July, 1817.

Whilst Europe's nations often sing,
The birth-day of a prince or king,
We in more favoured situation,
Sing the birth-day of our nation.

On this auspicious day we view
A pleasing scene-a scene that 's new-
See diff'rent parties all unite;
This is, indeed, a pleasing sight.

Discord does now no longer rise
Her snaky crest to pain our eyes;
The demon now is fairly beat,
And forced to sound a quick retreat.

*Captain Riley is now settled with his family on St. Mary's river, in the state of Ohio; he has laid out a town, which he has named Willshire, after his friend and benefactor the English Consul at Mogadore, on the coast of Africa,

Let party names no more divide,
But may it be our only pride,
To be called friends of liberty,
And sons of free America.

Now as a band of brothers joined,
In peace and harmony combined,
Let's all unite in one great cause,
Support our liberty and laws.

Should all Columbia's sons come forth,
From east to west, from south to north,
And put all party names to rest,

Then would fair freedom's sons be blest

Firm as a rock we'd then abide,
And Europe's sons, in all their pride,
Would never dare to cross the sea,
To face the sons of liberty.

O may th' oppressed of ev'ry land,
Soon join our patriotic band,
And all united may we sing,
The praises of our heavenly King.

On reading Doctor Buchanan's account of the conversion of Sabat and Abdallah, to the Christian faith, and of the martyrdom of Abdallah; in his Sermon entitled, The Star in the East.

Behold an eastern star arise,

A heavenly light to bless our eyes:
Hindostan's sons, who long have lain
Bound fast in Satan's galling chain,