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Wilberforce had passed from the scene of his earthly labours ; but there were others left to hail the long-wished-for day with joy and thankfulness. “I bless God for the event,” wrote Mr. Buxton. "May that same public voice, which has now been so happily exerted, and under the influence of that same gracious Lord who has wrought its present victory, never be hushed, while a taint of slavery remains !”

And now, before we take our final leave of this subject, let us go once more to the western coast of Africa, and see what changes have been wrought there in the course of half a century. We will not confine ourselves to one spot, as we did before, but we will pass from village to village, and take a glance at what is going on, here and there, as we journey along. And first, let us enter that neat-looking build. ing, which, we shall soon find, is a school-a school for native African children. As we stand beside them, and hear their well-repeated lessons, and their intelligent answers, we feel assured that a young African can learn as well as a young European, and be trained as easily as any of the white-faced little ones of bappy England; and thus we find, the idea of the negroes being a race so degraded as to be incapable of instruction, was, like many other

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wrong notions, the effect of ignorance and of prejudice.

And now we will pass on towards yonder church. Were it the sabbath-day, we might enter, and mingle with the congregation,-the black congregation assembled within its walls. Their attention and their devotion may shame many a Christian congregation in our own land; and so may their knowledge of Scripture too, and the deep interest which they show in the service, and in the sermon.

Yes, black men have souls ; and those souls can be brought under the influence of true religion, as easily as the souls of white men, when right means are used, and when those means are blessed by God who alone can change the hearts either of black or white.—But let us go further.

We will travel over a mountainous district of that sunny land, and arrived at another school, and we will enter there. Ah, as you look around upon the faces of the little black girls in that school, you will be interested to know, that those happy children have been rescued from the horrors and cruelties of slavery. They have been taken from slave ships, set free, and brought to this place for instruction, to be cared for, and to be brought up as Christian childreu. Yes; and this, you will be rejoiced to hear, has been accomplished

by Britons,-now no longer the cruel capturers, but the kind deliverers of poor black slaves. We

may fancy we see, not far from the African coast on which we are wandering in thought, some English vessels. Those vessels have been sent out, not to take slaves, but to rescue them from the grasp of others belonging to nations who still carry on that dreadful traffic. Negotiations have been formed too with some of the powerful African chiefs and kings who use their power to tyrannize over their fellowblacks; and there is hope, that, through British influence, this cruelty will in time be prevented, and that ere very long, slavery will be known in Africa no more.

But I have still another scene to show you. We will travel farther now, to a spot at some distance from Sierra Leone, and pay a visit to a missionary there who is labouring among his heathen brethren. Yes, for though a missionary and a clergyman, that Christian teacher is a black African too!

Once he was a captured slave. When a child, he was torn away, like many others, from his parents and his home, and carried away; and he expected perhaps, that his future life would have been spent in hopeless captivity. But God, in his good providence, ordered it otherwise. That boy was rescued ; he was brought under reli

1 gious instruction ; that instruction led to his

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becoming a Christian; and he has been educated for the ministry, ordained as a clergyman, and is now labouring successfully and happily among his fellow-countrymen. He is not the only instance of an African missionary and preacher ; and as years roll on, we may hope that many many more will join him in the work; and labour, as black clergymen, under the direction of our own English Bishop, established now in the new diocese of Sierra Leone.

Oh, how different all this is, from the scene we were contemplating of Western Africa, some sixty or seventy years ago! And how, you will ask, has this wonderful change been effected ? The exertions made for the abolition of the Slave Trade, the establishment of missionary societies, the efforts of the Christian ministers who have from time to time gone out, and laboured, and sickened, and died, one after another, in that unhealthy climate, --these have been the principal means enployed. And we may look farther back still, to that time when the poor oppressed negroes first attracted the notice of their early friends in our own country, as the beginning of this happy change. The men who commenced that work of love, are no longer here; and many a Christian slave made free, ----free in the highest and best sense of the word,--through

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their efforts and their prayers, has gone to join them in a happier land above. The grand cause of all these glorious results, we must remember, is the gospel; that alone it is which can really civilize the human heart, and change the ignorant negro, the wild heathen savage, into the gentle and the intelligent christian. Then, as we leave the African coast with its schools and its churches, its missionaries and its converts, its sad recollections of the past, and its bright hopes for the future, - let us thank God for the success He has given to the efforts made to obtain liberty for the poor slave ;-to gain for him not only freedom of body, but of mind and of spirit too, by teaching him to know that truth which has made him “ free indeed.”

And now, as we began this chapter with “the Negro's Complaint,” we will end it with some lines of a very different kind, but written by the same Christian poet,--one who, though he took no part in public affairs, was yet a deeply interested observer of this great work, and who loved in the retirement of his own study, to watch the progress, and to serve the cause of truth and freedom.

'Twas in the glad season of spring,

Asleep at the dawn of the day, I dream'd what I cannot but sing,

So pleasant it seeni'd as I lay.

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