fhall reach and speak them into life. We may confider this voice as a fummons not only to dead bodies to rife, but to the fouls that once animated them, to appear and be re-united to them.

This fummons fhall fpread through every corner of the univerfe; and Heaven, Earth, and Hell, and all their inhabitants, fhall hear and obey. Now methinks I fee, I hear the earth heaving, charnel-houses rattling, tombs bursting, graves opening. Now the nations under ground begin to stir. There is a noife and a fhaking among the dry bones. The duft is all alive, and in motion, and the globe breaks and trembles, as with an earthquake, while this vaft army is working its way through, and bursting into life. The ruins of human bodies are scattered far and wide, and have paffed through many, and furprising transformations. A limb in one country, and another in another; here the head, and there the trunk; and the ocean rolling between.

And now, at the found of the trumpet, they fhall all be collected, wherever they were fcattered; ail properly forted and united, however they were confused; atom to its fellow atom, bone to its fellow bone. Now methinks you may fee the air darkened with fragments of bodies, flying from country to country, to meet and join their proper parts:

"Scatter'd limbs and all

The various bones obfequious to the call,
Self-moved, advance; the neck perhaps to meet
The diftant head, the diftant legs, the feet.
Dreadful to view, fee through the dusky sky
Fragments of bodies in confufion fly,

To diftant regions journeying, there to claim
Deserted members, and complete the frame.
The fever'd head and trunk fhall join once more,
Though realms now rife between, and oceans roar.
The trumpet's found each vagrant mote fhall hear,
Or fix'd in earth, or if afloat in air,

Obey the fignal, wafted in the wind,
And not one fleeping atom lag behind."

CHRIST TRIUMPHANT OVER THE APOSTATE

ANGELS.

O fpake the Son, and into terror chang'd

SH

His count'nance, too fevere to be beheld;
And full of wrath bent on his enemies.

At once the Four spread out their starry wings
With dreadful fhade contiguous, and the orbs
Of his fierce charriot roll'd, as with the found
Of torrent floods, or of a numerous hoft.
He on his impious foes right onward drove,
Gloomy as night; under his burning wheels
The ftedfaft empyrean fhook throughout,
All but the throne itself of God. Full foon
Among them he arriv'd, in his right hand
Grafping ten thoufand thunders, which he fent
Before him, fuch as in their fouls infix'd
Plagues; they, astonish'd, all resistance loft,
All courage; down their idle weapons dropt;
O'er fhields, and helms, and helmed heads, he rode,
Of thrones and mighty feraphim proftrate,
That with'd the mountains now might be again
Thrown on them as a fhelter from his ire.
Nor lefs on either fide tempeftuous fell
His arrows, from the fourfold-vifag'd Four
Diftinct with eyes, and from the living wheels.
Diftinct alike with multitude of eyes;
One fpirit in them rul'd, and every eye

Glar'd lightning, and shot forth pernicious fire
Among th' accurs'd, that wither'd all their ftrength,
And of their wonted vigour left them drain'd,
Exhaufted, fpiritlefs, afflicted, fall'n.

Yet half his ftrength he put not forth, but check'd
His thunder in mid volley; for he meant
Not to deftroy, but root them out of Heav'n.
The overthrown he rais'd, and as a herd
Of goats or tim'rous flock together throng'd,
Drove them before him thunderstruck, purfu'd

With terrors and with furies to the bounds
And crystal wall of Heav'n, which, opening wide
Roll'd inward, and a spacious gap disclos'd
Into the wasteful deep; the monstrous fight
Struck them with horror backward, but far worse
Urg'd them behind; headlong themselves they threw
Down from the verge of Heaven; eternal wrath
Burnt after them to the bottomless pit.

Hell heard th' unfufferable noife; Hell faw
Heav'n running from Heav'n, and would have fled
Affrighted; but strict Fate had caft too deep
Her dark foundations, and too fast had bound.
Nine days they fell; confounded Chaos roar'd,
And felt tenfold confufion in their fall:
Through his wild anarchy, fo huge a rout
Incumber'd him with ruin. Hell at laft
Yawning receiv'd them whole, and on them clos'd;
Hell, their fit habitation, fraught with fire
Unquenchable, the houfe of woe and pain.
Difburden'd Heav'n rejoic'd, and foon repair'd
Her mural breach, returning whence it roll'd.
Sole victor from th' expulfion of his foes,
Meffiah his triumphal chariot turn'd:
To meet him all his faints, who filent stood
Eye-witneffes of his almighty acts,

With jubilee advanc'd; and as they went,
Shaded with branching palm, each order bright,
Sung triumph, and him fung victorious King,
Son, Heir, and Lord, to him dominion given
Worthieft to reign. He, celebrated, rode
Triumphant through mid Heav'n into the courts
And temple of his mighty Father, thron'd
On high; who into glory him receiv'd,
Where now he fits at the right hand of blifs.

I 2

SLAVES IN BARBARY;

A DRAMA IN TWO ACTS.

PERSONS OF THE DRAMA,
Bafbar of Tunis.

Brothers, and Slaves in Tunis.

Brother to Ozro and Amandar, fent to redeem them
An American Captive.

A Purchafer of Slaves.

Sea Captains.

An Irifb Captive.

An African and Kidnap's Slave.

Officer, Auctioneer, Guards, Attendants, Purchafers of Slaves, &c.

ACT I.

SCENE I.

A Garden.

AMANDAR folus, confined with a chain.

'N vain the flowers fpread their gaudy colours, and

fill the air with fragrance.

cheering beam for me.

The fun has not a

All nature's fmiles are frowns

to him, who wears the chain of bondage. Fifteen long months have witneffed my misfortune: what lucklefs winds delay Francifco's paffage?

Enter ORAN with a cain.

Oran. Moping fugitive! quick to your task. [Beating him.] I have not placed you here to mutter to the herbs and flowers: they need the labour of your hands. Let them have it; or heavier blows fhall punish your neglect.

Aman. Then do your worst! I ask the fatal blow, to put a period to my miferies.

Oran. Your life is in my hands; but it fhall be prolonged; and with your life, I'll lengthen out your miferies.

Aman. Unfeeling tyrant! From you I only ask the murderer's office. Speech was defigned for friendly intercourfe; it ill becomes the tiger. In brutal filence, you may tear my flesh: add not the fting of words. Enter OZRO.

Oran. Hah! Ozro. A flave enlarged is no grateful fight to his old master. [Afide. Ozro. I come, my brother, to end your fufferings. Aman. Welcome! You know them to be more

than man can bear.

Oran. Vile intruder! are you fo foon intoxicated with your liberty? Quick, flee this place; or ftronger chains, than bound you here before, fhall fober you again.

Ozro. Talk not of chains; but rather learn to dread the hand, on which they have been bound. I come to execute the orders of your lord and mafter; not to be frighted with your threats. Amandar's

injuries have reached the ears of the Bafhaw; and I am fent

Oran. Tale-bearing renegade! Well, I fhall learn to husband my own property, and give up no more flaves for Hamet's counsellors. Attend your duty! [To Amandar, ftriking him.

Ozro. Repeat that blow and it fhall coft you dear. Oran. Caitiff! begone from hence; or even the Bashaw shall not defend you from my indignation. Quick, leave my fight!

Ozro. Not while you have it in your power to exercife your tyranny over my brother. But yesterday, you promised to fell Amandar for this fum: here it is, ready counted to your hands. I demand him of you.

Oran. One half this fum would have bought him yesterday. It is my prefent choice to facrifice my property for my revenge. I will double his task and thorten his allowance, till his pride is reduced, and he becomes more profitable by additional feverity. is my promise to-day: take it for your folace,

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