Too much praise cannot be bestowed on Captain Smith, for thus standing forth in a noble cause, and in behalf of an injured character.
The last of the necessary forerunners and coadjutors of this class, whom I am to mention, was our much-admired poet, Cowper; and a great coadjutor he was, when we consider what value was put upon his sentiments, and the extraordinary circulation of his works.

There are few persons who have not been properly impressed by the following lines:-- My ear is pain'd, My soul is sick with every day's report, Of wrong and outrage with which earth is fill'd.
There is no flesh in man's obdurate heart, It does not feel for man.

The natural bond Of brotherhood is sever'd as the flax That falls asunder at the touch of fire.
He finds his fellow guilty of a skin Not colour'd like his own, and having power To inforce the wrong, for such a worthy cause Dooms and devotes him as his lawful prey.
Lands intersected by a narrow frith Abhor each other.

Mountains interpos'd, Make enemies of nations, who had else, Like kindred drops been mingled into one.
Thus man devotes his brother, and destroys; And, worse than all, and most to be deplored As human Nature's broadest, foulest blot,-- Chains him, and tasks him, and exacts his sweat With stripes, that Mercy with a bleeding heart Weeps, when she sees inflicted on a beast.
Then what is man?
And what man, seeing this, And having human feelings, does not blush And hang his head to think himself a man?
I would not have a slave to till my ground, To carry me, to fan me while I sleep, And tremble when I wake, for all the wealth That sinews bought and sold have ever earn'd.
No: dear as freedom is,--and in my heart's Just estimation prized above all price,-- I had much rather be myself the slave, And wear the bonds, than fasten them on him.
We have no slaves at home--then why abroad?
And they themselves once ferried o'er the wave That parts us, are emancipate and loos'd.
Slaves cannot breathe in England; if their lungs Receive our air, that moment they are free; They touch our country, and their shackles fall[A].
That's noble, and bespeaks a nation proud And jealous of the blessing.

Spread it, then, And let it circulate through every vein Of all your empire--that where Britain's power Is felt, mankind may feel her mercy too.
[Footnote A: Expressions used in the great trial, when Mr.Sharp obtained the verdict in favour of Somerset.].