Perhaps, thought I, some of these ships are bound to Africa, in quest of that most infamous object of merchandise, a cargo of black slaves.

Inhuman traffic for a nation that bears the name of Christian! Perhaps these very waves, that are now dashing on the rocks at the foot of this hill, have, on the shores of Africa, borne witness to the horrors of forced separation between wives and husbands, parents and children, torn asunder by merciless men, whose hearts have been hardened against the common feeling of humanity by long custom in this cruel trade.

"Blessed are the merciful; for they shall obtain mercy." When shall the endeavours of _that_ truly Christian _friend_ of the oppressed Negro be crowned with success, in the abolition of this wicked and disgraceful traffic?
{103} As I pursued the meditations which this magnificent and varied scenery excited in my mind, I approached the edge of a tremendous perpendicular cliff, with which the down terminates.

I dismounted from my horse, and tied it to a bush.

The breaking of the waves against the foot of the cliff at so great a distance beneath me, produced an incessant and pleasing murmur.