up the waves thereof. They mount up to the heaven, they go
down again to the depths: their soul is melted because of trouble. They
reel to and fro, and stagger like a drunken man, and are at their wits
end. Then they cry unto the Lord in their trouble, and he bringeth them
out of their distresses. He maketh the storm a calm, so that the waves
thereof are still. Then are they glad because they be quiet; so he
bringeth them unto their desired haven. Oh that men would praise the
Lord for his goodness, and for his wonderful works to the children of
men!" (Ps. cvii. 23-31.)

The Negro servant then occurred to my mind. 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. The sea-gulls were flying between the top of the cliff
where I stood and the rocks below, attending upon their nests, built in
the holes of the cliff. The whole scene in every direction was grand and
impressive; it was suitable to devotion. The Creator appeared in the
works of his creation, and called upon the creatures to honour and adore.
To the believer, this exercise is doubly delightful. He possesses a
right to the enjoyment of nature and providence, as well as to the
privileges of grace. His title-deed runs thus: "All things are yours;
whether Paul, or Apollos, or Cephas, or the world, or life, or death, or
things present, or things to come; all are yours