and though his ashes had been slumbering for years, the negro had not
yet forgotten how to weep at their urn. I could not but admire the
wonderful dealings of God, in order to bring men to himself. Happy
minister! who hast been the instrument of covering a multitude of sins!
Happy negro! his is not this world. Though no sculptured marble may tell
the traveller where he may shortly lie--though he never trod the thorny
road of ambition or power--though the trumpet of fame never blew the
echo of his name through a gaping world--still those eyes, which will
soon be closed in death, may hereafter awake, to behold, undaunted, a
world in flames, and these heavens fleeing away.




~Violent Earthquake in Calabria.~


In nature there is nothing which can inspire us with so much awe as
those violent outbreakings which occasionally convulse the earth,
creating fearful devastation, overthrowing cities, and destroying much
life and property. The following is a description of one which occurred
in Calabria and Sicily in the year 1783; and which, from its violence,
overthrew many cities, creating an universal consternation in the minds
of the inhabitants of the two kingdoms.

On Wednesday, the fifth of February, about one in the afternoon, the
earth was convulsed in that part of Calabria which is bounded by the
rivers of Gallico and Metramo, by the mountains Jeio, Sagra, and
Caulone, and the coast between these rivers and the Tuscan Sea. This
district is called the _Piana_, because the country extends itself from