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ward there never would be heard complaints of the driving of the native inhabitants from one river to another, of usurping and seizing their cattle, and of appropriating their territory. He could not sufficiently impress upon the meeting the beneficial consequences of the visit of the persons, now before them, to Europe. They had given information as to the state of their country, and imparted a tone to the public feeling as to the wrongs of the native inhabitants in our colonies, that would never be obliterated."

In the autumn of 1836, it became evident that the health of Stoffles would not allow of his continuance in England, and he embarked for his native country, in company with the Rev. James Read, jun., on the 7th of November. The voyage was beneficial; but he suffered a relapse while at Cape Town, and died on the 18th of March, at Green Point, on his way to the Kat River: his end was peace. Tzatzoe is now on his way back. The Caffre nation has received, so far as the seizure of territory was concerned, all the justice and restitution that the British government could award; the country so unjustly taken from them has been restored, and the most friendly relations entered into with the rulers and people. Anxious to benefit his countrymen, Tzatzoe has taken back, not, as has been too often the case, arms and ammunition, but tools and implements of husbandry, the axe and the spade, the pruning-hook and the plough, with books, and all the apparatus for schools. He will be welcomed with the most cordial affection by the chiefs and people of his nation, who are in a state of most intense anxiety about his return; and he will be followed by the prayers and benedictions of all good men, who will feel a deeper interest than ever in all that tends to the civilization of Africa, and the accomplishment of the promise which declares, that "Ethiopia shall stretch forth her hands unto God."

"THIS IS NOT YOUR REST."

Is there not rest within our cottage dwelling?
Is there not rest beneath its trellised shade;
Where viewless birds with wild glad notes are swelling
The echoes by the murmuring river made,
That laves our garden-foot; still shedding round
A dewy freshness through the calm profound?

Is there not rest for one, whose best affection
Is deeply shared by him on whom bestowed;
Whose smile has still the power to chase dejection
From this our calm, our beautiful abode ?

In strife and turmoil lies the world around:
But here, oh! surely here, may rest be found.

How beautifully bright the sunbeam glancing

Casts rosy radiance through the apple-bloom;
O'er the cool ripple on the waters dancing,

Wakening each floweret to more rich perfume!
How soft the green of yonder velvet plain--
An Eden of repose from care and pain!

All is at rest-save one dear tone of gladness,
Which ever and anon breaks on mine ear,
One-wanting which, my home would be all sadness—
His blessed voice, which makes that home so dear!
All else is hushed, save the thanksgiving poured
By grateful hearts to their all-gracious Lord.

D

Yet even here a breath may blight the roses :
Dark hours may visit even this cloudless scene;
And all on which my glance in love reposes

May change, and pass as if it ne'er had been!
A still small voice, that may not be represt,
Whispers, "Oh! child of earth, not here thy rest."

"Here all thy best beloved may fade before thee; "Here sin and death may sully all thy bliss;

"Here bright hours fleet, which time may ne'er restore thee:

"Look up-there is a surer rest than this, "Only here live, on heavenly love relying, "And there thine earthly love shall live undying."

A. X. P.

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DRAWN FROM NATURE BY SIR GRENVILLE T TEMPLE, BART

BURER-ROOS, OR THE TOWER OF HEADS.

EISTER, SON, &C LON ON, & ARIS, 1837.

E. Benjamin

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