in the Atlantic ocean between this Gulf-stream and the westerly current protruded by the tropical winds, and in this eddy are found the immense fields of floating vegetables, called Saragosa weeds, and Gulf-weeds, and some light woods, which circulate in these vast eddies, or are occasionally driven out of them by the winds.  Hydraulic and Nautical Observations by Governor Pownal, 1787.  Other currents are mentioned by the Governor in this ingenious work, as those in the Indian Sea, northward of the line, which are ascribed to the influence of the Monsoons.  It is probable, that in process of time the narrow tract of land on the west of the Gulf of Mexico may be worn away by this elevation of water dashing against it, by which this immense current would cease to exist, and a wonderful change take place in the Gulf of Mexico and West Indian islands, by the subsiding of the sea, which might probably lay all those islands int one, or join them to the continent.]

415 Cinctured with gold while ten fond brothers stand,
        And guard the beauty on her native land,

        Soft breathes the gale, the current gently moves,
        And bears to Norway’s coasts her infant-loves. 
        —­So the sad mother at the noon of night
420 From bloody Memphis stole her silent flight;
        Wrapp’d her dear babe beneath her folded vest,
        And clasp’d the treasure to her throbbing breast,
        With soothing whispers hushed its feeble cry,
        Pressed the soft kiss, and breathed the secret sigh.—­
425 —­With dauntless step she seeks the winding shore,
        Hears unappall’d the glimmering torrents roar;
        With Paper-flags a floating cradle weaves,
        And hides the smiling boy in Lotus-leaves;
        Gives her white bosom to his eager lips,
430 The salt tears mingling with the milk he sips;
        Waits on the reed-crown’d brink with pious guile,
        And trusts the scaly monsters of the Nile.—­

        —­Erewhile majestic from his lone abode,
        Embassador of Heaven, the Prophet trod;
435 Wrench’d the red Scourge from proud Oppression’s hands,
        And broke, curst Slavery! thy iron bands.

        Hark! heard ye not that piercing cry,
        Which shook the waves and rent the sky!—­

        E’en now, e’en now, on yonder Western shores
440 Weeps pale Despair, and writhing Anguish roars: 
        E’en now in Afric’s groves with hideous yell
        Fierce SLAVERY stalks, and slips the dogs of hell;
        From vale to vale the gathering cries rebound,
        And sable nations tremble at the sound!—­
445 —­YE BANDS OF SENATORS! whose suffrage sways
        Britannia’s realms, whom either Ind obeys;
        Who right the injured, and reward the brave,
        Stretch your strong arm, for ye have power to save! 
        Throned in the vaulted heart, his dread resort,