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African Americans, Slavery and the Slave Trade
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This collection contains items related to the history of African Americans, slavery and the slave trade. Virginia materials in this collection include items from the 18th and early 19th-centuries.
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<p>Cheap Repository.</p>
<br /><p>The SORROWS of YAMBA ;<br /> Or, The Negro Woman's Lamentation.</p>
<br /><p>To the Tune of Hosier's Ghost</p>
<br /><p>"IN St. Lucie's distant Isle,<br />"Still with Afric's love I burn ;<br />"Parted many a thousand mile,<br />"Never, never to return.</p>
<p>"Come, kind death! and give me rest,<br />"Yamba has no friend but thee;<br />"Thou can'st ease my throbbing breast,<br />"Thou can'st set the Prisoner free.</p>
<p>"Down my cheeks the tears are dripping,<br />"Broken is my heart with grief;<br />"Mangled my poor flesh with whipping,<br />"Come kind death! and bring relief.</p>
<p>"Born on Afric's Golden Coast,<br />"Once I was as blest as you;<br />"Parents tender I could boast,<br />"Husband dear, and children too.</p>
<p>"Whity Man he came from far,<br />"Sailing o'er the briny flood,<br />"Who, with help of British Tar,<br />"Buys up human flesh and blood.</p>
<p>"With the Baby at my breast,<br />"(Other two were sleeping by)<br />"In my Hut I sat at rest,<br />"With no thought of danger nigh,</p>
<p>"From the bush at even tide<br />"Rush'd the fierce man-stealing Crew;<br />"Seiz'd the Children by my side,<br />"Seiz'd the wretched Yamba too.</p>
<p>"Then for love of filthy Gold,<br />"Strait they bore me to the sea;<br />"Cramm'd me down a Slave-ship's hold,<br />"Where were Hundreds stow'd like me.</p>
<p>"Naked on the platform lying,<br />"Now we cross the tumbling wave;<br />"Shrieking, sickening, fainting, dying,<br />"Deed of shame for Britons brave.</p>
<p>"At the savage Captain's beck,<br />"Now like Brutes they make us prance;<br />"Smack the Cat about the Deck,<br />"And in scorn they bid us dance.</p>
<p>"I in groaning pass'd the night,<br />"And did roll my aching head;<br />"At the break of morning light,<br />"My poor Child was cold and dead.</p>
<p>"Happy, happy, there she lies!<br />"Thou shalt feel the lash no more.<br />"Thus full many a Negro dies,<br />"Ere we reach the destin'd shore."</p>
<p>"Driven like Cattle to a fair,<br />"See they sell us young and old;<br />"Child from Mother too they tear,<br />"All for love of filthy Gold.</p>
<p>"I was sold to Massa hard,<br />"Some have Massas kind and good;<br />"And again my back was scarr'd,<br />"Bad and stinted was my food.</p>
<p>"Poor and wounded, faint and sick,<br />"All expos'd to burning sky,<br />"Massa bids me grass to pick,<br />"And I now am near to die.</p>
<p>What and if to death he send me,<br />"Savage murder tho' it be,<br />"British Laws shall ne'er befriend me;<br />"They protect not Slaves like me!"</p>
<p>Mourning thus my wretched state,<br />(Ne'er may I forget the day)<br />Once in dusk of evening late,<br />Far from home I dared to stray;</p>
<p>Dared, alas! with impious haste,<br />Tow'rds the roaring sea to fly;<br />Death itself I long'd to taste,<br />Long'd to cast me in and Die.</p>
<p>There I met upon the Strand<br />English Missionary Good,<br />He had Bible book in hand,<br />Which poor me no understood.</p>
<p>Then he led me to his Cot,<br />Sooth'd and pity'd all my woe;<br />Told me 'twas the Christian's lot<br />Much to suffer here below.</p>
<p>Told me then of God's dear Son,<br />(Strange and wond'rous is the story;)<br />What sad wrong to him was done,<br />Tho' he was the Lord of Glory.</p>
<p>Freely he his mercy proffer'd;<br />And to Sinners he was sent:<br />E'en to Massa pardon's offer'd:<br />O if Massa would repent!</p>
<p>Wicked deed full many a time<br />Sinful Yamba too hath done;<br />But she wails to God her crime;<br />But she trusts his only Son.</p>
<p>O ye slaves whom Massas beat,<br />Ye are stained with guilt within<br />As ye hope for mercy sweet,<br />So forgive your Massas' Sin.</p>
<p>And with grief when sinking low,<br />Mark the Road that Yamba trod;<br />Think how all her pain and woe<br />Brought the Captive home to God.</p>
<p>Now let Yamba too adore<br />Gracious Heaven's mysterious Plan;<br />Now I'll count thy mercies o'er,<br />Flowing thro' the guilt of man.</p>
<p>Now I'll bless my cruel capture,<br />(Hence I've known a Saviour's name)<br />'Till my Grief is turn'd to Rapture,<br />And I half forget the blame.</p>
<p>But tho' here a Convert rare<br />Thanks her God for Grace divine,<br />Let not man the glory share,<br />Sinner, still the guilt is thine.</p>
<p>Duly now baptiz'd am I<br />By good Missionary Man:<br />Lord my nature purify<br />As no outward water can!</p>
<p>All my former thoughts abhorr'd,<br />Teach me now to pray and praise;<br />Joy and glory in my Lord,<br />Trust and serve him all my days.</p>
<p>But tho' death this hour may find me,<br /><em>Still with Afric's love I burn,</em><br />(There I've left a spouse behind me)<br />Still to native land I turn.</p>
<p>And when Yamba sinks in death,<br />This my latest prayer shall be,<br />While I yield my parting breath,<br /><em>O that Afric might be free.</em></p>
<p>Cease, ye British Sons of murder!<br />Cease from forging Afric's Chain;<br />Mock your Saviour's name no further,<br />Cease your savage lust of gain.</p>
<p>Ye that boast<em> "Ye rule the waves,"</em><br />Bid no Slave Ship soil the sea,<br />Ye that <em>"never will be slaves,"</em><br />Bid poor Afric's land be free.</p>
<p>Where ye gave to war it's birth,<br />Where your traders fix'd their den,<br />There go publish <em>"Peace on Earth,"</em><br />Go proclaim <em>"good will to men."</em></p>
<p>Where ye once have carried slaughter,<br />Vice, and Slavery, and Sin;<br />Seiz'd on Husband, Wife, and Daughter,<br />Let the Gospel enter in.</p>
<p>Thus where Yamba's native home,<br />Humble Hut of Rushes stood,<br />Oh if there should chance to roam<br />Some dear Missionary good,</p>
<p>Thou in Afric's distant land,<br />Still shalt see the man I love;<br />Join him to the Christian band,<br />Guide his Soul to Realms above.</p>
<p>There no Fiend again shall sever<br />Those whom God hath join'd and blest:<br />There they dwell with Him for ever,<br />There <em>"the weary are at rest."</em></p>
<br /><p>Entered at Stationers Hall.]</p>
<p>Sold by J. MARSHALL,<br />(PRINTER to the CHEAP REPOSITORY for Religious and Moral Tracts) No. 17, Queen-Street, Cheap-side, and No. 4,<br />Aldermary Church-Yard, and R. WHITE, Piccadilly, LONDON.<br />By S. HAZARD,<br />PRINTER to the CHEAP REPOSITORY, at BATH; and by all Booksellers, Newsmen, and Hawkers in and Town Country.<br />Great Allowance will be made to Shopkeepers and Hawkers.<br />Price an Halfpenny, or 2s. 3d. per 100, 1s. 3d. for 50, 9 d. for 25.</p>
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The sorrows of Yamba : or, The Negro woman's lamentation
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Slave trade -- Africa
Slavery -- Poetry
Slavery -- St. Lucia -- Poetry
Women slaves -- St. Lucia -- Poetry
Description
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An antislavery poem sometimes attributed to Hannah Moore (1745-1833), who may have derived it from William Cowper's "The Negro's Complaint." This broadside is printed in three columns within an overall decorative border; the columns separated by decorative rules. Above the second column there is a woodcut of a white man (the English missionary in the poem) leading an African woman away from the shore. The woman's body is turned toward the water where she was intending to drown herself to escape enslavement. There is a fort with cannon and palm trees to the left of the pair suggesting a location in the West Indies (the St. Lucie [St. Lucia] of the poem). The poem describes Yamba's conversion and ends with a condemnation of "ye British Sons of Murder" who are engaged in the slave trade.
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Special Collections, John D. Rockefeller Jr. Library, Colonial Williamsburg Foundation
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1795
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This material is protected by copyright law (Title 17, U.S. Code). For reproduction queries: <a href="http://research.history.org/JDRLibrary/Visual_Resources/VisualResourcePermission.cfm">Rights and reproductions</a>
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eng
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MS 2009.5