On almost every subject Boswell agreed with his friend Samuel Johnson, but they never agreed on slavery. Johnson was one of the most vocal critics of slavery, calling for abolition, even violent slave rebellions if necessary. Boswell, who would normally go out of his way to concur with his hero, offered his “most solemn protest against his general doctrine with respect to the Slave Trade,” insisting that Johnson’s “unfavourable notion of it was owing to prejudice, and imperfect or false information.”
As efforts to abolish the slave trade circulated in the 1780s, Boswell warned his fellow Britons about the “wild and dangerous attempt which has for some time been persisted in to obtain an act of our Legislature, to abolish so very important and necessary a branch of commercial interest,” insisting that “To abolish a status, which in all ages God has sanctioned, and man has continued, would not only be robbery to an innumerable class of our fellow-subjects; but it would be extreme cruelty to the African Savages, a portion of whom it saves from massacre, or intolerable bondage in their own country, and introduces into a much happier state of life; especially now when their passage to the West-Indies and their treatment there is humanely regulated.”
Here Boswell makes similar arguments in poetic form, alternating bitter political satire with sentimental portraits of happy enslaved people overseen by loving plantation owners.
The text comes from the first edition of 1791. I’ve made only a very few corrections — the errata are integrated into the text and a very few obvious typographical errors have been silently corrected, along with a few misnumbered lines.
—— Most pleasing of thy sex, | thy sex = women |
Born to delight and never vex; | vex = bother |
Whose kindness gently can controul | |
My wayward turbulence of soul. | wayward = uncontrollable |
Pry’thee, my dearest, dost thou read, [5] | |
The Morning Prints, and ever heed | prints = newspapers |
Minutes, which tell how time’s mispent, | minutes = reports of parliamentary debates |
In either House of Parliament? | |
See T——, with the front of Jove! | front = appearance; Jove = Zeus |
But not like Jove with thunder grac’d, [10] | |
In Westminster’s superb alcove | Westminster, location of the Houses of Parliament |
Like the unhappy Theseus plac’d. | |
Day after day indignant swells | indignant = offended and angry |
His generous breast, while still he hears | |
Impeachment’s fierce relentless yells, [15] | |
Which stir his bile and grate his ears. | |
And what a dull vain barren shew | shew = show |
St. Stephen’s luckless Chapel fills; | |
Our notions of respect how low, | |
While fools bring in their idle Bills. [20] | |
Noodles, who rave for abolition | noodles = idiots |
Of th’ African’s improv’d condition, | |
At your own cost fine projects try; | projects = schemes |
Don’t rob — from pure humanity. | |
Go, W———, with narrow scull, [25] | W——— = Wilberforce, a famous abolitionist |
Go home, and preach away at Hull, | Hull, Wilberforce’s birthplace |
No longer to the Senate cackle, | |
In strains which suit the Tabernacle; | strains = impassioned tone |
I hate your little wittling sneer, | wittling = trying to be clever |
Your pert and self-sufficient leer, [30] | pert = cocky |
Mischief to Trade sits on thy lip, | |
Insects will gnaw the noblest ship; | |
Go, W———, be gone, for shame, | |
Thou dwarf, with a big-sounding name. | |
Poor inefficient B——, we see [35] | B—— = Brown |
No capability in thee, | |
Th’ immortal spirit of thy Sire | sire = father |
Has borne away th’ æthereal fire, | borne = carried; æthereal = unearthly |
And left thee but the earthy dregs, — | |
Let’s never have thee on thy legs; [40] | |
’Tis too provoking, sure, to feel, | |
A kick from such a puny heel. | |
Pedantick pupil of old Sherry, | |
Whose shrugs and jerks would make us merry, | |
If not by tedious languor wrung — [45] | |
Hold thy intolerable tongue. | |
Drawcansir Dolben would destroy | drawcansir = bully |
Both slavery and licentious joy; | |
Foe to all sorts of planters, he | planters = plantation owners |
Will suffer neither bond nor free. [50] | suffer = tolerate; bond = enslaved |
Go we to the Committee room, | |
There gleams of light conflict with gloom, | |
While unread rheams in chaos lye, | rheams = reams of paper |
Our water closets to supply. | water closets = toilets |
What frenzies will a rabble seize [55] | rabble = mob |
In lax luxurious days, like these; | |
The People’s Majesty, forsooth, | forsooth = truly |
Must fix our rights, define our truth; | |
Weavers become our Lords of Trade, | |
And every clown throw by his spade, [60] | clown = ignorant bumpkin; throw by = get rid of |
T’ instruct our ministers of state, | |
And foreign commerce regulate: | |
Ev’n bony Scotland with her dirk, | dirk = Scottish knife |
Nay, her starv’d presbyterian kirk, | kirk = [Scottish] church |
With ignorant effrontery prays [65] | effrontery = audacity, insolence |
Britain to dim the western rays, | |
Which while they on our island fall | |
Give warmth and splendour to us all. | |
See in a stall three feet by four, | |
Where door is window, window door, [70] | |
Saloop a hump-back’d cobler drink; | saloop = medicinal drink |
“With him the muse shall sit and think”; | muse, goddess who inspires poetry |
He shall in sentimental strain, | strain = tone |
That negroes are oppress’d, complain. | |
What mutters the decrepit creature? [75] | decrepit = old and feeble |
The Dignity of Human Nature! | |
Windham, I won’t suppress a gibe, | gibe = insult |
Whilst Thou art with the whining tribe; | |
Thou who hast sail’d in a balloon, | |
And touch’d, intrepid, at the moon, [80] | |
(Hence, as the Ladies say you wander, | |
By much too fickle a Philander:) | Philander = sexual partner |
Shalt Thou, a Roman free and rough, | |
Descend to weak blue stocking stuff, | blue stocking, related to intellectual women |
And cherish feelings soft and kind, [85] | |
Till you emasculate your mind. | |
Let Courtenay sneer, and gibe, and hack, | gibe = insult |
We know Ham’s sons are always black; | |
On sceptick themes he wildly raves, | sceptick = doubting settled wisdom |
Yet Africk’s sons were always slaves; [90] | |
I’d have the rogue beware of libel, | |
And spare a jest — when on the Bible. | spare = skip |
Burke, art Thou here too? thou, whose pen, | |
Can blast the fancied rights of men: | blast = attack; fancied = imaginary |
Pray, by what logick are those rights [95] | pray = please |
Allow’d to Blacks — deny’d to Whites? | |
But Thou! bold Faction’s chief Antistes, | |
Thou, more than Samson Agonistes! | |
Who, Rumour tells us, would pull down | |
Our charter’d rights, our church, our crown; [100] | charter’d = granted by formal decree |
Of talents vast, but with a mind | |
Unaw’d, ungovern’d, unconfin’d | |
Best humour’d man, worst politician, | best humour’d = in the best mood |
Most dangerous, desp’rate state physician; | |
Thy manly character why stain [105] | |
By canting, when ’tis all in vain? | canting = talking nonsense; vain = pointless |
For thy tumultuous reign is o’er; | |
The People’s Man thou art no more. | |
And Thou, in whom the magick name | |
Of William Pitt still gathers fame, [110] | William Pitt the Younger, prime minister |
Who could at once exalted stand, | |
Spurning subordinate command; | spurning = rejecting; subordinate = hierarchical |
Ev’n when a stripling sit with ease, | stripling = young man |
The mighty helm of state to seise; | helm of state to seise = to take control of the government |
Whom now (a thousand storms endur’d) [115] | |
Years of experience have matur’d; | |
For whom, in glory’s race untir’d, | |
Th’ events of nations have conspir’d; | |
For whom, e’er many suns revolv’d, | e’er = before |
Holland has crouch’d, and France dissolv’d; [120] | |
And Spain, in a Don Quixote fit, | |
Has bullied only to submit; | |
Why stoop to nonsense? why cajole | cajole = flatter |
Blockheads who vent their rigmarole? | rigmarole = nonsense |
And yet, where influence must rule, [125] | |
’Tis sometimes wise to play the fool; | |
Thus, like a witch, you raise a storm, | |
Whether the Parliament’s Reform, | |
A set of Irish Propositions, | |
Impeachment — on your own conditions, [130] | |
Or Richmond’s wild fortifications, | |
Enough to ruin twenty nations, | |
Or any thing you know can’t fail, | |
To be a tub to Party’s whale. | |
Then whilst they nibble, growl, and worry, [135] | |
All keen and busy, hurry-scurry; | hurry-scurry = chaotic |
Britannia’s ship you onward guide, | Britannia’s ship = the British government |
Wrapt in security and pride. | |
Accept fair praise; but while I live | |
Your Regency I can’t forgive; [140] | |
My Tory soul with anger swell’d, | Tory, one of two main political parties |
When I a parcel’d Crown beheld; | parcel’d crown = divided royal authority |
Prerogative put under hatches, | prerogative = the king’s powers; hatches = trapdoors |
A Monarchy of shreds and patches; | |
And lo! a Phantom! to create, [145] | |
A huge Hermaphrodite of State! | |
A monster, more alarming still | |
Than Fox’s raw-head India Bill! | |
Thurlow, forbear thy awful frown; | forbear = give up |
I beg you may not look me down [150] | |
My honest fervour do not scout, | scout = mock |
I too like thee can be devout, | |
And in a solemn invocation, | |
Of loyalty make protestation. | |
Courtiers, who chanc’d to guess aright, [155] | |
And bask now in the Royal sight, | |
Gold sticks and silver, and white wands, | |
Ensigns of favour in your hands, | |
Glitt’ring with stars, and envied seen | |
Adorn’d with ribbands blue, red, green! [160] | ribbands = ribbons |
I charge you of deceit keep clear, | charge = order |
And poison not the Sovereign’s ear: | |
O ne’er let Majesty suppose | |
The Prince’s friends must be His foes. | |
There is not one amongst you all [165] | |
Whose sword is readier at his call; | |
An ancient Baron of the land, | |
I by my King shall ever stand; | ever = always |
But when it pleases Heav’n to shroud | |
The Royal image in a cloud, [170] | |
That image in the Heir I see, | |
The Prince is then as King to me. | |
Let’s have, altho’ the skies should lour, | lour = look dark and threatening |
No interval of Regal pow’r. | interval = gap |
Where have I wander’d? do I dream? [175] | |
Sure slaves of power are not my theme; | |
But honest slaves, the sons of toil, | |
Who cultivate the Planter’s soil. | planter = plantation owner |
He who to thwart God’s system tries, | |
Bids mountains sink, and vallies rise; [180] | |
Slavery, subjection, what you will, | what you will = whatever you want |
Has ever been, and will be still: | |
Trust me, that in this world of woe | |
Mankind must different burthens know; | burthens = burdens, troubles |
Each bear his own, th’ Apostle spoke; [185] | |
And chiefly they who bear the yoke. | yoke = wooden frame on oxen’s necks |
From wise subordination’s plan | subordination = hierarchy |
Springs the chief happiness of man; | |
Yet from that source to numbers flow | |
Varieties of pain and woe; [190] | |
Look round this land of freedom, pray, | pray = please |
And all its lower ranks survey; | ranks = social classes |
Bid the hard-working labourer speak, | |
What are his scanty gains a week? | |
All huddled in a smoaky shed, [195] | |
How are his wife and children fed? | |
Are not the poor in constant fear | |
Of the relentless Overseer? | |
London! Metropolis of bliss! | |
Ev’n there sad sights we cannot miss; [200] | |
Beggars at every corner stand, | |
With doleful look and trembling hand; | doleful = gloomy |
Hear the shrill piteous cry of sweep, | piteous = sad, worthy of pity |
See wretches riddling an ash heap; | riddling an ash heap = picking through garbage |
The streets some for old iron scrape, [205] | |
And scarce the crush of wheels escape; | barely |
Some share with dogs the half-eat bones, | |
From dunghills pick’d with weary groans. | |
Dear Cumberland, whose various powers [210] | |
Preserve thy life from languid hours, | languid = idle |
Thou scholar, statesman, traveller, wit, | |
Who prose and verse alike canst hit; | |
Whose gay West-Indian on our stage, | West-Indian, a popular play by Cumberland |
Alone might check this stupid rage; [215] | check = restrict |
Fastidious yet — O! condescend | condescend = stoop to |
To range with an advent’rous friend: | range = wander |
Together let us beat the rounds, | |
St. Giles’s ample blackguard bounds: | blackguard = rogue |
Try what th’ accurs’d Short’s Garden yields, [220] | |
His bludgeon where the Flash-man wields; | |
Where female votaries of sin, | votaries = worshipers |
With fetid rags and breath of gin, | fetid = foul-smelling |
Like antique statues stand in rows, | |
Fine fragments sure, but ne’er a nose. [225] | |
Let us with calmness ascertain | ascertain = figure out |
The liberty of Lewkner’s Lane, | |
And Cockpit-Alley — Stewart’s Rents, | |
Where the fleec’d drunkard oft repents. | fleec’d = cheated out of money |
With Bentley’s critical acumen [230] | acumen = intelligence, insight |
Explore the haunts of evil’s Numen; | numen = deity |
And in the hundreds of Old Drury, | hundreds = districts |
Descant de legibus Naturæ. | descant = talk nonsensically |
Let’s prowl the courts of Newton-Street, | |
Where infamy and murder meet; [235] | infamy = disgraceful reputation |
Where Carpmeal must with caution tread, | |
Macmanus tremble for his head, | tremble for his head = fear execution |
Jealous look sharp with all his eyes, | |
And Townshend apprehend surprise; | apprehend = fear |
And having view’d the horrid maze, [240] | |
Let’s justify the Planter’s ways. | |
Lo then, in yonder fragrant isle | |
Where Nature ever seems to smile, | |
The cheerful gang! — the negroes see | |
Perform the task of industry: | |
Ev’n at their labour hear them sing, [245] | |
While time flies quick on downy wing; | downy = feathered |
Finish’d the bus’ness of the day, | |
No human beings are more gay: | gay = cheerful, carefree |
Of food, clothes, cleanly lodging sure, | |
Each has his property secure; [250] | |
Their wives and children are protected, | |
In sickness they are not neglected; | |
And when old age brings a release, | release = death |
Their grateful days they end in peace. | |
But should our Wrongheads have their will, [255] | |
Should Parliament approve their bill, | |
Pernicious as th’ effect would be, | pernicious = destructive |
T’ abolish negro slavery, | |
Such partial freedom would be vain, | |
Since Love’s strong empire must remain. [260] | |
Venus, Czarina of the skies, | czarina = queen |
Despotick by her killing eyes, | despotick = tyrannical |
Millions of slaves who don’t complain, | |
Confess her universal reign: | confess = acknowledge |
And Cupid too well-us’d to try [265] | |
His bow-string lash, and darts to ply, | darts = arrows |
Her little Driver still we find, | |
A wicked rogue, although he’s blind. | |
Bring me not maxims from the schools; | maxims from the schools = quotations from textbooks |
Experience now my conduct rules; [270] | |
O ———! trust thy lover true, | |
I must and will be slave to you. | |
Yet I must say — but pr’ythee smile, — | pr’ythee = please |
’Twas a hard trip to Paphos isle; | Paphos, mythical home of Venus (Aphrodite) |
By your keen roving glances caught, [275] | |
And to a beauteous tyrant brought; | |
My head with giddiness turn’d round, | |
With strongest fetters I was bound; | fetters = chains |
I fancy from my frame and face, | fancy = imagine |
You thought me of th’ Angola race: [280] | |
You kept me long indeed, my dear, | |
Between the decks of hope and fear; | |
But this and all the seasoning o’er, | |
My blessings I enjoy the more. | |
Contented with my situation, [285] | |
I want but little regulation; | want = require; regulation = enforced rules |
At intervals Chanson à boire | chanson à boire = drinking song |
And good old port in my Code noire; | Code noire, laws governing slaveholding |
Nor care I when I’ve once begun, | |
How long I labour, in the sun [290] | |
Of your bright eyes! — which beam with joy, | |
Warm, cheer, enchant, but don’t destroy. | |
My charming friend! it is full time | |
To close this argument in rhime; | |
The rhapsody must now be ended, [295] | |
My proposition I’ve defended; | |
For, Slavery there must ever be, | |
While we have Mistresses like thee! | |
THE END. |