No Abolition of Slavery;
or,
The Universal Empire of Love

By James Boswell

Edited and annotated by Jack Lynch

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.


No Abolition of Slavery;
or,
The Universal Empire of Love
Addressed to Miss ———

To the Respectable Body of West-India Planters and Merchants,
The Following Poem is Inscribed by the Authour.

—— Most pleasing of thy sex,° women
Born to delight and never vex;° bother
Whose kindness gently can controul
My wayward° turbulence of soul. uncontrollable

5 Pry’thee, my dearest, dost thou read,
The Morning Prints,° and ever heed newspapers
Minutes,° which tell how time’s mispent, parliamentary reports
In either House of Parliament?

See T——, with the front° of Jove!° appearance — Zeus
10     But not like Jove with thunder grac’d,
In Westminster’s° superb alcove (location of Parliament)
    Like the unhappy Theseus plac’d.
Day after day indignant° swells offended and angry
    His generous breast, while still he hears
15 Impeachment’s fierce relentless yells,
    Which stir his bile and grate his ears.

And what a dull vain barren shew° show
    St. Stephen’s luckless Chapel fills;
Our notions of respect how low,
20     While fools bring in their idle Bills.

Noodles,° who rave for abolition idiots
Of th’ African’s improv’d condition,
At your own cost fine projects° try; schemes
Don’t rob — from pure humanity.
25 Go, W———,° with narrow scull, Wilberforce, 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; impassioned tone
I hate your little wittling° sneer, trying to be clever
30 Your pert° and self-sufficient leer, 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.

35 Poor inefficient B——,° we see Brown
No capability in thee,
Th’ immortal spirit of thy Sire° father
Has borne° away th’ æthereal° fire, carried — unearthly
And left thee but the earthy dregs, —
40 Let’s never have thee on thy legs;
’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,
45 If not by tedious languor wrung —
Hold thy intolerable tongue.

Drawcansir° Dolben would destroy bully
Both slavery and licentious joy;
Foe to all sorts of planters,° he plantation owners
50 Will suffer° neither bond° nor free. tolerate — enslaved

Go we to the Committee room,
There gleams of light conflict with gloom,
While unread rheams° in chaos lye, reams of paper
Our water closets° to supply. toilets

55 What frenzies will a rabble° seize mob
In lax luxurious days, like these;
The People’s Majesty, forsooth,° truly
Must fix our rights, define our truth;
Weavers become our Lords of Trade,
60 And every clown° throw by° his spade, ignorant bumpkin — get rid of
T’ instruct our ministers of state,
And foreign commerce regulate:
Ev’n bony Scotland with her dirk,° Scottish knife
Nay, her starv’d presbyterian kirk [Scottish] church
65 With ignorant effrontery° prays 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,
70 Where door is window, window door,
Saloop° a hump-back’d cobler drink; medicinal drink
“With him the muse° shall sit and think”; muse, goddess who inspires poetry
He shall in sentimental strain,° tone
That negroes are oppress’d, complain.
75 What mutters the decrepit° creature? old and feeble
The Dignity of Human Nature!

Windham, I won’t suppress a gibe,° insult
Whilst Thou art with the whining tribe;
Thou who hast sail’d in a balloon,
80 And touch’d, intrepid, at the moon,
(Hence, as the Ladies say you wander,
By much too fickle a Philander:)° sexual partner
Shalt Thou, a Roman free and rough,
Descend to weak blue stocking° stuff, blue stocking, related to intellectual women
85 And cherish feelings soft and kind,
Till you emasculate your mind.

Let Courtenay sneer, and gibe,° and hack, insult
We know Ham’s sons are always black;
On sceptick° themes he wildly raves, doubting settled wisdom
90 Yet Africk’s sons were always slaves;
I’d have the rogue beware of libel,
And spare° a jest — when on the Bible. skip

Burke, art Thou here too? thou, whose pen,
Can blast° the fancied° rights of men: attack — imaginary
95 Pray,° by what logick are those rights 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
100 Our charter’d° rights, our church, our crown; formally granted
Of talents vast, but with a mind
Unaw’d, ungovern’d, unconfin’d
Best humour’d° man, worst politician, in the best mood
Most dangerous, desp’rate state physician;
105 Thy manly character why stain
By canting,° when ’tis all in vain?° talking nonsense — pointless
For thy tumultuous reign is o’er;
The People’s Man thou art no more.
And Thou, in whom the magick name
110 Of William Pitt° still gathers fame, (prime minister)
Who could at once exalted stand,
Spurning° subordinate° command; rejecting — hierarchical
Ev’n when a stripling° sit with ease, young man
The mighty helm of state to seise;° to take control of the government
115 Whom now (a thousand storms endur’d)
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, before
120 Holland has crouch’d, and France dissolv’d;
And Spain, in a Don Quixote fit,
Has bullied only to submit;
Why stoop to nonsense? why cajole° flatter
Blockheads who vent their rigmarole nonsense

125 And yet, where influence must rule,
’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,
130 Impeachment — on your own conditions,
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.
135 Then whilst they nibble, growl, and worry,
All keen and busy, hurry-scurry;° chaotic
Britannia’s ship° you onward guide, British government
Wrapt in security and pride.

Accept fair praise; but while I live
140 Your Regency I can’t forgive;
My Tory° soul with anger swell’d, (political party)
When I a parcel’d Crown° beheld; divided royal authority
Prerogative° put under hatches, king’s powers — trapdoors
A Monarchy of shreds and patches;
145 And lo! a Phantom! to create,
A huge Hermaphrodite of State!
A monster, more alarming still
Than Fox’s raw-head India Bill!

Thurlow, forbear° thy awful frown; give up
150 I beg you may not look me down
My honest fervour do not scout,° mock
I too like thee can be devout,
And in a solemn invocation,
Of loyalty make protestation.

155 Courtiers, who chanc’d to guess aright,
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
160 Adorn’d with ribbands° blue, red, green! ribbons
I charge° you of deceit keep clear, order
And poison not the Sovereign’s ear:
O ne’er let Majesty suppose
The Prince’s friends must be His foes.
165 There is not one amongst you all
Whose sword is readier at his call;
An ancient Baron of the land,
I by my King shall ever stand; always
But when it pleases Heav’n to shroud
170 The Royal image in a cloud,
That image in the Heir I see,
The Prince is then as King to me.
Let’s have, altho’ the skies should lour,° look dark and threatening
No interval° of Regal pow’r. gap

175 Where have I wander’d? do I dream?
Sure slaves of power are not my theme;
But honest slaves, the sons of toil,
Who cultivate the Planter’s° soil. plantation owner

He who to thwart God’s system tries,
180 Bids mountains sink, and vallies rise;
Slavery, subjection, 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; burdens, troubles
185 Each bear his own, th’ Apostle spoke;
And chiefly they who bear the yoke.° wooden frame on oxen’s necks

From wise subordination’s° plan hierarchy
Springs the chief happiness of man;
Yet from that source to numbers flow
190 Varieties of pain and woe;
Look round this land of freedom, pray,° please
And all its lower ranks° survey; social classes
Bid the hard-working labourer speak,
What are his scanty gains a week?
195 All huddled in a smoaky shed,
How are his wife and children fed?
Are not the poor in constant fear
Of the relentless Overseer?

London! Metropolis of bliss!
200 Ev’n there sad sights we cannot miss;
Beggars at every corner stand,
With doleful° look and trembling hand; gloomy
Hear the shrill piteous° cry of sweep, sad, worthy of pity
See wretches riddling an ash heap;° picking through trash
205 The streets some for old iron scrape,
And scarce° the crush of wheels escape; barely
Some share with dogs the half-eat bones,
From dunghills pick’d with weary groans.

210 Dear Cumberland, whose various powers
Preserve thy life from languid° hours, idle
Thou scholar, statesman, traveller, wit,
Who prose and verse alike canst hit;
Whose gay West-Indian° on our stage, play by Cumberland
215 Alone might check° this stupid rage; restrict
Fastidious yet — O! condescend° stoop to
To range° with an advent’rous friend: wander
Together let us beat the rounds,
St. Giles’s ample blackguard° bounds: rogue
220 Try what th’ accurs’d Short’s Garden yields,
His bludgeon where the Flash-man wields;
Where female votaries° of sin, worshipers
With fetid° rags and breath of gin, foul-smelling
Like antique statues stand in rows,
225 Fine fragments sure, but ne’er a nose.
Let us with calmness ascertain° figure out
The liberty of Lewkner’s Lane,
And Cockpit-AlleyStewart’s Rents,
Where the fleec’d° drunkard oft repents. cheated out of money
230 With Bentley’s critical acumen° intelligence, insight
Explore the haunts of evil’s Numen deity
And in the hundreds° of Old Drury, districts
Descant° de legibus Naturæ. talk nonsensically
Let’s prowl the courts of Newton-Street,
235 Where infamy° and murder meet; disgraceful reputation
Where Carpmeal must with caution tread,
Macmanus tremble for his head,° fear execution
Jealous look sharp with all his eyes,
And Townshend apprehend° surprise; fear
240 And having view’d the horrid maze,
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:
245 Ev’n at their labour hear them sing,
While time flies quick on downy wing; feathered
Finish’d the bus’ness of the day,
No human beings are more gay:° cheerful, carefree
Of food, clothes, cleanly lodging sure,
250 Each has his property secure;
Their wives and children are protected,
In sickness they are not neglected;
And when old age brings a release,° death
Their grateful days they end in peace.

255 But should our Wrongheads have their will,
Should Parliament approve their bill,
Pernicious° as th’ effect would be, destructive
T’ abolish negro slavery,
Such partial freedom would be vain,
260 Since Love’s strong empire must remain.

Venus, Czarina° of the skies, queen
Despotick° by her killing eyes, tyrannical
Millions of slaves who don’t complain,
Confess° her universal reign: acknowledge
265 And Cupid too well-us’d to try
His bow-string lash, and darts° to ply, arrows
Her little Driver still we find,
A wicked rogue, although he’s blind.

Bring me not maxims from the schools;° quotations from textbooks
270 Experience now my conduct rules;
O ———! trust thy lover true,
I must and will be slave to you.

Yet I must say — but pr’ythee° smile, — please
’Twas a hard trip to Paphos° isle; mythical home of Venus
275 By your keen roving glances caught,
And to a beauteous tyrant brought;
My head with giddiness turn’d round,
With strongest fetters° I was bound; chains
I fancy° from my frame and face, imagine
280 You thought me of th’ Angola race:
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.

285 Contented with my situation,
I want° but little regulation require — enforced rules
At intervals Chanson à boire° drinking song
And good old port in my Code noire laws governing slaveholding
Nor care I when I’ve once begun,
290 How long I labour, in the sun
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;
295 The rhapsody must now be ended,
My proposition I’ve defended;
For, Slavery there must ever be,
While we have Mistresses like thee!

THE END.


Notes

T——
For “Thurlow,” i.e., Edward Thurlow, 1st Baron Thurlow, Lord High Chancellor of Great Britain, a defender of the British slave trade.
thunder grac’d
Had he the command of thunder, there can be no doubt that he would long before now have cleared a troublesome quarter. [Boswell’s note.]
Theseus plac’d
Sedet eternumque sedebit / Infelix Theseus.Virg. [Boswell’s note.] “But cursed Theseus sits, and will sit forever,” from Virgil’s Aeneid.
St. Stephen’s luckless Chapel
St. Stephen’s Chapel is in the Palace of Westminster, used by members of Parliament.
Noodles, who rave for abolition
If the abettors of the Slave trade Bill should think they are too harshly treated in this Poem, let them consider how they should feel if their estates were threatened by an agrarian law; (no unplausible measure) and let them make allowances for the irritation which themselves have occasioned. [Boswell’s note.]
improv’d condition
That the Africans are in a state of savage wretchedness, appears from the most authentic accounts. Such being the fact, an abolition of the slave trade would in truth be precluding them from the first step towards progressive civilization, and consequently of happiness, which it is proved by the most respectable evidence they enjoy in a great degree in our West-India islands, though under well-regulated restraint. The clamour which is raised against this change of their situation, reminds us of the following passage in one of the late Mr. Hall’s “Fables for Grown Gentlemen.”

“’Tis thus the Highlander complains,
’Tis thus the Union they abuse,
For binding their backsides in chains,
And shackling their feet in shoes;
For giving them both food and fuel,
And comfortable cloaths,
Instead of cruel oatmeal gruel,
Instead of rags and heritable blows.” [Boswell’s note.]
No Capability in thee
Boswell puns on the nickname of the most famous landscape architect of the era, Lancelot “Capability” Brown.
Sherry
Actor and educator Thomas Sheridan, who focused on teaching public speaking.
Dolben
Sir William Dolben, 3rd Baronet was a prominent abolitionist. In 1788 he introduced a parliamentary bill, now known as Dolben’s Act or the Slave Trade Act, governing the conditions on slave ships.
Senate
The question now agitated in the British Parliament concerning slavery, is illustrated with great information, able argument, and perspicuous expression, in a work entitled, “Doubts on the Abolition of the Slave Trade, by an Old Member of Parliament”; printed for Stockdale, in Picadilly, 1790. It is ascribed to John Ranby, Esq.

That the evils of the Slave Trade should, like the evils incident to other departments of civil subordination, be humanely remedied as much as may be, every good man is convinced; and accordingly we find that great advances have been gradually made in that respect, as may be seen in various publications, particularly the evidence taken before the Privy-Council. It must be admitted, that in the course of the present imprudent and dangerous attempt to bring about a total abolition, one essential advantage has been obtained, namely, a better mode of carrying the slaves from Africa to the West-Indies; but surely this might have been had in a less violent manner. [Boswell’s note.]
planters
Diogenes being discovered in the street in fond intercourse with one of those pretty misses whom Sir William Dolben dislikes, steadily said, “Φυτενω Ανδρας — I plant men.” [Boswell’s note.]
Weavers
Manchester Petition. [Boswell’s note.] The Manchester Abolition Committee, which included many weavers since Manchester was a manufacturing town, introduced a series of petitions in 1788 trying to convince Parliament to abolish the slave trade.
kirk
Some of the Scottish Presbyteries petitioned. [Boswell’s note.] A number of Scottish Presbyterian churches petitioned the government to end the slave trade in the late 1780s.
Human Nature
Risum teneatis amici. Horat. [Boswell’s note.] “Could you keep from laughing, my friends? From The Art of Poetry by the Roman poet Horace.” “The Dignity of Human Nature” is the title of one of the Scottish philosopher David Hume’s writings; Boswell makes fun of the thought that lower-class people could discuss such lofty topics.
Windham
William Windham, English politician and abolitionist.
balloon
The Montgolfier Brothers made their first successful hot-air balloon flights in 1783. Windham was just one of many people excited by the prospect of human flight.
Courtenay
John Courtenay, Anglo-Irish politician and abolitionist.
Ham’s sons are always black
The Bible says Noah had three sons, Shem, Ham, and Japheth, and that Noah cursed Ham’s son Canaan for seeing him naked. Later interpreters saw Ham as the ancestor of the world’s Black people, and the curse of Ham as the explanation for their black skin. The story has often been used to justify slavery.
Burke
Edmund Burke was an Anglo-Irish politician and writer. His “Sketch of a Negro Code” was a plan for the gradual emancipation of enslaved Black people.
rights of men
Burke’s most famous work, Reflections on the Revolution in France (1790), was a conservative rejection of revolutionary ferment. It prompted Thomas Paine to write a pamphlet in reply, The Rights of Man. The resulting pamphlet war also produced Mary Wollstonecraft’s Vindication of the Rights of Woman.
invocation
When I forget Him, may God forget me! [Boswell’s note.]
Regal Pow’r
Mira cano, Sol occubuit, nox nulla sequuta. See Camden’s Remains. [Boswell’s note.] “The sun set, but no night followed.”
system
The state of slavery is acknowledged both in the Old Testament and the New. [Boswell’s note.]
Bentley
The great Dr. Bentley was Mr. Cumberland’s grandfather. [Boswell’s note.] Richard Cumberland was a successful playwright, and the grandson of Richard Bentley, the greatest classical scholar of the eighteenth century. For several years he served as secretary to the Board of Trade and Plantations. His most popular play was The West Indian, focusing on a kindly plantation owner visiting London.
Descant de legibus Naturæ
Mr. Cumberland is a descendant of Bishop Cumberland, who wrote De legibus Naturæ. [Boswell’s note.] Richard Cumberland was Bishop of Peterborough beginning in 1691. He was the author of a book of a kind of utilitarian philosophy, On Natural Law.
Carpmeal
Messieurs Carpmeal, Macmanus, Jealous, and Townshend, gentlemen of the Publick Office, in Bow-Street. [Boswell’s note.] Thomas Carpmeal (or Carpmael), Patrick Macmanus, Charles Jealous, and John Townsend were among the “Bow Street Runners,” law enforcement officers who were the first professional police force.
cheerful gang
Sir William Young has a series of pictures, in which the negroes in our plantations are justly and pleasingly exhibited in various scenes. [Boswell’s note.] Young held a series of governmental posts related to the West Indies, and owned slaves on his plantations.
Angola race
The Angola blacks are the most ferocious. The author does not boast, like Abyssinian Yakoob, &ldqou;of no ungracious figure”: nor does he, like another beau garçon, Mr. Gibbon, prefix his pleasing countenance to captivate the ladies. [Boswell’s note.] Boswell quotes James Bruce’s Travels to Discover the Source of the Nile, and mentions Edward Gibbon, the historian most famous for The Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire.