DEMERARA.
A Tale.
BY
HARRIET MARTINEAU.
‘Till now, ye have gone on and filled the time
With all licentious measure, making your wills
The scope of justice: till now, as many such
As slept within the shadow of your power,
Have wandered with their traversed arms, and breathed
Their sufferance vainly. Now the time is flush
When crouching marrow, in the bearer strong,
Cries of itself—NO MORE,’—Shakspeare.
THIRD EDITION.
LONDON:
CHARLES FOX, 67, PATERNOSTER-ROW
1833.