This ſtraunge vnwelcome and vnhappie newes, Of theſe vnnaturall Rebels and vniust, That threaten wracke vnto this wretched Land, Aye me affrights my womans mazed minde, Burdens my heart, and interrupts my ſleepe, […]

I am not Samson, nor Sir Guy, nor Colbrand, / To mow 'em down before me;

If one wants to see “jumbies” “duppies” ghosts, all that is necessary is to put in your eye the tears from the eyes of a pie-bald horse. It is no use explaining to a negro that what he has taken to be a “jumbie” or apparition, is a tree or rock or other natural object.

The doors of his temples were kept open in time of war, the time in which the ideas of contradiction and conflict are most naturally regnant.