and he gave up the ghost, without a groan or a reproach. My mother and
sister were by him all the while, but not suffered to save him; so
rude and wild were the rabble, and so inhuman were the justices who
stood by to see the execution, who after paid dearly enough for
their insolence. They cut Caesar in quarters, and sent them to several
of the chief plantations: one quarter was sent to Colonel Martin,
who refused it, and swore he had rather see the quarters of
Banister, and the Governor himself, that those of Caesar, on his
plantations; and that he could govern his negroes without terrifying
and grieving them with frightful spectacles of a mangled king.
Thus died this great man, worthy of a better fate, and a more
sublime wit than mine to write his praise: yet, I hope, the reputation
of my pen is considerable enough to make his glorious name to
survive all the ages, with that of the brave, the beautiful, and the
constant Imoinda.
THE END
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