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something of a wilderness, and hardly afforded me employment, so that I had sufficient leisure to visit my native town and get married. I forgot that neither my wife nor myself were worth ten dollars. However, we don't forget such things long, that's one comfort. We returned to Genessee, with one dollar in my pocket, and none in that of my wife. For some time I did not make much money ; but then we had plenty of children, which, in a new country, are better than money. However, I managed to save a little every year, with the intention of buying a few hundred acres of land. But the land rose in price faster than I made money. So that by the time I had got together five hundred dollars, land was a dollar and a half an acre. This won't do for me, thought I;—but just then the people began to talk of Ohio, where land was selling at that time for two and six-pence an acre. Betsey,' said I, shall we go to Ohio ? To the end of the world, John,' replied she; and away we scampered the next day. Here I bought a good stout farm, cut down some trees for a place for my house, girdled others for a place for my wheat, and built a log house, twenty feet long at least. People soon flocked round, so that in a little time there was some occasion for law: so they made me a justice of the peace. Not long after, it was thought but proper to introduce a little religion : so I took to reading a sermon every Sunday, at the request of my neighbors
. By-and-by, it was thought prudent to embody a company of militia for protection against the Indians: so they made me a captain of militia. In a year or two, there was a town laid out and a court-house built. This introduced two new wants—that of a judge and a town treasurer-so they made me judge, and town treasurer. The establishment of a town, brought with it the want of a newspaper : so a newspaper was set up, and I volunteered as editor.
“ These honors were very gratifying to be sure, but all this time my family were increasing in size and number. I had six girls and five boys, some of them six feet high. I began to be uneasy about providing for all these. I had only sixteen hundred acres of land, and that was not enough for them all. The thought struck me I could sell it for enough to buy six or eight thousand in Missouri territory. •Betsey,' said I, • will you go to Missouri?' To the end of the world, John,' said the brave girl. So the next day but one we bied away to Missouri, where I bought a few thousand acres. We were almost alone at first; but in a year or two people came faster and faster, so that from a territory we became a state, and wanted members of congress. So they made me a member of congress. But the country is getting too thickly settled for me--and I think next year of moving up the river five or six hundred miles, to get out of the crowd. I am now on my way to the Federal City, where I mean to make speeches like a brave fellow. But see, we are just arrived, and I must look to my baggage.” He then shook me by the hand, and gave me a hearty invitation to come and see him next summer, when I should probably find him somewhere about the mouth of the Yellow Stone."--pp. 186–188.
Enough of this. Our heart sickens at the horrid detail, and we can go no further.
The rest of this instructive volume contains further circumstantial accounts of the unprincipled immorality, indecency, vulgarity, and irreligion of these immaculate republicans. But our readers are doubtless already satiated with the little we have given them, and, God knows, we are sincerely glad to bring this article to a close. Enough has been said, we think, to convince the most incredulous, that there is not on the face of the earth, or rather, to use the strong and apposite language of Mr. Faux, there is not, " within the precincts of the heathen pandemonium," a people so utterly and irremediably destitute of morals or religion or political security—so absolutely swallowed up in the gulf of irreparable misery-as the lost inhabitants of this terrestrial hell. We feel no pity for their sufferings. We look upon the hopeless horrors of their situation with the same holy complacency, with which (to use the language of one of their divines) the spirits of the blessed gaze upon the tortures of the damned—knowing that this they have deserved. They have voluntarily rejected the only means of political salvation, and they have none but themselves to blame for all the tremendous consequences of their guilt. They might have peaceably enjoyed the inestimable blessings of a heaven-anointed monarch, a wealthy order of nobility, a valiant standing army, a splendid church establishment, and a magnificent national debt; all supported and protected by those lasting monuments of British wisdom, elderships, tithes, and excises, poors' rates and corn-laws, bounties and prohibitory duties. These glorious institutions, the fruits of the accumulated wisdom of ages, they have sacrilegiously rejected; and impiously relying on the mean and treacherous faculty of reason, these daring blasphemers have had the matchless audacity to substitute in their stead the new-fangled theories of elective law-givers and annual assemblies--the visionary notions of unrestricted trade and proportionate taxation-and, what is worse than all, the atheistical absurdities of universal toleration, and self-supported churches.
It is utterly impossible that such a state of things can long continue without bringing down upon the heads of the offenders, the special vengeance of an exasperated Providence. Festinetur dies illa, shall be our constant prayer; for a proud and happy day to Europe will be the day when these insolent braggarts shall feel at last the intolerable burden of their pernicious liberties, and when, amid the shouts and the jubilees of the servants of the throne and the altar, the whole fraternity of patriots shall be crushed into annihilation, beneath the fragments of their prostrate idol, the execrable Dagon of Democraсу. .
[The Epaminondas of modern Greece. He fell in a night attack upon the Turkish Camp at Laspi, the site of the ancient Platæa. August 20, 1823, and expired in the moment of victory. His last words
“To die for liberty is a pleasure and not a pain.”]
At midnight, in his guarded tent,
The Turk was dreaming of the hour
Should tremble at his power;
In dreams his song of triumph heard ;
As Eden's garden bird.
At midnight, in the forest shades,
Bozzaris ranged his Suliote band,
Heroes in heart and hand.
On old Platæa's day ;
As quick, as far as they.
An hour passed on-the Turk awoke ;
That bright dream was his last ;
As lightnings from the mountain cloud ;
Bozzaris cheer his band ;
God-and your native land !”
They fought-like brave men, long and well,
They piled that ground with Moslem slain,
Bleeding at every vein.
And the red field was won ;
Like flowers at set of sun.
Come to the bridal chamber, Death!
Come to the mother's, when she feels
Come when the blessed seals
With banquet-song, and dance, and wine.
Of agony, are thine.
But to the hero, when his sword
Has won the battle for the free,
The thanks of millions yet to be.
Come in her crowning hour ; and then
Of sky and stars to prisoned men;
To the world-seeking Genoese,
Blew o'er the Haytian seas.
Bozzaris! with the storied brave
Greece nurtured in her glory's time,
Even in her own proud clime.
Nor bade the dark hearse wave its plume,
The heartless luxury of the tomb;
And she, the mother of thy boys,
The memory of her buried joys,
Talk of thy doom without a sigh;
MRS. BARBAULD. The admirers of Mrs. Barbauld will be glad to learn, that a collection is about to be made of her unpublished writings in England, and that arrangements will probably be made for reprinting them in this country. There can be no doubt, that their publication will be a highly acceptable present to the public. It is very certain, that when Mrs. Barbauld began to write verses, no other English poetess had written half so well; and