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Address of the Bible Society, -1816.-Mason. People of the United States
Have you ever been invited to an enterprise of such grandeur and glory? Do you not value the Holy Scriptures? Value them as containing your sweetest hope;
your most thrilling joy? Can you submit to the thought 5 that you should be torpid in your endeavours to disperse them, while the rest of christendom is awake and alert?
Shall you hang back, in heartless indifference, when princes come down from their thrones, to bless the cot
tage of the poor with the gospel of peace; and imperial 10 sovereigns are gathering their fairest honors from spread
ing abroad the oracles of the Lord your God? Is it possible that you should not see, in this state of human things, a mighty motion of Divine Providence?
The most heavenly charity treads close upon the 15 march of conflict and blood! The world is at peace!
Scarce has the soldier time to unbind his helmet, and to wipe away the sweat from his brow, ere the voice of mercy succeeds to the clarion of battle, and calls the
nations from enmity to love! Crowned heads bow to the 20 head that is to wear “many crowns;” and, for the first
time since the promulgation of Christianity, appear to act in unison for the recognition of its gracious principles, as being fraught alike with happiness to man and
honor to God. 25 What has created so strange, so beneficent an alteration?
This is no doubt the doing of the Lord, and it is marvel lous in our eyes. But what instrument has he thought fit chiefly to use? That which contributes, in all latitudes
and climes, to make Christians feel their unity, to re30 buke the spirit of strife, and to open upon them the day
of brotherly concord—the Bible! the Bible!-through Bible Societies!
Come then, fellow citizens, fellow Christians, let us join in the sacred covenant. Let no heart be cold; no 35 hand be idle: no purse reluctant! Come, while room is
left for us in the ranks whose toil is goodness, and whose recompense is victory. Come cheerfully, eagerly, generally.
The Roman Soldier ;-Last days of Herculaneum.
There was a man,
Chained down. His was a nòble spirit, rough, 5 But génerous, and bráve, and kind.
He had a son, it was a rosy boy,
Had been his father's solace and his care. 10
The captive's lot 15 He felt in all its bitterness:- the walls
Of his deep dungeon answered many a sigh
His father's lingering hours, and brought a balm
He was a poisoned arrow in the breast 25 Where he had been a cure.
With earliest morn,
The iron door was closed, for them
Impending o’er the city. Well they héard
Grew hòt at length, and thick; but in his straw 35 The boy was sleeping: and the father hoped
The earthquake might pass by'; nor would he wake
The fettered soldier sunk—and with deep awe
To the great göds he brēathed a prāyer;—then strove
His body bùrned with feverish heat;-his chains 45 Clanked lòud although he moved not: deep in earth
Groaned unimaginable thùnders:---sounds,
In the blank midnight. (..) Deepest horror chilled 50 His blood that burned before;-cold clāmmy swĒats
Came o'er him:-( then anon a fiery thrill
As though he heard the battle trumpet sound, 55 And longed to cope with death.
He slept at last,
Soon the storm
Amazed upon their feet. The dungeon glowed 5 A moment as in sunshine,—and was dark:
Again a flood of white flame fills the cell;
Silence, 10 And blackest darkness.-With intensest awe
The soldier's frame was filled; and many a thought
Járring and lifting—and the massive walls
Glanced through his thoughts, what deep and cureless
wound Fate had already given.- Where, man of wo! 20 Where wretched father! is thy boy? Thou callest
His name in vain:-he cannot answer thee.
Loudly the father called upon his child:-
He searched their couch of straw:—with headlong haste 25 Trod round his stinted limits, and, low bent,
Groped darkling on the earth:-no child was there.
Seemed bursting from his ears, and from his eyes 30 Fire flashed,-he strained with arm extended far,
And fingers widely spread, greedy to touch
goes, And strains, and snatches, -and with dreadful cries 35 Calls on his boy. Mad frenzy fires him now:
He plants against the wall his feet;—his chain
And, like a desert lion in the snare
But see! the ground is opening :-a blue light
But by its lustre, on the earth outstretched,
And o'er his face serene a darken'd line
The father saw,
And with a look that never wandered, gazed
Silent and pale
The ground lifts like a sēa:-he knows it nốt:
The strong wālls grind and gāpe:—the vaulted roof 60 Takes shapes like bubble tossing in the wind:
See! he looks up and smiles;—for death to him
It will be given. Look! how the rolling ground, 65 At every swell, nearer and still more near
Moves towards the father's outstretched arm his boy:-
Ha! see! he has him now!—he clasps him round70 Kisses his face;-puts back the curling locks,
That shaded his fine brow:- looks in his eyes-
To lie when sleeping-and resigned awaits 75 Undreaded death.
And death came soon, and swift,
The huge pile sunk down at once Into the opening earth. (..) Walls—arches-roof80 And deep foundation stones-all.. mingling .. fell!
The Orphan Boy.--Mrs. Opie.
And hear a helpless orphan's tale:
"Tis want that makes my cheek so pale!
brave father's hope and joy:
And I am now an orphan boy!
When news of Nelson's victory came,
To see the lighted windows fame!