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Here then is a support, which will never fail ; here is 40 a foundation which can never be moved the everlast
ing Creator of countless worlds, “the high and lofty One that inhabiteth eternity." What a sublime conception ! He inhabits eternity, occupies this inconceiva
ble duration, pervades and fills throughout this boundless 45 dwelling. Ages on ages before even the dust of which we
are formed was created, he had existed in infinite majesty, and ages on ages will roll away after we have all returned to the dust whence we were taken, and still
he will exist in infinite mnajesty, living in the eternity 50 of his own nature, reigning in the plenitude of his own
omnipotence, for ever sending forth the word, which forms, supports, and governs all things, commanding new created light to shine on new created worlds, and rais
ing up new created generations to inhabit them. 55 The contemplation of this glorious attribute of God,
is fitted to excite in our minds the most animating and consoling reflections. Standing, as we are, amid the ruins of time, and the wrecks of mortality, where every
thing about us is created and dependent, proceeding 60 from nothing, and hastening to destruction, we rejoice
that something is presented to our view which has stood from everlasting, and will remain forever. When we have looked on the pleasures of life, and they have van
ished away; when we have looked on the works of na65 ture, and perceived that they were changing; on the
monuments of art, and seen that they would not stand ; on our friends, and they have fled while we were gazing; on ourselves, and felt that we were as fleeting as
they; when we have looked on every object to which 70 we could turn our anxious eyes, and they have all told
us that they could give us no hope nor support, because they were so feeble themselves ; we can look to the throne of God : change and decay have never reached
that; the revolution of ages has never moved it; the 75 waves of an eternity have been rushing past it, but it
has remained unshaken; the waves of another eternity are rushing toward it, but it is fixed, and can never be disturbed.
at this dat Just of nis
Take, holy earth! all that my soul holds dear;
Take that best gift, which heav'n so lately gave; To Bristol's fount I bore, with trembling care,
Her faded form ;--She bow'd to taste the wave,
Does sympathetic fear their breast alarm ?
Ev'n from the grave thou shalt have pow'r to charm.
Bid them be chaste, be innocent, like thee ;
As firm in friendship, and as fond in love,
('Twas even to thee) yet, the dread path once trod, 15 Heaven lifts its everlasting portals high,
And bids the “pure in heart behold their God.”
O! lives there heaven ! beneath thy dread expanse,
The lukewarm passions of a lowly mind ;
In joyless union wedded to the dust,
There live, alas ! of heaven directed mien,
Who hail thee, man! the pilgrim of a day,
Dust in the wind, or dew upon the flower !
Whose mortal life, and momentary fire,
And, when the gun's tremendous flash is o'er, 20 To night and silence sink for evermore !
Are these the pompous tidings ye proclaim,
Children of Truth, and champions of her cause ! 25 For this hath Science search'd, on weary wing,
By shore and sea--each mute and living thing ?
Or round the cope her living chariot driven, 30 And wheeled in triumph through the signs of heaven?
Oh! star-eyed Science, hast thou wandered there,
Of blasted leaf, and death-distilling fruit !
Blood-nursed, and watered by the widow's tears,
What is the bigot's torch, the tyrant's chain? 45 I smile on death, if heaven-ward hope remain!
But, if the warring winds of Nature's strife
This frail and feverish being of an hour, 50 Doomed o'er the world's precarious scene to sweep,
Swift as the tempest travels on the deep,
Then melt, ye elements, that formed in vain 55 This troubled pulse, and visionary brain !
Fade, ye wild flowers, memorials of my doom !
The foe of tyrants and the friend of man,
Reposing Virtue, pillowed on the heart !
65 No rapture dawns, no treasure is revealed !
Oh ! let her read, nor loudly, nor elate,
How wonderful the process by which a man can grow to the immense intelligence that can know that there is no God. What ages and what lights are ne
cessary for this stupendous attainment! This intelli5 gence involves the very attributes of Divinity, while a
God is denied. For unless this man is omnipresent, unless he is at this moment in every place in the universe, he cannot know but there may be in some place
manifestations of a Deity by which even he would be 10 overpowered. If he does not know absolutely every
agent in the universe, the one that he does not know may be God. If he is not himself the chief agent in the universe, and does not know what is so, that which
is so may be God. If he is not in absolute possession 15 of all the propositions that constitute universal truth,
the one which he wants may be, that there is a God. If he cannot with certainty assign the cause of all that he perceives to exist, that cause may be a God. If he
does not know every thing that has been done in the 20 immeasurable ages that are past, some things may have
been done by a God. Thus, unless he knows all things, that is, unless he precludes another Deity by being one himself, he cannot know that the Being whose existence
he rejects, does not exist. But he must know that he 25 does not exist, else he deserves equal contempt and
compassion for the temerity with which he firmly avows his rejection and acts accordingly. And yet a man of ordinary age and intelligence may present himself to
you with an avowal of being thus distinguished from 30 the crowd ; and if he would describe the manner in
which he has attained this eminence, you would feel a melancholy interest in contemplating that process of which the result is so portentous.
Surely the creature that thus lifts his voice, and de35 fies all invisible power within the possibilities of infini
ty, challenging whatever unknown being may hear him, and who may, if he will, appropriate that title of Almighty which is pronounced in scorn, to evince his existence,
by his vengeance; surely this man was not as yesterday 40 a little child, that would tremble and cry at the approach of a diminutive reptile.
Duelling. And now let me ask you solemnly ; will you persist in your attachment to these guilty men ? Will you any longer, either deliberately or thoughtlessly, vote for
them? Will you renounce allegiance to your Maker, 5 and cast the bible behind your back? Will you con
fide in men void of the fear of God and destitute of moral principle? Will you intrust life to murderers-liberty to despots ? Are you patriots, and will you consti
tute those legislators who despise you, and despise equal 10 laws, and wage war with the eternal principles of jus
tice? Are you christians, and by upholding duellists will you deluge the land with blood, and fill it with widows and with orphans ? Will you aid in the prostration
of justice--in the escape of criminals--in the extinc15 tion of liberty ? Will you place in the chair of state
in the senate-on the bench of justice, or in the assembly, men who, if able, would murder you for speaking truth? Shall your elections turn on expert shooting,
and your deliberative bodies become an host of armed 20 men? Will you destroy public morality by tolerating,
yea, rewarding, the most infamous crimes? Will you teach your children that there is no guilt in murder ? - Will
instruct them to think lightly of duelling, and train them up to destroy or be destroyed in the bloody field ? Will you bestow your suffrage, when you know that by withholding it you may arrest this deadly evil—when this too is the only way in which it can be done, and when the present is perhaps the orly period
in which resistance can avail—when the remedy is so 30 easy, so entirely in your power; and when God, if you