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He who commands a man's purse, commands his soul. Money has a powerful influence on friendship, politics, and religion. If money was deprived of its bewitching charms, a great part of what is called religion, would die of the consumption.

Must ambition of office, and the love of money, dissolve our union and destroy our rights? That kind providence who has watched over us for good, ever since we have been an indepe. dent nation, and signally delivered us in the darkest hours, I hope will yet deliver. Wild speculation has labored hard to make something out of nothing, but failed for want of stock.

Our vices, as individuals, cry aloud against us. Our contentions among ourselves have no just excuse. Our ingratitude for the exclusive favors we enjoy above every other nation, threatens a deprivation of those favors. But yet, the treatment of our government with all other nations, has been concilatory, and morally just. The United States are setting the example that moral honesty, and good faith, is as sacred among nations, as it is among individuals. And will the supreme governor of all worlds suffer the nations who feel power and forget right, to crush us? I hope not.

"And now the mighty war is o'er." Cool reason has triumphed over the ambitious insurgents. Twelve months past, I had dark boding fears that there was not patriotism enough in the United States, particularly in the eastern section, to withstand the encroachments of foreign powers, at the expense of privations; but those fears are now at an end. The experiment has made it manifest, that as fast as the people were delivered from the impressions of false alarms and false statements, they have rallied around the standard of their own government, in unusual swarms. For there has been no time since the adoption of the constitution in 1789, that a greater majority has appeared in favor of the administration, than at the present era. Let this attachment continue, and we have little to fear from foreign nations.

Any subject, act, or event, that is worthy of record, is worth reading; but much time is spent, and much labor lost, in writing, printing, and reading, what makes men neither wiser nor better.

Many dangers I've been in,

Many troubles I have seen,

Many wicked paths I've trod,

Yet have been preserved by God.

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MARCH 3, 1837. This day closes the administration of Andrew Jackson, who has spent the greater part of his life in public services. In the command of an army, he was never surprised or defeated. His victories were many, and that at New Orleans was brilliant to admiration.

As president, the energies of his mind have proved sufficient to adjust every hard question, and expose and confute all conspiracies formed against him. The rights of the people, the integrity of the states, and the chartered powers given to Congress, he has adhered to, with a moral courage that has astonished the world. Under his administration, the debt of the nation has been all paid, with a large surplus remaining, monopolies have been cramped, indemnities obtained, treaties made, land purchased, commerce protected, &c. And I know of nothing, that a people may reasonably expect from good government, but that the United States have enjoyed under his administration. No calamity, that his enemies predicted would attend his measures, has ever appeared; and every good that his friends looked for, far beyond their expectation, has come to pass. But now his work is over, and millions are exclaiming :—" well done, good and faithful servant." In returning to his longed for home, he will carry with him the good wishes and gratitude of a great and prosperous people.

The first seven presidents of the United States, had, all of them, an active part in the revolution; but that generation has now passed away. To-morrow, a president will take the chair, whose knowledge of the revolution is drawn from books. Whether, during the presidency of seven succeeding presidents, should' the world remain, the principles of democracy will be as dear to the people, and as much adhered to by men in power, will be known hereafter. Our children will have the same right to change their government, and alter their laws to suit themselves, that we and our forefathers had. If they choose a government of aristocracy and hierarchy, though we deprecate the change, yet we acknowledge their right.

Jan. 6, 1841. Gen. Harrison comes into the presidency by an overwhelming majority; of course, the greatest part of the people are pleased. If, as many men believe, the means made use of for his promotion, have been ridiculous, false and deceptive, degrading to any country that looks for respectability, still he is the chosen one. I will acknowledge him. For him will I pray. But whether he is exalted to be a scourge to the United States, or a blessing to the people, I leave for the future historian to say. I am no prophet.


"COME," said Moses, "and go with us,
We will join to do you good;
Prospects bright are now before us,
Thro' the promise of our God.
What good things the Lord shall give us,
We'll impart the same to you;
You shall share the land of promise,

When we've passed the desert through.

"Manna shall be rained from heaven,
To supply you on the way;
Horeb's flowing waters given,
For your comfort every day;
If by fiery serpents bitten,
Only look upon the pole ;
He who was for sinners smitten,
Freely heals the poisoned soul."

We, like Moses, now invite you,
Sinners, come and go with us;
You will gain a crown of glory;

You will shun an endless curse.
Why put off until to-morrow,

Works that should be done to-day?
This will fill your hearts with sorrow,
When your souls are called away.

Lingring souls, how can you slumber,
When the storm is at the door?
Hark! and hear the rumbling thunder ;—
Soon the storm of fire will pour.

O repent, and seek salvation,

Christ stands waiting to redeem ;
He will every sinner pardon,
Who believes and trusts in him.

If you feel your hearts lamenting,
If your wills are rightly bent,
If you come to Christ repenting,
As the leprous sinner went,
You will find a gracious Saviour,
Full of pity, love, and grace;
He will take you into favor,

And salute with words of peace.

"I am Jesus, I will save you;

All my blood your souls have cost,

Power and grace shall cleanse and keep you :— None that come shall e'er be lost,

Go and tell to all around you,

What the Lord has done for you;

Tell them if their hearts are broken,
They will find a Saviour too."


Moses chose to bear affliction
With the humble saints of God,
Rather than the wealth of Egypt,

Golden crown, and purple robe.

Come, good people, be like Moses,
Choose the better part to-day;
Come, for all things now are ready
Come to Christ without delay.
Why put off until to-morrow?
Dangers thicken all around;'
Length of time increases sorrow,
Till you know the gospel sound.
Hark, and hear the blessed Saviour,
Hear, for now he calls for you;
Will you, by your base behavior
Grieve his love—your souls undo?

Oh, ye humble, wrestling Jacobs,
Servants of the living God,
Pray for sinners—pray most fervent,—
Pray and plead Mount Calv'ry blood.
Christ has promised to be with you,
While this mortal world endures ;—
Plead his promise—do your duty—
Fear not suffering—all is yours.


Not much can be expected
From one of eighty-three,
Who has not much collected,
As all may plainly see,
But the old religious story,
That Christ for sinners died,
And laid aside his glory,

To win himself a bride.

This theme resounds in heaven,
And echoes through the earth,
And shows how sin's forgiven
And sinners sav'd froin wrath;
But after all our labor,

We find the saying true,
Without the blessed Saviour,
The priest can nothing do.

But O, thou great Redeemer,
A promise thou hast made,
"I'll be with you forever,

And be your constant aid;
As long as years are rolling,
The gospel trump shall sound,
And mysteries be unfolding

Of boundless love profound.

"Then go and preach the gospel,
Nor fear what man can do;
In doctrine and example,

Be faithful, just, and true;
From highways, lanes, and hedges,]
Compel them to come in,
Put on the nuptial badges,

And come before the king,"

O sinner! be awakened
To see your dreadful state;
Repent and be converted,
Before it is too late;
To-day you are invited,
To-morrow you may die,
And if the call is slighted,
How bitterly you'll cry.

How can you tarry longer,
And waste your time away?
The enemy grows stronger,
The longer you delay:
Now is the time accepted,—
Repent and turn about,
Or you may be rejected,
And finally cast out.

The two following scraps were written for a young person who had enjoyed the comforts of a lively hope, but was, at that time laboring under darkness of mind:

Must I forever spend my years,

In darkness, doubts, and gloomy fears,
No comfort for my breast?
Eternal God, thy power display,
Remove my guilt and fears away,
Vain thoughts subdue, I humbly pray,
And give my spirit rest.

Come, my dear Jesus, fill my soul,
O, make the leprous sinner whole;
Let me be sure of pard'ning love,
Ere death my spirit shall remove.

AM thinking while I'm spinning
What the Lord has done for me;
Did I make a right beginning?

Was my soul from sin set free?
Clouds and darkness rise before me,
Yet I cannot give it up;

Evil thoughts I find within me,
Yet I have a little hope.

O my Saviour, look with pity,

On my poor, afflicted soul,


Speak the gracious word, I pray thee,
"Go, thy faith hath made thee whole."
Tell me that my sins are pardoned,
Let me know I'm born again;
Keep my heart from being hardened
Through deceitfulness of sin.


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