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WRITTEN FOR THE AMERICAN SUNDAY SCHOOL UNION, AND
REVISED BY THE COMMITTEE OF PUBLICATION.
“Righteousness exalteth a nation."- Proverbs 14. 34.
AMERICAN SUNDAY SCHOOL UNION.
NO. 146 CHESNUT STREET.
Eastern District of Pennsylvania, to wit:
BE IT REMEMBERED, that on the twenty. ninth day of September, in the fifty-second year of the independence of the United States of America, A. D. 1827, Paul Beck, jun. Treasurer, in trust for the American Sunday School Union, of the said District, hath deposited in this office the title
of a book, the right whereof he claims as proprietor, in the words following, to wit: " Election Day. Written for the American Sunday School Union. “Righteousness exalteth a nation.”—Proverbs xiv. 34."
In conformity to the Act of the Congress of the United States, entitled, " An Act for the Encouragement of Learning, by se curing the copies of Maps, Charts and Books, to the authors and proprietors of such copies during the times therein mentioned" And also to the act entitled, "An act supplementary to an act, entitled, “ An act for the Encouragement of Learning, by secure ing the copies of Maps, Charts and Books, to the authors and proprietors of such copies during the times therein mentioned," and extending the benefits thereof to the arts of designing, engraving, and etching historical and other prints.”
D. CALDWELL, Clerk of the Eastern District of Pennsylvania.
you, sirs! are you going to the election? said Philip Radly, as he crossed the street, to join three boys on the opposite side of the way. The boys turned, and George Hilton answered, “it is too soon for the election, but we are going to show the State House to our cousin."
Philip. Did he never see the State House?
George. He never was in Philadelphia before yesterday
Philip. How far off does he live?
Frank. I believe about three hundred miles; but I do not know exactly.
Philip. Is it in the back woods?
Frank. I live in the state of Massachusetts. Philip. Then you are a Boston boy.
Frank. I never was in Boston; I live forty miles from it.
Philip. Well, you are a Yankee, at any rate.
Frank. If I am, I am none the worse for it.
Philip. If you never went forty miles to see Boston, what brought you all the way here?
Frank. My old grandfather lives here, and my mother wanted him to see me.
Philip. I should like to be in your place to come so far; but it must cost money.
Frank. I came with my uncle in his wa gon, and brought a little money; so that I could pay
for what I wanted to eat; and I have more than enough to go back with.
Philip. Will you go with your uncle?
Frank. No, he is going to Virginia: I mean to go a few miles in a steam boat, just to see how it works; and I shall walk the rest of the way.
Philip. Walk! and by yourself! why, how will you find the way so far?
Frank. I should be sorry if I had not sense
enough to take me as far as Massachusetts by myself, and you know I can use my tongue and ask the way, if I am likely to miss it. Stop, George, is that the State House?
George. No, it is the United States Bank, did you ever see a handsomer building?
Frank. No, it is the best one that I have seen yet; are those eight tall white pillars in front, marble?
George. Yes, and the steps that lead up to them, and all the white that you see. I wish you could see it of a moonlight night; it looks beautiful, and just like a picture.
Frank. It looks as strong as a jail.
George. The jail looks very different; we will go
round and see it. Frank. I have seen one, and never want to see another.
Philip. Why, did you ever get yourself into one?
Frank. My father once took me into one, with a minister that he knew, who was going to talk to the prisoners; and I could not get what I saw out of my head for a long time.
Philip. What did you see?