Alexandria gazette & advertiser. [volume] (Alexandria [D.C.]) 1822-1824, 1824-08-05

ungoverred passionsl How art thou
fallen from thy high estate-how fully
hast thou proved that sths wages of sin
is death'-death to cur happiness here,
ss we'll as death to our hopes hereafter.
He had been trying. as the jailor said,
to awaken Cogwell to some sense of his
awful situation, and to induce the poor
wretch to endeavor.to make some pre-.
paraliou for the tremendous plunge into
eternity which he was convinced the
old man would in few hours be called
to make: but he finds his own ideas 80
confused-his belief in redemption,
through faith, in the efficacy of the
blood Of cracified Saviour is so slight,
SO vague, SO unsatisfaetory-his know
lodge. even to the ear, of the plan Of
salvation ss pointed cut in the glo-
rious gospel of Jesus Christ is SO def.
cien,, that he desists: he dares not ex-
cite fears which he knows nos how to re.
move. He sees fellow sinner stepped
in guilt rushing unappointed, unaneal
ed into the immediate presence of
hsart-searching God, who, out of
Christ. SIS a consuming fre; and he
cannot impart one comfort-he cannot
afford one word Of advice, or iDeoduce
one ray Of hope. All, what avails his
classic iore-bis fine acquire ments--
his possession of the gathered wisdom
of thousand years; at this moment.
when the veii which separates eternity
from time is almost lifted before his a.
Weakened sense, he finds that the boast.
ed, valued, dear bought wisdom of this
world is but foolishDess with God, and
that it ia in moments like these that he
takes the wise in theirown etsftiDess.
Unable to draw one comfort from the
inexbausuble store of the riches Of
Christ, he hopes. he tries to hope,
that these things are not SO, and that
death is sleep eternal--eysrlasting sleep.
in which not even dreams shsll come.
The temper saw his time; the work he
piled. If said the responding sinner,
: if there 10 hope of bliss beyond che
grave, that hope is not for me. and as
for torment, it cannot exceed, it does
not equal this He stuck his brain
with frantic violence Il cannot, /
will not die as he does: | will net thQs
die like reptile; will not lie gaspipg
| like crushed and wrestbing serpent.
Y et those leave behind-there's mad.
ness in the thought I'll think not of
it, for this vile world and l have long
been wrsngling, and cannot part on bet.
ter terms than now These horrid
thoughts we're kindled in his heat.
ed brain, and these words, the rawlings
| of ranting player, were just pro-
nounced as the clergyman and the
landlord entered the room.
At the first glance the unfortH-
nate Percy recognized MIR. Skater.
brain as the person he had seen on the
evening of his arrest at the Genera!
Green; and he instantly recollected
that he had been informed, 'he was
in attendance on the ladies' of Rose
mounts The presence of a person
who was in some manner, at least.
( connected with the idea Of Maria,
and by whom he might hope she
would one day be Informed of all his
love, his grief. and his despair. was
cordial 10 his phrenzied feelings,
which he had never more expected to
taste. and he became calmer, if not
tanqaiIized.
Mr.. Shatterbrain salutes him with
soiemnity, but with Kindness; his
first concern being for the dying man,
he asked the Landlord if he should
be waked1 why, no. said Hunter,
'if you could wait awhilev Il can
wait of course replied DR.. shatter-
brain. cor why am | here?-and (
shall be glad of a few moments to
prepare for the solemn and awful
work. The comfort would impart
is from above. must receive il, ere
can give. Alas! what have we,
that is not given us?'-After few
moments, a convulsive groan drew
all present to the bedside of the pri-
soner. He appeared to be awake, but
not sensible where he was. or who
were the persons around him. Some
inarticulate words he attempted to
say, and then again closed his eyes:
on sudden, he looked around with
anger and impotence, exClaiming III
| a sharp. fretfui. though weak Voice
Take that woman aud her brats "a
way!~ What business had her fool OF