Phenix gazette. [volume] (Alexandria [D.C.]) 1825-1833, 1827-07-20

he ard as down the pit that spread sort Of vile
hone-eI Sc, why should it have spoken at all
and. To-! the child, not like one OF the dead.
clasped in the arms OF his brother, who was all
covered W it'll dust and blood
"Fall al down on your knees, in tie face o
heaven, an sing praises to God, Tor my bro.
Their is vet alive!" And, as IL with one heart,
the congre cation sang aloud,
can people that on earth do dwell,
Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice,
Him serve with mirtb, lis praise forth tell,
Come We before him and rejoice"
&c. &c. &c.
But during that Psalm, father, mother, and
both their sons, the rescuer and the rescued;
and their sweet cousin too, Annie Racburn, the
orphan, were lying embraced in speeches., al
most senseless frances, for the agony OF such
delivcrance was more than could well by NOR
tai creatures be endured.
The child himself, was the first to tell how
his life had been miraculously saved A few
shrubs had for many years been growing out
of the inside Of the pit, almost as far down as
the light could reach, and among them had he
been entangled in his descent and he'd fast
For days, and weeks, and months after that de-
Iiverance, few persons visited Logan Braes, for
it was thought that old Laurencc's brain had
received shock from which il might never re.
cover; but the trouble that tried him subsidized,
and the inside of the house was again quiet as
before, and its hosptable door open to all the
neighbors.
STRIKING THOUGHTS ON DEATH.
There is, perhaps, no feeling of our nature
so vague, so complicated, SO mysterious, as
that with which we look upon the colo re-
mains of our fellow mortals. The dignity
with which death invests even the meanest of
his victims, inspires us with an awe. which no
living thing can create. The monarch on his
throne is less awful than the beggar in his
STROUD The marble features-thc powcrless
hand the stiffened imbs-oh! who can con-
template these with feelings that can be defined.
These are the mockery of all our hopes aud
fears, our fondcst love, our fellest hate. Can it
be that We now shrink with horror from the
touch of that hand, which but yesterday was
fondly clasped in our own? Is that tongue,
whose accents even now dwell i'll our ear, for
ever chained in the silence of death? These
black and heavy eyelids, are they forever to
seal up in darkness the eyes, whose chances
no earthly power could restraint And the spi-
rit which animated the clay where is it now;
Is it wrapped in bliss or dissolved in wo?
Does it witness our grief and share our sorrows?
Or is the mysterious tye that linked it with
mortality forever broken? and the rernem-
brance of earthly scenes, are they indeed to the
enfranchised spirit as the morning dream, or
the dew upon the early flower! Reflections
such as these naturally arise in every breast.
Their influence is felt, though their import
cannot always be expressed The principle is
the same, however it may differ in its OPP
erations.
n Dutch Seynon.-The following admirable
production, delivered before company ofvo-
lun,eer soldiers, during our revolutionary strug-
gle, upon The eve Of their going "forlh to glori
Gus war;" was calculated TO inspire them with
more than Herculean strength and courage
"MiEe friends, yen Wrist you coined here, you
was boor, and now, frien,s, you is prou,, and
yous gotten on your unicorns, ant dem Wits you
like dongs upon an hogs pack; now mine
frients, let me dell you dis, man is man ifhes
fight vid Goliah, he dock noting vid him put one
sling; now don't mistake me, mine frien,s; it
was not rum sling; no, nor gin sling; no,
nor mint water sling; no, il was sling mate
Wit an hickory sthick. Now ven Goliah sees
Iavid coming, he says, you little tampt scoun-
drel, does you come to wight me? ] will give
you to the pirds Of the felt, and de peasts of
the air." Tavid says, 'Golah, Goliah, the
race ish not always nit the shwift, nor ish the
pat'lc NIT the strong, and man is man if
he's no pigger as my dumb. So Tayid he fixes
sthone in his shIing, and he drows it at Co
lab, and knocks him rite in the vorehead, and
den all the prey calls comes out, and strcwcd
flowers in his way, and sung, saul is a Great
man, for he has kilt his thousands, put Tavid is
Greater as he, vor he has kilt GoIiah.' Now
mine frients, when you Goes out TO vigh, nit
the tampt Pritish, remember vat dell you, dat
o man is man, if he's no pigger as my dumb