The Arkansas advocate., 1833-08-28

liluspalia' nor never did, though the peo- pie have been trying to elect him ever since first began to Dedham Put. (ca''fo Z. concluded from fouat page.) And this! oh God! is this to be our fate!- Dlsgrace aced-degra gradcd-humbled and abas- Sunken forever from our high estate Q wander over tyranny's dark waste. 0 crouch like slaves around despot's
 gate, s'end at his nod and at his mandate haste Oh thou who hast thus far thy aidance
 lent, Avert the doom--spirit omnipotent! Turn then, or ere the final seal be set To your apostacy-or ere the flood IS wakened by your mmrmnr and your fret, And whelms you in it's mighty solitude Turn to your duty! ere your land be wet And desolated with brothers blood, Ere the avenging angel spread his wing, And where it's shadow falls, herb never spring. Oh turn!--tbat when some day men make
 your grave, They say not as they pile the parting sod, = tASS q ttoAtOi4 Ot--hGES tiSS d
 slave"-- Turn--lest henceforth old men above it
 nod, And warn their child to be no traitor
 knaye, Foreverence their country and their God :, md never to deserve so foul doom, As that which men have written on his
 tomb.
  Say! are ye never troubled in your dreams, With spirits rising from your fathers
 tombs! And Tn the darkness, or the moons thin
 gIeams, Warning you all of those intending dooms, Which hunt the traitor like deyouring
 beams Until his heart is withered or consumes Oh! these must haunt you-these most mo- These heroes--who were liberty's best
 sons. Had sire who thus from death would rise Point to his wounds, and say, 'sWuh these l bought ssThat freedom, which you now would fain
 desptse; "And sealed the compact which your hand
 has sought "To break and mar''--oh. would close
 mine eyes, In shame that l to sin had thus been
 wrought, And heap up dust and ashes on my head, For knave corrupt, or idiot misled. Enough-I turn to ots.e. iii.ings-to wend My rambling way along-as one who cares But little for the world-unskilled to
 bend, And fawn--and watch what look that
 same world bears; Or mend my manners, when its voice
 says 'mend,' Altho' full well l know that he who-dares Revile it--hath of course its kindest
 smiles And deadliest hate, and underhanded
 wiles. And thus the world has always treated me- A smile, and then an underhanded stroke A sneer, jibe, look of mystery And why.-because full freely-I have
 spoke Have scorned slave to all it's creeds to
 be, Or bear its lash as others, that are broke, d
 rhyme, Like this, which is most certainly no
 crime. The world has but little love for me, Or for it-I entered on the dance Of Q the the wild waves of its tremendous sea, With too high hopes, and too much of TO-
 nance; Instead of faith have found caiolery- Instead of truth mere pomp and circum- stance, And perhaps have. been somewhat too bold, in saying truths 'twere better to with hold. Good night-'tis getting late and must
 sleep-- trust that shortly we shall meet again, Unless Parnassus from more high and
 steep, Unless disease or death, like winter rain, Benumb the heart-till then charge you
 keep, (As one might some old friendly face main
 tain)- A place for me within the memory, Good night-until another meeting be. crThe Missouri .Annual Conference, of l the Methodist E. Church, will hold its next session at Mountain Spring Camp Ground, Washington county, on Wednes- day, 4th of September, con4menclng at 5 o'clock, X. M.
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