The Madisonian. [volume] (Washington City [i.e. Washington, D.C.]) 1837-1845, 1838-08-11

dies upon the grave OF his master, viii almost
draw a tear from Us, so near does he approach
to human affection. And when the warehouse
that has carried his rider through many bat
ties, bows his neck, and thrills through his
whole frame. at the approach and touch OF
that masters hand, we feel something more
than respect towards the noble animal. Oh!
sacred humanity how art thou dishonored
by thy children, when the merest appendage
Of thy condition, the mere brute companion
of thy fortunes, is more regarded than thou.
What picture does human society pre-
sent to US III were 10 represent the world
In vision, l should say that see il, not as that
interchange OF hill and dale which now spreads
around me, but as one vast mountain; and all
the multitude that cover il, are struggling to
rise and those who, in my vision, seem to
be above, instead Of holding friendly inter-
course with those who are below, are endea-
voring, all the while, to look over them, or
building barriers and fences to keep them
down; and every lower grade is using the
same treatment towards those who are beneath
them, that they bitterly and scornfnlly COM
plain Of, in those who are above; all but the
topmost circle, imitators as well as COMPETE
tors, injuring as well as injured; and the top
or sleeping upon It's perilous heights, or dizzy
with its eeyation-soon falls from its pima
Gle Of pride, giving place to others, who share
in constant succession the same fate. Such
is the miserable struggle of social ambition all
the world over"
DIGNITY or HUMAN NATURE.
**# Your neighbor is above you in the
worlds esteem, perhaps-above you, il may
be, in fact; but what are youa You are
man you are rational and religious being
you are an immortal creature. Yes, a glad
and glorious existence is yours; your eye is
opened to the lovely and majestic vision of
nature the paths of knowledge are around
you, and they stretch onward to eternity; and
most Of all, the glory of the infinite God, the
all-perfect, all-wise, all-beautilul, is uniolded
TO you. What now, compared with this. is
little worldly eclat The treasures Of in-
finity and Of eternity are heaped upon thy la
boring thought can that thought be deeply
occupied with questions Of mortal prudence!
1t is as if man were enriched by some gene
rous benefactor, almost beyond measure, and
should find nothing else to do, but Sex himself
and complain, because another man was made
few thousand richer.
Where, unreasonable complainer! dost
thou stand, and what is around thee The
world spreads before thee its sublime mystic
ries, where the thoughts Of sages loose them
selves in wonder; the ocean lifts up its eter-
nal anthems to thine ear; the golden sun
lights thy path the wide heavens stretch
themselves above thee, and worlds rise upon
worlds, and systems beyond systems, to Inc
finity: and dost thou stand in the centre of
all this, to complain Of thy lot and place!
Pupil Of that infinite teaching minister at
Natures great altar child Of heavens favorr
ennobled being redeemed creature must
thou pine in sulen and envious melancholy,
amidst the plenitude Of the whole creation!
"'But thy neighbor is above thee thou
sayest What then! WHAT'S that to thee
What, though the shout of millions rose
around him What is that, to the million
voiced nature that God has given thee Z That
shout dies away into the vacant air; iris not
his: but thy nature--thy favored, sacred and
glorious nature--is thine. 1t is the reality
to which praise is but flee,ing breath Thou
canst mediate the things, whieh,applause but
celebrates. In that thou art a man, thou art
infinitely exalted above what any mancan be,
in that he is praised | had rather BE- the
hurnblest man in the world, than barely be
thought greater than the greatest The beg
gar is greater, as man, than is the man,
merely as king. Not one of the crowds
that listened to the eloquence Of Demosthe-
mes and Cicero-not one who has, bent with
admiration over the pages of Homer or Shaks-
peare--not one who followed in the train Of
Cesar or Of Napoleon, would part with the
humbest power Of thought, for all the fame
that is echoing over the world and through the
ages"
FREEDOM OPINION.
"What barrier is there against
the universal despotism Of public opinion in
this country, but individual freedom! Who
is to stand up here, but the possessor of that
lofty independence? There is no king, no
sultan, no noble, no privileged class nobody
else to stand against it. If you yield this
point, if you are for ever making compromises,
if all men do this, if the entire policy of pri-
vate life here, is to escape opposition and re-
proach. every thing will be swept beneath the
popular wave. There will be no individual
ty, no hardihood, no high and stern resolve,
no self-subsistence, no fearless dignity, no
glorious manhood Of mind, left among US.
The holy heritage Of our fathers virtues WILDE
trodden under foot, by their unworthy children.
They feared not to stand up against kings and
mobiles, and parliament and people. Better
did they account il, that their lonely bark
should sweep The wide sea in freedom-hap-
pier were they, when their sail swelled to the
storm Of winter, than to be slaves in palaces
of ease. Sweeter 10 their ear was the music
Of the gale, that sbrieked in their broken
cordage, than the voice at home that said
submit, and you shall have rest And when
they reached This wild shore, and built their
altar, and knelt upon the frozen snow and