Bloomington herald. [volume] (Bloomington, I. T. [Iowa]) 1840-1849, 1841-09-17
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M DOW, IN.
The words Of my text for this particular
| occasion are as follows:
-Theres murder murder in the land,
And Justice must o'ertake it.
| My hearers-There is something fearful and
| he art-appalling in the very sound of the word
| Murder. 1t causes the soul 10 shrink in ter
ror clear back into the dorsa regions of the hu-
man structure, and makes man almost afraid of
himself, lest the seeds Of desteuctiveness are
already lying in embryo in his own bosom,
| ready to sprout beneath that manure Of innate
| inquity which he inherits through the trans
gressions of his prime-cril ancestors. That
| murder should ever Turk in the contemplation
Of human being possessed Of reason and
| heart not made Of horse-shoes-who knows
that that the lives Of his fellow creatures cost
just as much as his, and are as dear to them as
| his own is TO himself-is astonishing|y aston
| ishing. But, my friends. there are those a
| mong us who, being governed by no more NOR
al restraint Of their own, than mad bull IN
fly time, spurn the laws Of the land-shake
their CORY fists in the face Of sleeping Justice
and depart, delighing in their damning
deeds of human slaughter.
Oh. my dear friends there is murder in the
land aye, in this land of enlightenment, liber-
ty, and law! And Justice mus, oflener over
take it, or we we shall none Of US feel secure
in our daily peregrinations, unless fortified
with four pistols, sword cane and bottle OF
brandy. The incarnate fends stalk forth In
the glare of day, and bares his bloody arm in
the very centre Of society unnoticed and unpun-
ished. We can trace his footsteps from the
castles Of the rich to the novels OF the poor.
We find among his victims, not only the stout
est of the stout and the worthiest Of worthy,
but poor, helpless, innocent females, whom
none but the exiled monster from the internal
regions could ever think ofharming. Yes, my
friends, we see all this-and where. ask, is
that Mr.. William Wiley, whom they say so
much about!
NV friends-Hoboken has lately been the
theatre of scene too melancholy for the mind
to mediate upon. A few days since, the calm
waters of the Hudson cast Fl ON their slvery
bed, the body of young, beautiful, and love-
lv creature Of the girl genus, upon which was
written in letters ofpurple, "Murder most foul"
Like damaged pearl east up from the bosom
of the ocean upon the barren beach, the soul
case of this terrestrial angel lay, Of Nednes-
day afternoon, upon the wave-washed shore,
en- awful spectacle to behold, and an appalling
testimony Of that diabolca spirit which so of
ten manifests itself among the depravd subjects
of lust, liquor, love and ucre. Who did the
| deed1 Ave, that's the question. The MUIR
| derer NAV vet escape the vengeance OF the law,
while Justice, with her undecisive scales, Is
! weighing ont the golden bribe. Oh, you vag-
abond of hell !-whoevef you may he that COM
mt,ed the act - intend that the thunderbolis
| of nv eloouence, and the ligh,nings Of my
| wrath, shall play around your polluted taber
nacle of depravlty; and heaven grant that the
| words which am about to utter, may, some
! time or other, pierce through your heart like
shot through single, aud cause the sap OF
repentance to oxnde snperabundanily from the
; aperture. You have, IN the absence OF God,
/ and in the presence Of Satan, rudety and heart
| essly plucked beautiful blossom from IT'S
native bower, and trodden it under foot as
thing of no more consequence than toad-stool
! in a barn yard. The parent vine now mourns
| its loss and droops beneath the frost OF mental
anguish aud the dewy tears Of public sy'npa-
thy that fall on every side, can neither restore
the persisted flower, nor stay the blight that
has fastened itself upon the materna! stem.
| How could you have the cold brutality to send
helpless. unsuspectng girl, without a mo
ment Of preparation, into the presence OF her
MAKER with all her imperfec,ions on her head !
| IN aught of her impertec,ion could be found IN
"a being SO seemingly pure y how could you SO
far become the master Of your own conscience
as to push her from the precipice OF life INTO
Deaths turbid wave, at that very season when
the tares of human error are beginning &c a.
bound with the wheat good motives, and ere
the harvest of experience has gathered the one
| into the arner and cast the other to the winds
of heaven Oh, think of the sorrow, the SUIT
fering aud the grief that you have by this rash,
deed, brought into the homes OF the friends,
relatives and acqnainiances of your murdered
| victim Go now, in a moment Of sober rehec-
| ton. and mediate over the torn turf that hides
her from your eyes: ponder over the sacrifice
YOU have committed-then tn n your soul IN
side GU, and see how much misery. fear and
horror YOU might have saved yourself, by let
| ting her live, as she had perfect right to do,
amid the sweets and pleasures OF the world,
and, perhaps, prove moral as well as phys
lca ornament in the gayest parlor of society.
But there she lies, in the protecting grave
beyond the reach of all future mortal injury.
The worms have taken possession of her be-
witching corporal charms, and the jewels that
deched her immortal soul are treasured up tor
ever in heaven. Go, thon heartless homicide,
and groan beneath the burden Of guilt that
presses upon thy bosom. The moose OF the
gallows thou mayest possibly escape; but re-
member that justice nlast, shall, and Will over
| take ,hee-if not in this world of procrastina-
ton and careless supneness, it surely will be-
fore thou hast travelled three quarters OF mile
into the empire Of eternity. SO mote 1t be-!
If the distribution Of the land revenue is to
| he advocated on The principle Of" returning TO