Southport telegraph. [volume] (Southport, W.T. [i.e. Kenosha, Wis.]) 1840-1850, 1841-02-09
TIISCELLANEC
TULPIT ELOQUENCE.

Ii IL IblONS u E-.NC IL
Tho the May number of the KnickerbocAer, the
following specimen of pulpit eloquance, is given from
a s,rmon delivered not many months since, by the
Ros. J. y. MaGit.
iI9 commenced Nth the text, 81 have
been youug, and now am old yet have
never seen the righteous forsakcn, nor his
seed begging bread" In his pictures OF
youth and age, and Of the sole consolation
-''iue one thing necdfuI'-whCh could
sustain boih he broke forth in the follow.
ing sublime emblem -
Z. Nv friends, rs look down from this
advantageous cmincnce, upon the different
m3.ui say"s that appear before me, up
oa checks painted with the rosy blossoms
u, childhood, and lips rcdolcnt with the
fragrance Of spring--whcn contrast them
WIN the corrugated lineamcnts and snow
spr.uhlei temples of age, my mind aborS
with q fearful comparison. | contrast the
full veins and fair-moudcd features OF
childhood, with the thin and shriycIcd as
pact Of declining years and liken them
all to the scenes which we meet with, on
the broad ocean Of existence. In our bet
ter days, we leave the land Of pleasant
youth in fairy bark; the sunshine laughs
on tho pennCn, and tremb.cs on the sail
the sweet winds refresh our noStris from
The nowerv shore, the blue vistas delight
oar eyes, the waves dance in brightness
beneath our keel /; the sky smiles above
Us, the SEA around us, and the land behind
u.s. rs it rcccdes and before, a track OF
Golden brightne 5 seems to herat our way.
limo wears on,--and the shore fades 10
the view. The bark and its inmates are
alone upon the ocean. The sky becomes
cloudcd, the invisible winds sweep with
q hollow muumcr along the dcep,-tne sun
sinks like u mass Of blood over the waters.
wnlch rise and tumble in mad confusion
through a wide radius Of Storm, the clouds,
Ike gloomy curtains, are lifting from aFar.
The sails are rent; broken cordlGc streams
and whistles 10 the tempest; the waves
Ike molten mountains upon the half sub
merged and shudlering deck mastS are
rent to spinters, the seaman is washed
from the wheel. Cries Of terror and an
Euish mjngle with the remorselcss dash Of
hilIows. and the bowling thunder and storm.
The founderod boat sinks as she pungcs
the deck is breaking. God of mercy
Who shall appear for the rescue Where
joII the arms that are mighty to save .
Men and bretlren-aid is near at hand
Through the riffs Of the tempest, boaming
over the tumutuous watoFs, moves pa
ytion OF golden light. The midnight is
waning gushes Of radiance sparkle the
foam; a towering form smiles on the eyes
&C the despairing yoyagers. encircled with
halo Of glory 1t is the Saviour Of man,
it is the ark Of the covenant 1t moves
ouward--the waves rush back on either
hand,-and over Il track of cales cXpansc
the ark is borne. Who steps from its sides
and walks over the deep, as upon land ? 1t
is tho great Captain Of our soIvstion-the
Mighty to save He rescues the drowning
from death, the hopeless from gloom. He
stills the fury of the tempest; and for the
spirit OF mourning, he gives the song Of
rejoicing, and the garments of praise. The
ark OF the Covenant roll this way We
are sinking in the deep waters. and there
is none to deliver Let the prayer be Of
t,rcd, and it will save US all"