The voice of freedom. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1839-1848, 1843-08-31
For the Voice of Freedom.
A VISIT TO NEW LEBANON.

sky was serene, and gentle zephyr:
began to play among the trees, whet
DR.. IT. entered my room, and ex
claimed, "come, are you ready"-
Truly, I least expected a suspicion
of delinquency on my part, as | was
already delighted, even in anticipat'
ing a visit to New Lebanon. In q
little time, however, l brought uE
the rear, and we were soon on oul
way, our pony in fine spirits, and
fruitful fields, pleasant orchards, and
fine houses were swiftly passing on
either side.
"What is the name ofthis village,
Doctor?' said I, as we entered its
main street. "Middletown," he an
swered, pointing out its principal
buildings, among which was Bap-
list Church, "where," he said, "Mr.
Miller delivered a course Of lectures
last winter, on the second advent in
1S43."
We were soon out of the village,
and for the first time since we start
ed, it was as still as Quaker meet
ing. AS thoughts are invisible, and
the science of Mesmerism is yet in
its infancy, had no means OF de-
tecting the character of the Dr.'s
cogitations, but as for myself I could
not forget "Miller and the Second
Advent"
l reflected on what is called "the
Advent" generally, both first and
second, its origin, its basis, its ten
dency, its relations TO the system of
which it is a part, its merit compar-
ed with similar dogmas Of other re-
ligious systems, whether it was not
a Psychological externality of the
princi pie ofrestoration, and tendency
to perfection found throughout the
universe, &c. While thus musing
on this grave subject, emotions Of
pity began to rise toward friend Mil
Ter, and his coadjutors, and as | was
about to drop tear over human
superstition, fanaticism and folly,
the DR.. broke silence by saying,
"this is what is called Prospect Hill"
and truly it was rightly named.-|
Like one vast panorama, the sur
rounding country seemed spread out
before US. Two large cities, with
their thousands of inhabitants, two
large villages, portions of the Erie
and Champlain canals, the gently
gliding Hudson, with its numerous
craft, and majestic bridges, were all
to be seen at single gaze. But
what reflections are originated, and
emotions are inspired in the contem-
ptative mind, by such sight,
What an emporium ofpleasing grief,
and mournful joy. Truly in this
beautiful valley of the Hudson, as
well as elsewhere, their cup of
thanksgiving is mingled with peni-
tent tears. But few centuries ago,
and here unsullied nature offered to
her God, the most fragrant of her
vernal perfumes, and the first fruits
of her autumnal harvests. In her
wild sublimity, she presented her an
thems in unbroken silence, while |
equally pure intelligences from on
high, responded back her aspira-
tons. The simple and untutored |
Indian, lat least in wrongs and OPP
pression,) found here an asylum free
from the stripes of politicians, and
the wrangling Of ecclesiastics.
40 fora lodge in some vast wilderness.
Some lone contiguy of shade"
No marvel that the native Ameri-
can, after having graduated at col
lege, chose to return to his original
mode of life, BECAUSE" said he,
"then my intellectual, moral, and
social nature, can find its appro-
pirate exercise, and enjoyment, I'M
encountered by those corruptions,
originated and cherished, by civil
zation." But the poor Indian race,
where are they? Oblivion viii
usher into existence and be swift !
witnesses against our nation, at the
universal tribunal.
We drove up to public house,
and, on alighting, l took out my
watch, and found it to be about
noon, and suggested the propriety
of stopping to dinner, to which my
friend very cordially agreed. This
house seemed doing but little bust
ness, which, ascertained was the
case with all the public houses in
this vicinity, since the construction of
railroad not very remote. Wheth-
er railroads, and many other things
called nl1hlic irnnrouenentc nrn