The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1843-04-25

"Nlidnght Cry" pnper devoted to the advocacy Of
the theory of the Worlds destruction in ls4s Mr.
Mil er is the author Of the article and as all have
curiosity to know his views copy the article entire,
but in doing so we would not be understood as cx-
pressing belief in his doctrines 1t is a matter in
which each individual must judge for himself; yet
no one can well avoid feeling interest in subject
which attracts much attention as this does at the
present moment.
"a Scene of the Last HDny.
The supposed reflections of sinner tcitnessing the
solemn ercnts achich Immediately precede, and fol-
lou The se"ond adccnt of our Lord Jesus Christ,
and The cogRagration of the 1corld.
All! what means that noise? Can that be thunder?
Too long-too loud and shrill-more like thousand
rumpets sounding an onset 1t shakcs the earth
see see, it reels! How DREADFUL strange! An
other phenomenon, to frighten poor ignorant fanatics
Will not be afraid. Let nature play her fantastic
gambols. My souls too brave TO shake-too big to
be afraid When the stars fell like hail stones stood
unmoved, and laughed at others fears They pass
ed away, and all was calm again 1t was one of ma
ture's freaks. So Oft Of late has nature played her
tricks, methinks tits natural. There was time when
superstition regned The world would then have
ed war, boodsh'd and great commissions among men;
bnt now the world has become wise; they are
not foo's and towards, as forcfa,hers.
Hank another sound-more long, more loud more
dreadful STILL Rock-rocl the world is rocking
men like babes to sleep will not yet be scared
This may be natural. The wind is pent up in the
bowels of the earth, and in seeking vent makes all
this uproar The noises in the earth, and roarngs o.
the sea, which have Of late made timd mortals shake
by this philosophy are all accounted for. l am not
shaken yet. Nature will work her own cures and
while these Christian fools trembling under their
vain imagnations Of these sights and signs ofhe great
last day, stand un A third great bast-a shout
"a cry What means this wild roar' IN go and
see.
1.-THE open air; brilliant light seen in the heavens,
and the inhabitants issuing from their dwellings, some
screaming with fright and others cursing their cowar-
dice; while a few, silent with awe, are looking and
waiting with deep anxiety the approach of the new,
hut long expected heavenly lumnary.l
- ALI thought it so. Aurora Bo,calis Speak,
ing 10 hs multitude Ye fools and towards all !
why do you make ado about this so common sight ].
Have ye not often seen, within few years past, tho
heavens almost brilliant rs now-what the vulgar
ilcrate called ''fre and blood and pllaIs OF smoke
and then it passed away, and nothing left but
to ridcule each others fears. And so now: this
will soon pass a
But it increases. See, see-how brilliant The
very clouds bright with glory 1t rolls and gath
to the NJ tn $500 Hark bark another sound
more deep-a fourth, more loud and long-a second
shout-'tis like the human voice. it is the wind
the electric fluid in the air. See, see-the heavens
do shake! Tie>couds, the light, the air, tremb-
ling yet. And yet the light rolls on, the cloud
grows brighter, and the rays diverge from yonder
point An eye!--an eye!-how like the All seeing
Eye! will not tremblc yet. These coward souls
shuIl never see me sha-What! yet another crack
How deafening to the ear! Another shout. ----
Sure, that a shout of mem hear them still
rhe mountains shnke and trenIble on their base the
hills move to and io the compass needle has forsak
the pole, and leaps toward the zenith point.
What can this mean? Is nature in u fit
The light! the light!-it still approaches to
the earth--and brighter too; it dazzes my weak
sight. Is it comet, some other orb, that has
strayed from its Track and by the laws Of gravtaton
is approaching to earth' Now for the laws Of ma
ture here's struggled and if that other law, repul-
sion does not repe its force and drive it back, then
surely this poor, dark, sublunay globe must be drown
ed in a sphere of fire; and where will mortas
Another sound!-a dreadful blast, an hundred fold
more loud than former trumpets. This shakes my
soul--my courage too, has fed. What but Gabri-
els trump could give such sounds-so loud, so long,
so clear? Look see the sun has yelled his
facial nature heaves groan, one deep drawn
sigh, and all is still as DEATH
The cIouds-those vivid clouds, SO full OF fire-are
driven apart by this last blast, and rolling up them
selves stand back aghast. md o, my soul, what do
see' A great white throne, and One upon it. Ills
garment is whittier Than the driven snow and the hair
of his head is like The pure wool See fiery flames is
suing om his throne, rolling down the vault oil heaV-
en- like wheels of burning fire. Before him thou
sands of winged seraphn, ready to obey his will
See Gabriel the great archangel raising his golden
trump to his mouth The last great trumpet sounds
ono heavenly shopt-and in moment every an
gel flies, each different ways, in rays OF light, to this
affrghted globe. The earth now henves a throb for