The Yazoo City Whig. [volume] (Yazoo, Miss.) 1844-1851, 1845-04-18
MISCELLANEOUS
From the Philadelphia Saturday Courier.
Nobility Of Mechanics.
by MISS d. E. WENTWORTH.

Toll on, sun.burnt mcdaniel God has
placed thee in thy lot, pelchance, to guide
the flying car that whirls on from scene to
scene, or friend to friend; bind down the
warning waves of ocean, tempest tost, or
chain the red artillery of heaven.
Toll on! Without thy power, earth,
though her sands were one vast Pactolus of
gold, would be waste of tinselled tears and
glitteling grief, and want and NO, and splen.
did misery, CLEAN out from all her treasuI.
ed mites. Rich soils would perish in their
richness, and the fruits of seasons changing,
die ungathered fiom the harvest.
Toll on Jehovah was wOrknan, too
In the beginning God created heaven earth,
and from confused chaos sprung this perfect
world, the perfect workmanship of the eter-
nal, uncreated power. Up rose the mighty
lfirmament, and back the sullen surges swept,
submissive tanned, each to their severa.
bounds.-And then he sal great lights, the
glorious sun to bless the day; the timid
moon TO wear at night the milder lustre of
the radiant orb. lie painted heaven with
mingling blue and white, and in the vault.
ed arch modest star peeped out, seemed,
by the majesty of sun and moon, like stray
lilly breathing on its lore Of meek and blush
ing loneliness, in the gay tints Of opening
bud and rich vOluptuous blossom.
Wondering, there dawned another, and a
third, till clustering, clinging to the spaci'
GUS canopy, they read, in the calm waters
of the sea, the story of their radient love
illness. From thence assured, the fear mol
sun nor moon, but faithfully distil their pen
lsive light. Old ocean tossed her crescent
spray, and from her hidden depths crescen
Of life came up, and few above the earth
winged fowls and birds, are flying fish, anC
the great whale, dark emperor of the sea.
And God created mani Six days he la
bored, and the seventh he reposed; whil
from the sea, the earth, the air, and all tina
lin them is, went up chorus of extatic pals
to God, the first, the eternal architect.
Toll on, sun, burnt mechanic; heard ye &
him whom babbing Jews despised! TIL
manger.born of Nazareth Exalted to b
Prince DER death and hell. Read We no
in The Book, Of the untaught apprentice
who laid his hand upon Liberals Iugge
name, and it was stilledl
Toll onI Drink from the dews thi
heaven distils; fragrant flowers, the burstin
buds, the blessed all, is untold wealth
the hard browed and Dronzed mechanic
Rich Golfers bring snare, canker and hea
corrosion. Gods wealth is yours, veal
TO which decaying gold is vanity and drOs
Toll on! Proud peer and prince, al
pedant, sage, statesman, and priest, no
claim the tribute Of a tomb, which ia
would drive away the greedy worm; al
splendid eloquence and knocking tears a
: shed and spent above the dust which lies
common as the plebian herd. The ora
I'D is the great leveller. BlestsgraVel Ora
be Of. the tanned mechanic! A spirit epea
fiom thence, and willing ears may lea
some task, which monuments Of gold ha
M not the poWe 70 teach. Proud man.-leal
y. ed mango il above that tomb, and we
,m TO think that when old time shall tire, /
lsI sun 90 out with weakness, oblivion's sulI
surge shaIlsWeep away your greatness a
your chiValEy, above 1.-THE wreck of matt
I. and the crush of worlds" the handiwofk
Gods own noblsmen shall live, immutaI
as time, while time bis empire holds, ct
t lnal as eternity