The daily Madisonian. [volume] (Washington City [i.e. Washington, D.C.]) 1841-1845, 1845-03-28

NosiLIrY OF MEcHANIcs.-By yhiss NJ T.. Vent.
portk Toll on, sun-burnt mechanic. God has
placed thee in thy lot pcrchaDce, 10 guide the ing
that whrls 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 a
of tnselled tears and gltering grief; and want
treasured mines. Rich soils would perish in their
richness and the fruits of changing, die I'M
gathered from the harvest.
Toll on Jehovah was a workman too. SIN the
beginning God created heaven and EARTH and from
confused chaos sprung this perfect world the perfect
workmanship Of the eternal uncreated power. Up
rose the mighty armament, and back the suen surges
swept, submissive, tanned, each to their several
bounds And there he set great lights the glorious sun
to bless the day the timd moon to at night the
milder lustre Of the radiant orb. He painted heaven
with mngling blue and white, and in the vaued arch
and moon, like stray lily breathing out its lore
of meek and bushing liveiiness, in the gay tns OF
opening bud and rich voluptuous blossom.
Wondering, there dawned another, and third
Ill clustering, clipgng to the spacious canopy, they
read, in the calm waters ofthe sea- the story of their
radiant loneliness. From thence assured, they fear
nor sun moon, but faithfully dist their pensive
light. Old ocean tost her crescent spray, and from
her hidden depths creatures of life up, and flew
above the earth winged fowls and birds, and flying
fish, and the great whale, dark emperor Of the
And God created man! Six days he labored, and
the seventh he reposed while from the sea, the
earth, the air, and all that in them is, went up
chorus of exlatic praise to GOD the first the eterna
architect.
Toll on, sun-burnt mechanic; heard ye Of hin
whom baboliug Jews despiseds The mangerborn Of
NAZARETH Exalted to be Prince DER death and hell
Read ye not, in The Book, Of the untaught appren
tice, who laid bis hand upon liberals rugged name
and it was stilledi
Toll on Drink from the dews that heaven dstiIs
fragrant flowers the bursting buds, the blessed air il
untold wealth to the hard browed and bronzed me
chanic. Rich Golfers bring snare canker and hear
corrosion. God'e wealth is yours, wealth to which
decaying gold Is vanity and dross
Toll on! Proud peer and prince, and pedaDt, sage
statesman, and priest, now claim the tribute Of
tomb, which fam would drive away the greedy worm
and splendid eloquence and hooking tears shed
above the dust which lies as common as The plebeiau
herd The grave is the great lcveller. Blest grave
Grave of the tanned mcdaniel A spirit speak.
from thence, and willing ears may learn some task
which monuments Of gold have not power to teach
Proud n.an--learned mango sit above that tomb
and weep to think that when old Time shall tire, the
sun 20 out with weariness oblivon's suen surge
shall sweep away your greatness and your chivaIry
shove "the wreck Of matter and the crush Of worlds
the handwork of Co.'s own noblemaD shall live, i'm.
mutabie as time, while Time bis empire holds, eter
nal as Eternity Saturday Courier.