Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1849-09-17

4 aat hoWs5Dy niS 4ss<I Rka95ss moon Is sali-
ing in the sky, tosses eelpbips stretch
ing away al your Iee Tread delaware
flowing there's uniil tves mingle With.
the SchuyIlsin, yonde{ q see the distont
hills, far, far, yolsds llllng into the blue
sky. Oh, Il is . bea6l at.sight.,
But NOT on the while risie of roofs, nor
the massive noun Fairlnount, stbe
sheeted Sch.,Y sssa gleaplina "a
|E;'is |Eais s'I .'sa u > = -
n House steepe and SOME es.an d Churches,
towering over all: nor suis nthe bosom Of
the glittering DelAware,,or even the far,
far-otf hills OF Brandywine, seen there in
the dim, blue distance: not upon these sights
of beauty turns the old mans eye!
No! He stands there on the roof, Of
the college. Oh, that blood freezing moan
again!
MY orphans! Ny orphans! On, God!
where are they!' .......
And as il in answer to his call, look
here a fearful, ghaslly band-lhey come.
'Look'-rushing forward in The moon
light air-thcy come, in all the terrible
drapery of rags and crime!
Tnfy lust from the walls Of the Pentefl.
tiary yonder; yes, from the Almshouae; up
the br ad Del ,"are, from the lssrf ihe sea
they come, oh God! in misery, and rags,
and lamcness-in chains they come.
And this pale, ghastly band, now throng.
ing over the root OF Gira I'd College these!
these are thy Orphans, Stephen Girard!
s'Look herc-lhis Pirate clutciling thy
feet, old man; this dark brown ruff n,wi.h
chains on his wrists: This is an Orphan,
Stephen Girard!
Or, turn your gaze-t,s murderer, will
the gibbet's rope dangling from his neck
this Murderer, who Tonight has come down
from that Gibbet TO answer Thy call; this
murderer, with the tant ef death upon him;
the ghastly light Of death in his eve; this
horrd shape clutching thee by the hands;
this is thy Orphan, Stephen Girard!
Look again: to the ,gh.! This mass
of rags and disease, and leprosy and star
vation, scattered here over the roof o!
/ Girard College; lhls band Of robbers and
pirates, and beggars and murders, pressing
! around you, looking at you; at you old
man; with their speeches eyes: these are
thy Orphans, Stephen Girard! These
might have been vrtuous, and honorable,
+ and educated men: ornaments TO their
1 Country and the name of II ap; these were
slss of7hs II I Ssa; % q oashaas jail jail
/ the gibbet; because a 6FpoRATIoN, Cor
rupt and rotten to the heart, aid supported
in their Guilt by the Public Opinion of q
| Coward Press and Pharisaical Pulpit, wish.
ed to build TOMB instead of School.
HOUSE; an immense Marble Pile, which
shall glare forerer, orer the City, a carrea
Monument Of Mat CHy's degradation
and shame"
! The old man with the cerements oI
death tapping about his form, does not an
swer us, but walking among the dismal
bend Of summoned orphans he examines
the pirates chain, feels yon murderer
disfgurcd neck: ..-...
"While the Corporation built this Tomb
you came to this;' rattli1g the chain; ''and
you to this;;' placing his finger on the dis
figured throat. ... ....-.
Then, rising in the moonlight, on the
roof Of this Marble Sepulchre, he spreads
his hand over the Great City, in its slum-
ber. - ..g..z... sy.sesv 7.sas....--=s ..z--.e--
/ Il can see,' you hear his sad voice,
''somc ten or more churches, that were
mainly built by my money. | can see
long piles of splendid edifces, that were be-
queathed by me to yonder city, and which
bring to its Treasury, year after year ac-
cumnlaling stores Of Gold Have ! not
done some little good to Philadelphia
Was it a crime in me to devote part OF my
wealth to those outcas,s of Philadelphia
civilization, the Orphan Poor? Why
should the Reverend Clergy oppose me,
and heap such bitterness upon my grave,
and write volumes against my Infdel Co..
lege Infdel to teach the ignorant?-
= Infael to feed the Orphan9 I'.fdeI to
rescue from the dens and bitches OF Phila-
delphla, those outcasts. who must be fed,
, clothed, educated, or they will feed and
clothe themselves with Murder, and be-
come thoroughly educated at the Gibbett's S
.foot!''
, He paused a moment, q gain those wiring
ing hands:
elf this be 1nfdsl then was the Lord
Jesus, whom they preach, IN Infdel'
Along the marble root he slowly walks.
! mutteripg strange words as he fixes bis
dead eyeball on the far.extending roofs o.
Philadelphia.
t "Tbey have all the Colleges in lhe Un
ion, these Reverend men, where boys
grow up in Creeds; and every Greed hates
r fervently its Brother Greed, and every Sec
looks with envy on its fellow Sect, | wish
ed to rear College where To, should b.
! be made holy by education, and only one
r Religion be taught; Lore TO Man is Lor
!. TO God. But these Reverend Men, i
5 they speak to the Mass at all, only speal
through the fiery throats Of their dfferen
creeds. Beholdd some of the fruits c
these beautiful Creedsn'
>: As he spoke he waved his hands, and a
= once from Kensington and the city, arose tn
smoke and flame of a burning Church.
k Those separate columns of smoke foatin
n over the City's roofs are mingled in one av
t full cloud which is pierced by separate pyrs
mids of fame-the cross of Jesus glitterin
high over all, ere it sinks TO darkness!
v The sad words of the Ghost are in OF
s ears, when the College, the Orphans, Il
Y City wrapped in cloud and flame, mel
:. from our view.
It On whom does the FACE beam with i
most divine smile?