American mechanic and home journal., 1849-12-22

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 Then shall sun arise, ah !! glorious sun, that shall drive the bloody cloud away and usher in the day of peace
 The kings of the old world shall see the light of that sun, and tremble and nobles. Win thelr glltterlng robes, aye, glittering with the tears of down-trodden people, these mo- oIes say, shall quail before the blessed rays of that glorious sun.
 "The laborer, his hands knotted with toil shall hail with gladness this new day. The mechanic, slaving from his bench, shall see the light of liberty breaking OCT the hills of despotlsm and tyranny, and thank the lord of heaven for the cheering ray.
 Even now, my friends, the cloud is gather ing over the sky. ..s.r tn
 But when this day of peace shall come, It Will be blessed time. Our country shall be free from a foreign despot, and man shall know mankind as brothers. f7To
 1t will be blessed time. a@
 For through the land the church of God wall shoot its bright spires high in the clear. calm sky, and the song of praise shall reach the throne from the firesides of a million of peaceful homes. .a
 Yes, my hearers, this shall be land where God may be worshipped according to the dic- tates oi our own conscience, without a creed. These shores shall afford an asylum from the prosecutions of the old world .
 1t is so, my friends, for the Lord hath spo- ken it." -
 The voice of the preacher broke forth upon the still air with a startling emphasis ss
 Sitting down upon one of those rude bench es. beneath the foliage of the huge green tress. the preacher joined in the hymn of praise; r. li;,,.r ,S.,,.s h;s U. :. .r s, t ceased his song. and the humble conernPa. ton gathered around his form
 The light ofhis eye, which had shone witL a steady lustre, now grew dimmer and more dim. =
 The eager group that gathered around him. knew that his hour had come
 t.aa-'y, hne q dear child falling asleep. the soul ot the aged preacher left his body, as his coId clammy eyes were turned to the summer skv
 Oh ! if ever there was mortal man that la bored for the good of mankind, one other than | he blessed Redeemer, can be called the ben efactor of the human race, it was this aged preacher of Wyoming.
 And for this scene of death, which freed him from the tolls and cares and privations of his long and weary life. let us thank the good angel which. shadowins his departed spirit with its guardian wings, pointed to his bright reward in heaven, as it gently whis- pered "Come P H{f atlz
 Have the words of the prophecy spoken by 3 this old man in the wilderness long, long years ago. ever been fulfilled
 Has the bloody cloud of the Revolution vet o'erspread our land, and Washington-was he not a glorious sun, that drove away the storms, and before whose power the king of the British host quailed, as, one by one, his armies were destroyed by the might of this glorious sun.
 But the good day is-where
 Has it passed, and brought the day of par ty strife which now broods darkly over our land Or may We hope that it is as even now breaking in upon us, when man shall know mankind as brothers, and the poor shall look up and know that they are men when the mechanic shall enjoy the fruit of his labor, and the rich, aye, the rich, will they ever ex- tend to the poor helping hand
 It may be that the day has passed. .-it may be that it is even now dawning on the dark. ness of this night of oppression and monied tyranny. l. N. K. V