The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1854-03-25

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coming out with their lanterns when the cast
is flashing with the dav-spring whose type
is not Lots statucsque wife, looking back cv.
crlasting to Sodom; but tl,c rather Lot himself
cd on by arclangcls."
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at is time not to bc dreaming and the
orizing, but to be up and doing. The fact
that American nationality is yet in its infan-
cy, is the mghticst of all inducements unto
american Christians and patriots to be might
lily earnest in bringing up the infant in the
ways it should 90. The present generation
Of men will leave its character as an impress
on our national character unto all genera
tons. If the young eyes that arc just OPEN
ing ON our national sloricS look out, in the
dimnc>s Of age and the gathering darkness Of
death, upon America, and behold us, great
pcopc-honcst and temperate, and law abb
ding, and united in tried fellowship, and loyal
to God in practical obedience to his great
statutes, and working efficiently out, in the
temporal and eternal interests of the whole
world, the manifest purpose of Divine Provi-
d nee in our national existence and progress:
then there is no influence under the bread
htavcns that can darkcn thcnccforwaN our
promise, Or lift up in our great progress, lind
rance or disaster. For the fused metal in Tic
mould will have cooled into iron and hardened
into adanant and the statue in its standing
place shall he magnificent and forever"
| This is just view of the demands of the
age, magnificcntly expressed. Would to
heaven, our American youth would "tlink of
these things" and fit themselves for the de-
mands of their country.
Mr. Wadsworth's sermon on the death of
Daniel Webster lies before us; it is a bcauti.
full, eloquent dirge. The tcxt-"Thcrc is a
time to dic"-in his hands was beautifully
cut diamond and as lie tuned it each INV
angle flung out its own brilliant rays. Rather
was the whole discourse string of pearls.
One or two little gems from it, (fracturcd in
the separation and VIC close.
"Why where is death-away yondcr
Nay, sirs, he is Misunderstanding in these
scats-walking Through these aislcs-his
shadow falls between speaker and hcarcr-
Death is here! Where is ctcrnity-ycars
away? Nay, hcrc-ust lchind the curtain.
Hank this little knock sounds through
death and eternity are here. We sometimes
picture life as great path, fading to prcci-
| ,c. But this isnot true; it is narrow path,
right along a precipicc! The verge crumblcs
now! The awful abysm yawns at your feet
Just now! Oh my God ! write it on your
hcarts-scnd from the grave of the glorious
dead voice to bring the mighty truth in
thunder on our slumbcring souls-'therc is a
time TO dic!'-'tterc is a time to der
"No! no believe me- the time to die is no
time for preparation. The impcnitcnt death
bed is good place for sorrow-it will convict
it will arouse, it will alarm; it will fill the
cyl with tears, the lips with prayer, the
heart with terrible agony: but terror is not
love, terror is not trust in God, terror is not
saving faith in Christ Oh, believe me, be-
Ii we me, We will want an attained religion in
the dying hour. The chamber will be dark;
We will want the burning light-the lip will
be parched; yc will want the living water
the tempest in the sea will be dashing the
poor bark into shipwrcck: yc will want the
Almighty Mas or to walk the pillows and to
still the storms. Oh, speak to us, our Faith
CT in heaven, in the last uttcrances of the dy-
ing: tell us how "Tliat Rod. that Rod-that
Staff, that STAFF are the only support of the
d&th-struck THAT is what they want
!bot i. ,yhot tbny want ,,