Middletown transcript. [volume] (Middletown, Del.) 1868-current, 1917-07-14

arateness in his story OF The Man
without Country" The hero is Philip
Nolan, who was arrested with Aaron
Burr for being untrue to his country in
seeking to form a new Western empire.
When he was tried for treason, in reply
to a question of the judge, he exclaimed,
Dam the United States. F" The judge
sentenced him according to his word to
be perpetual prisoner on a vessel in
the naval service Of the country, but to
never hear the name of the United States
again. He knew nothing of the war OF
1872 or of the Mexican War or the diff
ferent States added to the Nation. He
finally tried to bribe men to tell him
about the United States, but all in vain.
In the year 1868, just before ne died,
Captain Danforth gave him the history
in brief of the nation since his imprison-
ment. He drank it with delight, show
ing that he had rerented his aWfu
words. He then asked for the Presby-
terian book of Public Prayer, where he
read the we'll worn page he had marked.
"For ourselves and our country, o gra-
cious God, we thank Thee" and so on
to the end of the thanksgiving Then
he turned to another reading which
said, "Most heartily we beseech Thee
with Thy favor to behold and bless Thy
servant the President of the United
States and all others in authority. "
His final words to the Captain were, 81
have repeated these prayers for fifty
five years +"
Would that every traitors punishment
could awaken and save them as Nolan S
did. 1t is said that when Benedict Ar
mold came to die, twenty-five years after
the betrayal of his country, his mind
was upon the battlefelds of the Revolu-
ton in which he had been engaged. He
called for the old uniform, worn on the
morning of his escape to the British
line, exclaiming, Let me die in my old
American uniform; God forgive me for
ever putting OIL another" This would
indicate that at last Arnold had found
peace with his God, whom he had be-
trayed, as well as his countrymen. Let
us fear to become human derelict.
1t is reckoned that there are about
thirty derelicts floating on the ocean, a
terrible danger to shipping, as there
are without captain, crew or guide,
bound nowhere, the sport of every cur
rent that strikes them, and more peril
GUS than visible dreadnaught. Don't
be derelict on the ocean of life, hav-
ing no cargo of blessing for others, no
destination on the farther shore, no pur-
pose in life but selfshness, nothing but
peril to all voyagers. Be like the old
ship Zion, bound for the evergreen
Shore, laden with the freight of i'm
mortals, or like Longfellow's ship of
State.
'Sail on, O ship of State
Sail on. 0 Union, strong and great
Humanity with all it's fears,
With all it's hopes of future years,
Is hanging breathless on thy fate !"
The late Rev. DR.. Collyer, another
Unitarian clergyman, gives an incident
appropriate to our theme. He says.
well remember in our great fire in
Chicago, a slender young man who
undertook to carry lady and her little
child in a light buggy out of the burn
ing city. He was going down ichigan
Avenue. The street was crowded to a
jam and he had to stop and wait for the
jam to get loose. All at once, there
came behind him a great fellow, driving
a furniture wagon, who yelled to him
with an oath to get out of the way or
he would run into him. 81 cannot
STIR" said the man quietly. "And this
lady is sick and has with her little
babe not week old. Now you must
be quiet and stay where you are, and
we will all come out together very
soon." Then the brute swore great
oath that he would come down and pull
him out of that and twist the thing out
of his way. He jumped out of his
wagon to do it. The young man jump
ed out too. They were both on the
ground at the same instant, but before
the giant had time to strike him or to
touch him, the young man had sent his
fist about where the brute's dinner
would 90 if he could get any that day,
and that brought him down. But as he
was coming down, he caught him with
the other fist right under the chin. and
that brought him up. "Now, he said,
"you get on to that wagon and do jus;
as tell you, or l will give you the
greatest licking you ever had since yor
were born." The fellow swore horri
bly,, mounted the wagon and drove
down the avenue at the back of the
buggy when the jam gave way.
DIR. Collyer afterwards ascertainet
that the young hero was clergyman il
Chicago, in good standing, and so kint
and good man that he wouldn't hur
a mouse. He cared nothing for him
self, only for the helpless woman ant
little babe. AS DR.. Collyer clasped hi
hard, he said, "My friend, you cal
preach grand sermons and you can sa.
noble prayers, as ] know very we'll, bu
let me tell you you never did create
or diviner thing than on that day, when
| for the sake of that mother and littl'
| aL;ld ,ro,, mont for that GREAT hrllte