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 DANIEL HOLMES. 
 
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 OAZSTTS BOOK AKD JOB ROOMS. 
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PREFACE. 
 
 Reader, if you are a student of tlie Bible and a firm believer in the 
 doctrine therein taught; if it is your determination to take the Word 
 of God for a light to your feet and a lamp to your path; then the 
 author would congratulate you, — for it is just in proportion as an 
 individual makes the law of Heaven the man of his counsel that he 
 will be able to understand Truth from Error, Virtue from Vice, and 
 to know that Wisdom's ways are ways of pleasantness and that all her 
 paths are peace. And what does God demand of you, but to love 
 mercy, do justly and walk humbly with Him? Then bear in mind 
 that the beginning of wisdom is God's fear; that the individual who 
 does not fear his Maker and reverence the Eternal, is unworthy of the 
 name of man; and that sooner or later he will find it hard to kick 
 against the pricks. 
 
 Hoping better things of the reader — even things that accompany 
 salvation — the writer, in conclusion, has no apology to make for giving 
 to the world his thoughts on Slavery; and may God, the God of the 
 spirits of all flesh, bless the writer and every reader of these lines, is 
 the earnest prayer of the author. D. H. 
 
 Greene County, 0., January, 1854. 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
 Dialogue on Slavery. 
 
 Time, a Talent. 
 
 The Hog and the Devil. 
 
 Faith the Gift of God. 
 
 On the Death of a Niece, 
 
 The Downfall of Babylon. 
 
 On a^Departed Relative. 
 
 Salvation is from God. 
 
 An Acroitic. 
 
 Earth Ran her Ananal Race. 
 
 The Royal City Stormed and Sacked. 
 
 Convenation between the Dead and Living. 
 
 Prelacy, Popery and Presbfterianism Un- 
 masked. 
 
 Death without Sting. 
 
 To D. R. 6. R. 
 
 Ranked with the Aged. 
 
 On reading Andrews' Book on Universal - 
 ism. 
 
 Death of an Infant and only Son. 
 
 Vanity of Dress. 
 
 Paseing throngh Jordan. 
 
 A grave Proposition. 
 
 Epitaph. 
 
DIALOGUE ON SLAVERY. 
 
 Great men — great titles do affix unto their names. 
 
 As Reverend Doctor Chancelor, of some college famed. 
 
 And wlio can blame ? 'T is nature acting out itself ; 
 
 For man, for man's applause will labor as for wealth ; 
 
 'T is habit, oh ! the tyrant of the soul in man. 
 
 Just bend the twig, so will the tree incline to stand — 
 
 Will baffle art ; and art in this would surely fail. 
 
 Against nature's current 'tis all in vain to hoist the sail ; 
 
 Down with the stream of popular habits, right or wrong. 
 
 The little tyrant grows invincible and strong — 
 
 To virtue and to vice is man alike inclined. 
 
 Grave question ! still remains unsettled by mankind ; 
 
 Some advocate that through the death of Jesus Christ, 
 
 Who volunteered our substitute and paid the price ; 
 And thus affirm the root of sin was truly killed. 
 As Jesus died for sin, for what is called original. 
 But not so fast — assumption is no argument ; 
 We would be loath to leave you here content. 
 To bear away such error in your mind would be 
 Destructive of your peace as well as liberty. 
 If Nature's sin, for all mankind, was done away ; 
 Whence comes that error, is the order of the day. 
 When God look'd down upon the sons of men to se* 
 If any one was holy, righteous, and free 
 From sin. But none he found, for there was non©, 
 As all have wandered off in councils of their own. 
 An evil root, alas, for evermore will bring 
 Corrupt fruit. Is habit still your harping string? 
 Let habit then be banished far away from man. 
 And holy sucklings gathered, numerous as the sand. 
 Would still remain an unholy ,>icked, vicious band ! 
 
6 DIALOGUE ON SLAVERY. 
 
 Alas ! that foimtain whence all actual sins do flow. 
 
 Springs from the heart, the lustings of the soul — 
 
 As evidence we bring the great Apostle Paul. 
 
 AVho thus affirms of Jews as well as Gentiles all. 
 An inbred principle of evil lurks within, 
 
 A root which germinates to bring* forth sin, 
 For carnal minds will ever carnal works perform, 
 Augmenting sin from the first period they are born ; 
 The law of sin — that evil principle within 
 Is laboring hard to bring forth death, by sin, 
 IS'or think it strange the law of God is broke by man, 
 For sin is bent on violating God's commands. 
 'Tis wisdom, then, to know whose servant thou belongs, 
 If serving sin hath your disapprobation strong, 
 Though foil'd by sin, the sense of sin is greater, 
 And all its acts are shocking to your nature ; 
 Let violators of the holy, moral law, 
 Paiise a moment, and of sin to stand in awe ! 
 For. enemies may love again as brothers, 
 But enmity is bound to drink the blood of others ; 
 Sin works incessant — rolls its mighty wave 
 ' Gainst God — his law — would tumble both into the grave ! 
 Bless God, that Golden Rule to each is given. 
 Blest rule, if kept, will lead all straight to Heaven ; 
 Do ye to all as you would wish all do to you, 
 Flinch not at all, Heaven's gates are open if you do, 
 If not, the gates of hell shall open wide to thee ! 
 Oh ! dreadful thought, of everlasting misery ! 
 And this for nature only acting out its self. 
 Being led by sin, defrauding others to get wealth, 
 And here we find in this famed land of liberty. 
 The christian — or he that would pretend to be 
 One — domineering over soul and carcass, 
 In natural rights God hath to man imparted ; 
 Will sell, will buy, in bondage evermore will keep 
 His fellow man, would make the very devil weep. 
 Hail, Columbia ! glorious land of hberty ! 
 Where millions groan in wretched bonds of slavery ! 
 v^;;^^ut what ? — There 's none in bondage but the darkey ; 
 ''"' In them we 've legal rights to trade and barter. 
 Our fathers proved it from the Holy Bible : 
 
DIALOGUE ON SLAVERY. 
 
 Ham's seed should serve, whilst Japheth should go idle ; 
 God's word — the very letter — stands upon our side, 
 All-sufficient, with outlet compromise besides. 
 In what a qualm ye northern folks pretend to be, 
 Shock'd with the sin we call domestic slavery, 
 Where white and black meet happily together 
 In bonds of peace, where slave and master greet each other 
 In love — no, not exactly — love mixed up with hate, 
 But what of that, the system, glorious and great. 
 Renowned for age, for antiquity of years ; 
 See — Abraham's slaves could handle buckler, shield and spear, 
 And here he smiled, and round he cast his flaming eyes. 
 Thought himself a Wilberforce, compassionate and wise ; 
 Advancing more in favor of his legal right, 
 A right divine, and back'd in force by human might. 
 Not habit — never ! oh ! may God forbid, I say. 
 That habit should influence claims — nothing in that way ; 
 ' Tis from the Word — the living oracles of God 
 Whence all true light doth spring that emanates abroad. 
 Our fathers read, and read verbatim, as it stands, 
 "In bondage serve forever shall the seed of Ham !" 
 Great God, the glory now is due to Thee alone; 
 This promise all may read — may read it as they run; 
 What God ordains let no man put asunder, 
 That some must rule while others are kept under; 
 For moral precepts stand, ^eternal, fixt forever. 
 Though Hell may rank his legions, marshall all together 
 Against the system, impregnable it stands 
 Through ages all. Shout Hail Columbia, happy land. 
 Earth's pillars may, and stable mountains pass away, 
 But not till then, ever shall Domestic Slavery. 
 Fools may object, and witlings argue all they can 
 To cast reproach on Heaven's own ordinance to man. 
 •' Tis awful, what those abolitioners do maintain; 
 Advancing sentiments too damning for to name, 
 That Anglo-Saxons claim no legal right at all 
 Over Ham's doom'd race in servile bondage to enthral, 
 Would burst the bands and bid the slave pass out from under, 
 From one who claims him as his lawful plunder. 
 Appalling thought! May God forbid it ever shall 
 That slave and master ever separate at all, 
 
DIALOOUE ON SLAVERY. 
 
 For by the Slave we Southern folks inherit 
 A blow of wealth, but in this we claim no merit; 
 ' Tis God, the Sovereign Ruler of mankind on earth 
 Ordained the negro for the white man to get wealth. 
 Would to God the Northern folks would open wide their eyes- 
 Would hush their cavilling, and would terminate their lies 
 So oft indulg'd in pride, contempt of slavery 
 As though incompatible with Christianity. 
 Just the reverse — take all into consideration. 
 How masters toil incessant for the slave's salvation; 
 For life's the time, the time to seek and serve the Lord. 
 Our slaves receive instructions daily from the cord, 
 "For to obey is better, far, than sacrifice, 
 "And to hearken, than the fat of rams besides." 
 But knowing faith is dead indeed without good works, 
 In this we drill our slaves, nor suffer them to lurk 
 Heaven's high command. We humbly mindful are always. 
 That all our slaves shall labor, toiling night and day; 
 For truly God ordains the lot of all mankind. 
 To be content would prove a heavenly state of mind, 
 And why the slave evermore is prone to grumble, 
 Mysterious is — one of those mysterious wonders. 
 His every want his loving master doth supply; 
 Ungrateful wretch — oft-times his master will deny. 
 Those tender cords which bind each one and all together. 
 The slave would burst, and run, the Lord knows whither — 
 To Canada — stark naked — all this for liberty. 
 For liberty ! Oh, ' tis naught but horrid treachery. 
 Unthankful to his lord and sovereign here on earth 
 For favors shown, commencing ever since his birth. 
 All natural rights are guarantied to him in life. 
 Each man enjoys heaven's choicest blessings in a wife. 
 And to the Judge of all the earth we can appeal. 
 When slaves are born we bless the Lord and thankful feel 
 For living child, and mother dear, both doing well. 
 God bless the boy, we've right and title for to sell; 
 To sell in youth — for accidents do often happen. 
 Oft death befriends the negro with his gentle rappings. 
 Deranging all the master's preconceived plans — 
 Will oft elope when rear'd up unto a man; 
 The mother may, and oft will, display her sorrow 
 
DIALOGUE ON SLAVKRT. 
 
 At the sad thought of separating on to-morrow, 
 Securely grasps her darhng boy within her arms; 
 Mad, frantic, wild — menacing vengeance on the man 
 Would sell for gold all that on earth he doth admire. 
 And burst those tender cords which Nature's God inspires. 
 * Tis Nature's instinct : brutes will oft resent the wrong 
 Towards their brood — will forfeit life to save their young. 
 We pause awhile our former thoughts for to unfold; 
 Once conscience whisper'd, wax'd clamorous and bold, 
 Since justice, mercy, to the slave we do deny. 
 Will God indeed show mercy when to him we cry. 
 Those qualms with me forever gone and pass'd away, 
 ' Tis music sweet to hear the negro plead and pray. 
 With streaming eyes, rolling around, for mercy pleading. 
 That Master would for God's sake pity him all bleeding; 
 But mercy shown would only work his own damnation. 
 Those fleshly wounds will ever tend to his salvation; 
 Oh, then how great is the responsibility 
 Incumbent on the master with fidelity 
 To learn the slave while he is still above the sod. 
 And teach the brute his Master's will, the will of God. 
 At this ye Northern folks might give a grin, 
 Pronounce it horrid blasphemy — stupendous sin. 
 Might be a truth, were slaves at all accountable 
 To God; but not at all; their very countenance 
 Indicates a total want of understanding. 
 As it respects God's being, or his righteous mandates. 
 Most beautiful in wisdom God hath constituted 
 The slave void of sense, incapable of evolution. 
 In order that the master may enjoy repose. 
 And at his will effectually apply the blows. 
 If needful, and to draw his very heart's blood out 
 Would be all right, if stubborn he remained throughout; 
 A risrht divine we claim unto the seed of Ham, 
 Heaven's last,, choice blessings ratified to'man, 
 A right secured by compact with the Northern States, 
 The base and bulwark of our Constitution great. 
 When in the Union first we entered with our darkeys. 
 All right, resounded with a welcome then most hearty. 
 By oath and bond a solemn pledge to us was given. 
 Our fugitives back again should all be driven. 
 
10 DIALOGUE ON SLAVERT. 
 
 Most fearful was tlie perjury the North fell under; 
 
 A hair's breadth more, the Union had been rent asunder. 
 
 Through envy and through mahce of the JSTorth, I say, 
 
 Would oft entice our faithful slaves to run away 
 
 From labor, and a lecturing them on liberty. 
 
 Unto the ruination of the slave's fidelity; 
 
 As well they knew the main-spring that will move the slave, 
 
 By magic art, or some how wonderful, they have 
 
 Attained the fact that slaves prefer their liberty 
 
 To servile boudage, thus enabhng them to see. 
 
 All nerveless ones we caution kindly to retire, 
 
 Lest frightened by the thundering of our awful ire. 
 
 Those bloody hounds would slave and master both devour. 
 
 Merciless tyrants, God forbid they ever shall have power 
 
 To rule the South, or dictate in our Cong-ress Halls. 
 
 We would to Heaven that Balaam's curse might on them fall. 
 
 On one and all that would our glorious Union spoil. 
 
 Would hmit slavery by their accurs'd Free Soil; 
 
 Indignant term free soil like fools did compromise. 
 
 We view the past an index to our glorious rise. 
 
 Since all the campaigns of the North have ended 
 
 In shame, disgrace, whilst slavery hath been extended 
 
 In all the magnitude we Southrons could desire; 
 
 To Texas, dismemb'ring part of Mexico's Empire; 
 
 And Cuba waits, but this somewhat is premature. 
 
 For this the north by no means ever will endure. 
 
 More than our expectations have been realized, 
 
 Completely bored the North when forced to compromise. 
 
 Our patrimony first received from Uncle Sam 
 
 Was limited, extended only to a span. 
 
 But now extends from the Atlantic to the Southern shore. 
 
 With Eastern sea-board cities, as great Baltimore. 
 
 The South for wealth and population far outshine 
 
 The North; in commerce, literature, in arts refine, 
 
 ' Tis all in vain — the merest vanity to pretend 
 
 To head the South, as Slavery is bound for to extend. 
 
 Pause and reflect, ye dough-faced Northerners, one and all. 
 
 When first we motioned in our Legislative Halls 
 
 For to protect our fugitives by a penal law. 
 
 Was then we viewed the muscles of your face to draw. 
 
 With fear and terror of the South to stand in awe; 
 
DIALOGUE ON SLAVERY. 11 
 
 That Filmore on this hobby gave his signature 
 
 Unto that law, which ever shall our slaves secure. 
 
 This noble act of his shall long remembered be, 
 
 By all the South — by all the friends of slavery. 
 
 His motives might, for aught we know, or little care. 
 
 Be wi-ong — 'tis naught to us — though in the devil's snare, 
 
 We fear he'll play the Judas, and confess his sin. 
 
 We hope and pray to God he'irkeep his qualms within, 
 
 For should the ^sTorth attempt this law for to repeal. 
 
 We vow ten millions Southern veterans would take the field. 
 
 Go, Union, go; — the South alone can hoe her row; 
 
 This Southern pill we've often gratuitously bestowed 
 
 Upon the North, which wrought to admiration well. 
 
 Just mention Union was more terrible than hell; 
 
 But when dissolve in earnest or in jest was sounded, 
 
 Fam'd statesman of the N'orth in terror stood confounded, 
 
 And well they might; their little interest and their all. 
 
 Hangs on the South — from that bless'd Union as they call. 
 
 Oh, that the North this mystery could xmderstand. 
 
 Our slaves, God bless them, all the Union we demand; 
 
 We might in mercy, and for pity's sake, unfold 
 
 Unto the North, the blessings great and many fold 
 
 Of slavery, bless'd emblem of that Heavenly land; 
 
 Land bought by toil and labor of some other hand. 
 
 Ye Northern souls receive instructions and be wise. 
 
 Was heaven procured by a vicarious sacrifice; 
 
 In place of you, some volunteer will do your job, 
 
 You may be absent, present, or be in a nod; 
 
 Then rest assured this noble plan of substitution 
 
 Originates with God as author, instituter; 
 
 The slave may not exactly be a volunteer, 
 
 (In this we anticipated your objections here.) 
 
 We pass to hallelujahs to the King of Heaven, 
 
 For to what a glorious pitch the South has now arriven, 
 
 Exempt from toil, and laboring iu the very fire, 
 
 Just with a nod the slave performs our whole desire 
 
 In labor, (which by the Eternal all men were doomed,) 
 
 But now the slave is substituted in our room; 
 
 Thus trained by art to labor, laboring is but fun, 
 
 Can bear the withering, scorching of an equator sun. 
 
 Let Northern asses toil and labor as they please, 
 
12 DIALOGUE ON SLAVBRY. 
 
 We Soutliern gents know better how to take our ease; 
 
 In fact the North are suiciders by labor: 
 
 To murder self is worse than had it been your neighbor. 
 
 May Heaven forbid the South shall ever act the hog. 
 
 Since God ordained the slave to do the white man's job; 
 
 For Nature's God hath to the African imparted 
 
 Bone, sinew, muscles — a gigantic carcase 
 
 To wield the sledge, the hammer, and to turn the sod. 
 
 Which turns the south into a Paradise of God; 
 
 Nor can the tongue of feeble, erring man portray 
 
 How vast the treasure, latent in the slave doth lay; 
 
 We thought that gift, bestowing of the beasts on man 
 
 Surpass'd; lo ! comes the negro — male and female stands; 
 
 No phantom — nay, as tangible as you or I. 
 
 Noble beings — form'd with reason, sparkling in the eye. 
 
 Will form the plan — will execute deliberately. 
 
 And consequences in an even balance weigh. 
 
 What horrid blasphemy ye Northeners have come to. 
 
 Would class the negro with the baboon or monkey, 
 
 At this the Northerner instinctively arose. 
 
 Which brought the Southern orator unto a close. 
 
 Right, honored Sir, your humble servant would acknowledge 
 
 Thy logic savors somewhat of a Southern College. 
 
 A right divine you claim unto the seed of Ham; 
 
 Pour forth invectives, anathemas, on the man 
 
 That would presume for to emancipate thy slave. 
 
 Should feel thy vengeance rolling down like mountain wave. 
 
 My friend, I fear thy system's rotten at the core; 
 
 Your majesty will pay attention now therefore. 
 
 Our fathers read, and read verbatim as it stands, 
 
 "Death shall be paid to him who steals or sells a man." 
 
 This threat'ning all may read — ^may read it as they run; 
 
 'Tis from the Eternal, the sin avenging One, 
 
 Who vengeance owns, and vengeance surely will repay 
 
 To all the South, to all the friends of slavery. 
 
 Who sells or buys in bondage evermore to keep 
 
 His fellow man, prepare forthwith thy God to meet; 
 
 Would claim the negro as your lawful plunder. 
 
 Well may the North, when devils stand amazed in wonder. 
 
 That man o'er man, perhaps more innocent than he. 
 
DIALOGUE ON SLAVKRT. 13 
 
 Great God ! not him alone, but his posterity 
 
 Doom'd to endless thraldom, to toiling night and day; 
 
 ( Call this domestic?) — nay, 'tis hellish slavery; 
 
 For Nature's God enstamp'd upon the soul of man, 
 
 That germ of liberty is from Jehovah's hand. 
 
 Pause and reflect, ye tyrants of the African, 
 
 Ye violators of the natural rights of man. 
 
 That would, to gain cursed bubble here in time, 
 
 Act the devil by the enslaving of mankind. 
 
 Of all delusions erring man fell under, 
 
 This thing of slavery's by far the greatest wonder; 
 
 Can fell its victim, lay him welt' ring in gore; 
 
 Next moment hallelujahs to the King of Heaven pour. 
 
 To Nature's God for right and title to the slave. 
 
 Sleep, vengeance, sleep, for mercy to the South we erave; 
 
 Will God, the rightful Parent of mankind. 
 
 Stand neutral? Harbor no such idea in your mind; 
 
 Nor can the tongue of feeble, mortal man portray 
 
 How vast the wrath awaiting on the friends of slavery. 
 
 'Tis vaiu the merest vanity for to pretend, 
 
 Your right divine is evident a right of men: 
 
 'Tis vain to boast of its antiquity of years 
 
 With Abraham's slaves, handling buckler, shield and spear: 
 
 'Tis vain you search the lively oracles divine, 
 
 Which thunders forth in every section, page and line, 
 
 Against that system of oppressing one another. 
 
 Enjoins to love, to treat each one, and all, as brothers, 
 
 The sum, the substance of the gospel and the law. 
 
 Why friend, the muscles of thy face begin to draw; 
 
 Rest at ease— by the Eternal, nations all do stand , 
 
 Upon a par, with equal rights to every man: 
 
 No frowning wall between Jew and Gentile stands, 
 
 'Twas battered down when Great Immanuel ransom'd man. 
 
 The gospel of the ever blessed Three in One 
 
 Rejects, forbids, admits of no oppression: 
 
 Oh Slaver, then what doth thy God demand of thee, 
 
 But to love mercy, and to set the captive free. 
 
 Noble beings, form'd with reason sparkling in the eye, 
 
 No phantom — nay, as tangible as you or I. 
 
 Since justice, mercy to the slave you do deny, 
 
 Will God indeed show mercy, when to him you cry? 
 
14 DIALOGUE ON SLAVERY. 
 
 How manifest it is to all the world abroad, 
 
 Thou hast not lied unto men, but unto God. 
 
 That natural rights are guarantied to them in life, 
 
 Each man enjoys Heaven's choicest blessing in a wife, 
 
 Is all a sham — a hell-hatched, vile assumption; 
 
 His majesty protests, declares 'tis all presumption; 
 
 Each slave enjoys a right in common with thy cattle, 
 
 Is just as true as Nature's God, the God of battle. 
 
 We fancy if the scales was once to turn with thee, 
 
 Slaver, and thou to everlasting bondage be 
 
 Held by man — Oh, what groaning, agonizing cries. 
 
 In tones heart-rending, to the King of heaven high, 
 
 With streaming eyes, rolling around, for mercy crying, 
 
 That master would for God's sake pity you all bleeding. 
 
 Would mercy shown, now work your own damnation. 
 
 Believe thy fleshly wounds will tend to thy salvation, 
 
 Whilst boring in thy cheek, the iron fizing rod. 
 
 Wilt thou believe thy Master's will, the will of God, 
 
 Who claims a right, by his initiating brand. 
 
 Would thou believe 'tis Heaven's own ordinance to man? 
 
 then behold thy children manacled in steel, 
 
 Stark naked stand, for sale as cattle of the field; 
 
 See this, if master's left an eye to see at all; 
 
 If not, hearken, for down the Sheriff's hammer falls. 
 
 Thy dear lov'd ones are from thy fond embrace now tore, 
 
 Cast to the highest bidder, gone forevermore. 
 
 Oh, Southron, hast thou seen the hand writing on the wall? 
 
 Belshazzar-like, thy joints are trembling, one and all; 
 
 Perhaps the gates of hell's been opened wide to thee; 
 
 Or what, hath conscience damned the sin of slavery. 
 
 As curs'd of God, corroded to the very core; 
 
 Now hateful to thy soul, and will forevermore. 
 
 Discard a system so opposed to God's commands; 
 
 If so, thou hast the understanding of a man. 
 
 Here set thy stakes, and be assured that man's a fool 
 
 Who lives in violation of that golden rule. 
 
 To do to all as you would wish all do to you. 
 
 Flinch not at all, heaven's gates are open if you dv, 
 
 If not, the gates of hell shall open wide to thee. 
 
 And thou shalt be a slave to all eternity. 
 
DIALOGUE ON SLAVBRY. 15 
 
 May God forbid ! exclaim'd the Southron as he rose; 
 
 Truth is mighty; Oh, my friend, thou hast disclos'd 
 
 Unto my soul the awful sin of slavery, 
 
 Convinc'd I stand, this fact I now declare to thee; 
 
 For mercy intercede, and pray to God that He 
 
 No more would open wide the gates of hell to me. 
 
 Receive my thanks — thanks, sir, for counsel thou hast given; 
 
 United then we march in virtue's path to heaven. 
 
 For by the lively oracles of God, I see 
 
 All men by nature are entitled to be free. 
 
 'Tis manifest we Southern folks have played the devil. 
 
 By placing man and the dumb brute upon a level: 
 
 Not this alone — we've used him up in body and in soul, 
 
 To gratify an avaricious thirst for gold. 
 
 I fancy. Oh, my friend, still fancy that I hear 
 
 Their moans, their groans, still vibrating on my ears; 
 
 Then what a hell on earth springsout of slavery; 
 
 Prostrates all hopes, all claims to chiistianity. 
 
 As one reclaimed, converted. Oh, my Northern friend. 
 
 To thee I feel indebted, and will to my life's end. 
 
 Your honor, then, may rest at ease and take the chair, 
 
 Thy college is bound for to expose this Southern snare. 
 
 May heaven forgive my former ignorant pack of lies; 
 
 His majesty be praised for'opening wide mine eyes: 
 
 I vow not all the wealth of India's coral strand 
 
 Could tempt me ever to hold property in man. 
 
 'Tis true, my friend, of all delusions men fall under. 
 
 Holding property in man's the greatest wonder. 
 
 Add crime to crime — black, blacker, blackest I would call 
 
 The sin of slavery, the giant sin of all. 
 
 It is a fact, we Southern folks may open wide our eyes, 
 
 Our damning sin will not be purged by sacrifice. 
 
 As well we knew, our conscience testified within. 
 
 How unjust, how unholy, how unrighteous a thing, 
 
 For to compel by force, by physical power. 
 
 And hold for life our fellow man to his last hour. 
 
 In this the Northern States are innocent and free: 
 
 Not so the South — are up to the hub in blasphemy, 
 
 Of folly and of madness. Oh, how long shall it be, 
 
 Shall mercy plead, and plead to all eternity. 
 
 Oh, my friend, I positively now declare, 
 
16 DIALOGUE OK SLAVXRT. 
 
 Your honor, Sir, knows nothing of this Southern snare 
 Of slavery, the main-spring, Sir, as I have told. 
 Bid vengeance sleep, then I shall whisper, it is gold, 
 That would, to gain a cursed bauble here in time. 
 Act the devil by the enslaving of mankind. 
 And why the smile, it is encouraging to me. 
 The above stanza, I confess, was borrowed from thee. 
 That was the shot which sent the arrow to my soul; 
 Then I beheld the sin of seUing man for gold. 
 In fact, the system gives the lie to common sense. 
 As freedom is an innate principle, from whence 
 The moral agent scorns the idea of control; 
 God-like, independence is stamped upon his soul. 
 Hell may seduce, but never can by force or power, 
 Enslave a soul to serve voluntarily one hour: 
 For Nature stands arrayed in panoply divine. 
 To shield the life, to guard off tyrants of the mind. 
 So rings the echo of our independency. 
 All men by nature are entitled to be free. 
 Free as the hart that sports from mountain top to dale: 
 'Gainst Nature's current 'tis all in vain to hoist the sail. 
 My honor'd friend, believe thy humble convict now sincere. 
 At least, receive as^evidence the falling tear. 
 Great God ! Our fathers proved their system from the Bible, 
 On this anvil hammer' d out their darling idol; 
 A monster, hoary headed, tenacious of the dark. 
 Will stand the light, as Dagon stood before the Ark. 
 In vain we search the lively oracles divine, 
 Which thunders forth in every section, page and line, 
 Against that system of oppressing one another; 
 Enjoins to love and treat each one, and all, as brothers. 
 The sum, the substance of the gospel and the law 
 Was this, which made the muscles of my face to draw 
 With terror; then conviction flash'd into my mind, 
 *That slavery is in fact the devil's grand engine 
 To crush the souls of men. Oh, my friend, is it not 
 The ante -type of that monstrous car of Juggemot, 
 Whose pond'rous wheels for generations past have roll'd 
 In blood: for habit is the tyrant of the soul; 
 Will prostrate life, as well as liberty dethrone: 
 For instance, witness, up and down, the church of Borne 
 
DIALOGUEONSLAVKRT. t^ 
 
 Hangs to habit in her traditionary line; 
 
 Hath drank the blood of tens of millions of mankind. 
 
 Then what avails our compacts with the Northern States, 
 
 As God will be avenged on sin at any rate. 
 
 My friend, when I reflect upon a judgment day, 
 
 I tremble, (not for the nation,) not this, I say. 
 
 The nation stands — we Southern folks are not such fools 
 
 To play the game of dissolution in the school; 
 
 We hang to the Union as Death to a nigger. 
 
 Would be a rout, a fatal rout, if ever we puU'd trigger 
 
 Against the North; and this, my friend, we know full well, 
 
 For to dissolve would be more terrible than Hell; 
 
 By aerial flight our darkies then would pass away 
 
 Into the North- — good bye, farewell to slavery. 
 
 Net for the Union do I tremble — not at all — 
 
 But for that man who violates the moral law. 
 
 For nations have arose, and also pass'd away; 
 
 Not by nations are we judg'd, but individually, 
 
 By God; each one receives according to his merit: 
 
 According to his works, good or bad, he shall inherit. 
 
 For judgment he shall have, who mercy never shows; 
 
 Who captive leads, is doom'd a captive for to go. 
 
 Then tremble, violator of that golden rule. 
 
 You bear the mark, the enwgns of a noted fool. 
 
 'Tis vain, the merest vanity, fca* to pretend 
 
 To palm thy sin upon that compact made with men. 
 
 I tremble, 0, my Northern friend, once more I tell, 
 
 I tremble not for the Union, but for the indiyidual; 
 
 Alas ! that individuals should, for gain of gold. 
 
 Their comfost rout, and barter ofi" their precious souls. 
 
 Oh, what on earth, in this famM land of liberty. 
 
 The christian, or he that would pretend to be 
 
 One, domineering over soul and carcase 
 
 In natural rights God hath to man imparted, 
 
 Will sell and buy, in bondage evermore will Iceep 
 
 A ransom' d soul, elect, chosen to eternal life. 
 
 Call this, my friend, a glorious land of liberty, 
 
 Where millions groan in wretched bonds of slavery, 
 
 To gratify an avaricious demon devil; 
 
 Will place the man and the dumb brute upon a level. 
 
 Sir, habit is tii« tyrant of the soul in man, 
 
18 DIALOGUE ON SLAVERT. 
 
 Just bend the twig, so will the tree incline to stand: 
 
 'Tis Nature, yok'd with habit, acting out itself. 
 
 Is manifest by defrauding others to get wealth. 
 
 Though carnal minds will ever carnal xorks perform, 
 
 Augmenting sin from the first period they are bom; 
 
 Sin works incessant, rolls its mighty waves 
 
 'Gainst God, his law would tumble both into the grave. 
 
 My friend, thy patience for one moment I demand, 
 
 By no means, sir, as thy dictator do I stand. 
 
 I shall in mercy and for pity's sake, disclose 
 
 The dire eflfect of slavery upon all those 
 
 Employ'd in trafficking in human flesh and bones. 
 
 For which humanity in mournful accents groan, 
 
 That man o'er man will tyrannise in natural rights. 
 
 Is manifest, evident, amidst a glare of hght. 
 
 Oh, what excuse, my honor' d friend, this side of death; 
 
 Not one. His brimstone majesty may try his best, 
 
 But all in vain, as conscience lives to all eternity. 
 
 Then despots shall forever curse officious memory; 
 
 Would to God the Southern folks would open wide their eyes, 
 
 Would hush their cavilling, and would terminate their lies 
 
 In favor of a system, my friend, I blush to tell, 
 
 A system that will lead, if not repented, down to hell. 
 
 Their slaver boasts a right unto the seed of Ham, 
 
 And of thy patrimony got from Uncle Sam. 
 
 Boast then of wealth that latent in the slave was hid. 
 
 Whom mercy thou denied, and justice never did, 
 
 Whose mournftil cry was music, ravishing to thee, 
 
 Bound down thou art to take thy turn of slavery; 
 
 A turn, slaver, that would make the stoutest heart to quake, 
 
 Doom'd to endless wailmgs in that burning lake. 
 
 For what? For sin in violating nature's laws. 
 
 In trampling down the African without cause. 
 
 As God is just, a sin avenging God, in fact, 
 
 With holy indignation treats all human compacts 
 
 Based on fraud. Alas ! that individual short in sight, 
 
 Who views the Union endangered by the negro's right, 
 
 Oh, how absurd: my honor'd friend, it is a shame 
 
 To hang for virtue, and to vice attach no blame. 
 
 How wicked, how provoking in the eyes of God, 
 
 To tramp the path of vice our predecessors trod. 
 
DIALOGUE OK SLAVBRr: 19 
 
 Througli habit, in an evil and unguarded day, 
 Our fathers recognized the slave hisj property, 
 Would certify by all the midwives in the land, 
 Their heirs when bom do firmly grasp in their left hand 
 A slave, and in their right do hold a scourge of leather; 
 That Nature doom'd the African a slave forever. 
 Astounding fact; the slave and master then are brothers. 
 Twins, bom of the same identical mother; 
 Hang to the slave, may God forbid you separate: 
 Your dander raise if ever shall the Northern States 
 Attempt to part you and your twin -bom brother. 
 It matters not how good, how bad ye treat each other, 
 Hang to the compromise and compact made of old, 
 When all agreed the South, their darkies in, should roll 
 Into the Union: — curse up and down, black and white, 
 All who deny the Southern States ha"?e not a right 
 To yoke and drive the African with homed cattle. 
 
 then parade in marshal pomp, stand out for battle; 
 Full well you know the Northerns are all runts in size, 
 And wiD on your first onset loud for quarters cry. 
 Your darkies true, as faithful allies then will stand 
 
 Side by side, (God bless them) stand at your right hand; 
 
 No need to conjure up old Samuel from the grave. 
 
 For soon the glorious palm of victory thou shall wave, 
 
 And long enjoy :he fruits, the blessed fruits of slavery 
 
 In life, at death prepare for endless misery. 
 
 Once more, my friend, the smile is playing round thy brow; 
 
 1 fancy. Sir, the slaver's pedigree hath now 
 Amaz'd thy soul, or hath the shot of irony 
 Produc'd, the smile of pity for the slaver's tyranny, 
 A tyranny surpassing; Rome, Pagan, and the Whore 
 Of ancient -Goths, Yandals, Tartars, Turks and Moors, 
 All these can boast of mercy, lenity, and love, 
 
 But tyrant Jonathan, a vengeance from above 
 
 Shail surely crush the individuals that do still 
 
 Presume to trample the African with iron heel 
 
 then let individuals ever bear in mind 
 
 For to love mercy, and do j\istice here in time' 
 
 Kemember, death is still awaiting at thy side; 
 
 0, then be wise, and bid the African to shde 
 
 Off-hand, as thou would wish, when death shall come to thee, 
 
20 DIALOGEOMSLAVBRY. 
 
 To slide from time iuto the mansions of tlie free, 
 
 To joys sublime. But understand, it is a fact. 
 
 No slaver enters with a darkey on his back. 
 
 How oft do slavers on a dying bed repent 
 
 Of slavery; in their last will and testament 
 
 Set free their negroes, male and female, man and child, 
 
 Nor less, nor more, could, can the conscience so defile 
 
 By slavery, the blackest crime of this our nation. 
 
 I shall conclude, my friend, by way of application, 
 
 Since God is just, a sin-avenging God, He will 
 
 By no means clear the guilty slaver that does still 
 
 Persist in holding of his fellow man for life 
 
 To serve in bondage, himself, his offspring and his wife. 
 
 Then by the horrors of a dying bed repent 
 
 With Henry Clay, who in his last will and testament 
 
 Set free his slaves by gradual emancipation. 
 
 Why not this plan adopt through all the nation; 
 
 There's no mistake — the north would lend a helping hand 
 
 To colonize, and with the funds of Uncle Sam, 
 
 You shall receive from individual donations, 
 
 A sum all sufficient for to rid the nation 
 
 Of all your slaves. Oh, then, it just remains with thee 
 
 To say the word — at such an age your darkies shall be free. 
 
 With this, my friend, I feel inclined to add no more. 
 
 Accept your humble convert's best respects, therefore. 
 
MISCELLANEOUS SUBJECTS. 
 
 TIME A TALENT. 
 
 Time soaring on pinions, incessantly hums. 
 
 And glides like the arrow-pierce sent from the bow, 
 Surpassing in fleetness the telegraph's run, 
 
 And leaves Art's fairest goddess a fluttering below. 
 Perceive, gentle reader, soon time will nm out, 
 
 We kindly would caution thee now to beware, 
 For time misimproved, thy comforts will rout. 
 
 And hope shall pass current for hopeless despair. 
 'Tis a warning to mortals in thundering tones, 
 
 Since time is a talent intrusted to man; 
 For time is close allied with death and the tomb. 
 
 Oh, husband her fragments 'bove gems of each land: 
 But why are we cautioned in thundering tones, 
 
 Of time, and her fleetness in passing away? 
 Because time is a talent most graciously loaned. 
 
 And the angel of death is awaiting his prey. 
 For time's grand assassin is vice and her train. 
 
 Then elevate virtue, ennobling thy soul. 
 As vice is the highway to sorrow and shame; 
 
 Oh, then, for the truth be thou vahant and bold. 
 
 THE HOG AND THE DEVIL. 
 
 When the tempest was calm'd by the incarnate God, 
 
 On a voyage, on the waters of proud Galilee, 
 On a mission of mercy, displaying abroad 
 
 His unbounded pity, the wretched to free. 
 An object of mercy he met on the shore, 
 
 All haggard in body, distemper' d in soul. 
 Invaded by demons, harrassing him sore. 
 
 Their number appalhng, their power imcontroll'd. 
 Loner, loner had these demons invaded his soul. 
 
 Of raiment divested, was frantic and wild. 
 Abode without shelter, regardless of cold, 
 
 A terror to man, to maiden and child, 
 Oft times had been bound with fetters and chains. 
 
 And as oft had been rent asunder — in two. 
 
22 MISCELLANEOUS SUBJECTS. 
 
 Lascerating his flesh, all writhing in pain, 
 
 A rendering delight to the whole hellish crew. 
 At the incarnate Saviour those devils did quake, 
 
 Who granted permission to enter the swine. 
 Then out went the devil with ihe hog in the lake, 
 
 Displaying a scene surpassing sublime, 
 With a rush in the waters with terrific sound, 
 
 The echo vibrating from shore to shore; 
 And the man with the legion sat calm on the ground. 
 
 Let skeptics in devils be skeptics no more. 
 
 ON THE DEATH OF A NIECE. 
 
 Gone, loving Mary, thou art gone from this scene, 
 
 And cast off thy burden, thy mantle of clay; 
 How swift was thy race, and thy stay but a dream. 
 
 It was Jesus, Immanuel, who call'd thee away. 
 From sinning, from sorrows, from the snares of this life 
 
 Thou art safe in the arms, the embrace of thy love. 
 bless'd, happy spirit, the glorious lamb's wife, 
 
 'Mong Angels, Arch Angels majestical move, 
 Call'd off in the flower and blossom of life. 
 
 Just sipped of the pleasures and beauties below. 
 Then off wing'd thy course to the realms of light, 
 
 To the Elysian fields and the Paradise groves. 
 No injustice to friends, in this thou art free, 
 
 'Twas Jehovah, Immanuel, who call'd thee away 
 To the mansions of glory provided for thee. 
 To bask in the hght of ethereal day. 
 
 What gracious love-tokens was granted thy soul. 
 When death was invading, unhinging thy frame, 
 
 When Jordan's dread waters in mountain waves roll'd 
 O'er Death, the grim monarch the victory gained. 
 
 Heaven's guard of bright seraphs then ushered thee home, 
 Where Immanuel presented thy gem-spangled crown, 
 
 And millions of voices then burst from the throne. 
 Whilst thy ravish'd soul then in glory sat down. 
 
 Array'd then in glory, still reign with thy God, 
 'Tis we, the survivors, that languish and die. 
 
 We condole thy exit, and we smart with the rod, 
 Whilst thou hast safe anehor'd midst seraphs on high. 
 
MI8CBLLANE0US SUBJECTS. 23 
 
 FAITH THE GIFT OF GOD. 
 
 Away with that notion that you can beKeve 
 
 And turn to God truly whenever you will; 
 'Tis all a delusion, for God hath revealed 
 
 That man is impotent and backsliding still. 
 As soon may the' African's dark color change. 
 
 As one from the stock of old Adam recover; 
 For Satan, in bondage will ever retain 
 
 A right to his captives, in league with each other; 
 With nature unholy, with conscience defiled, 
 
 In vain you take nitre, with abundance of soap. 
 In God's estimation you are hateful and vile. 
 
 And the wrath of Jehovah shall cut off all hope. 
 Oh, then, is there none that is mighty to save. 
 
 To ransom the captive by price or by power? 
 There is one, and one only, Immanuel^did brave 
 
 The strong holds of Satan brought down in one hour; 
 But then is the captive a willing bond-slave. 
 
 An exile from God, and a child of the devil. 
 Deep sunk in delusion, and scorns for to crave 
 
 The aid of Jehovah, would be on a level? 
 yes, there is one that is mighty to save, 
 
 A strong one exalted, the first and the last. 
 The author of faith, and the God of all grace, 
 
 Of him our salvation is wholly at last. 
 
 THE DOWNFALL OF BABYLON. 
 
 Immanuel, Jehovah, triumphantly reigns. 
 
 Earth's kingdoms shall bow at the rod of his power; 
 Their idols shall pass as the foam on the main. 
 
 And Babylon the great shall down fall in one hour; 
 For Babylon the great by the Eternal is doom'd 
 
 To utter destruction, her downfall at hand. 
 And her pomp and her glory shall sink in the tomb. 
 
 For vengeance shall leap at Jehovah's command. 
 When the smoke of her burning in terrific roar 
 
 Shall burst to the gaze of all nations around. 
 Then Babylon shall sink for to rise up no more, 
 
 And the mother of harlots shall never be found. 
 Most just and all-righteous thy judgments, Lord, 
 
24 MISCELLANEOUS SUBJB0T3. 
 
 In blood she delighted, in blood Trill repay: 
 The heaven's shall reveal, and the earth shall record. 
 
 When God in his vengeance takes Babylon away. 
 By the wine of thy whoredoms all nations were drunk, 
 
 Array'd in thy purple, in gems of pure gold. 
 Oh, lady of kingdoms, thy glory is sunk 
 
 To the regions of darkness as Babylon of old. 
 What tones of deep wailing from the far distant shore. 
 
 In great consternation that Babylon in flames; 
 Then alas! and alas! great Babylon no more, 
 
 For the Lord God Omnipotent evermore reigns. 
 
 ON A DEPARTED RELATIVE. 
 
 "Forgive, blest shades, the tributary tear 
 
 'That mourns thy exit from a world like this; 
 "Forgive the wish that would have kept thee here, 
 
 "And stay thy progress to the realms of bliss. 
 0, happy soul, secure from death's arrest, 
 
 And safely anchored in Immanuel's land, 
 Where joys sublime and never ending, rest 
 
 Midst seraphs glowing circling round the Lamb. 
 For earth and all her fascinating smiles 
 
 Fail'd to allure thee, or retard thy course. 
 Thy dearest kindred's fondest hopes beguil'd. 
 
 When down thy mantle dash'd with hurried force 
 Into the tomb, thy tenement of clay. 
 
 But Oh, what tones did meet thy ravish'd soul. 
 Whilst seraphs roU'd the chariot on the way 
 
 Homeward to glory and to bliss untold. 
 Not for thy exit, oh, not that alone, 
 
 Could bid the tears in torrents to run down. 
 Out rolls the secret, and ye gods atone. 
 
 If envy can't in innocence be found. 
 Sure envy may in virtue's ranks be crown'd 
 
 High in command as chief dictator there. 
 And bid the tears in torrents to roll down 
 
 At thy blest fortune, and our miseries here. 
 Where death, victorious, flings his barbed steel, 
 
 Scorns compromising in vicarious way. 
 Crowds on his \'ictina, and the captive yields 
 
MI80BLLA9E0I73 SUBJECTS. tS 
 
 His shattered frame to motilder in fBe cl^. 
 
 But, gentle reader, ever bear in mind. 
 
 Death is a vanquish'd and a fallen foe. 
 Was routed by Imnianuel, God Divine, 
 
 And forced to let the mournful prisoner go. 
 
 SALVATION IS OF GOD. 
 
 Through grace I'm determin'd to conquer or die, 
 I'll mount on pinions of love to the skies; 
 CAjme, Lord, from above, and all mountains remove. 
 Salvation is truly the eflFect of thy love. 
 By grace are "we saved, and no one can boast, 
 Salvation is then from the Lord God of Hosts: 
 Grant me from this hour for to trust in Thy power, 
 Thy gracious, free promise, to be my high tower. 
 Oh, then, let Thy mercy have vent to my soul. 
 And shield from my foes vrho are raging and bold; 
 Oh, then, that thou wouldst give a token for good, 
 May I never more hunger for perishing food; 
 As a cloud my transgressions please to blot otit. 
 And perfect my faith; may I never more doubt 
 Of thy mercy to me has be«n gracious and free; 
 Now glory to God for his mercy to me. 
 
 AN ACROSTIC, 
 
 Right honored Sir, beheve the bard sincere. 
 Of thee who would thy sterling worth display 
 Beyond all praise. 'Tis joyful thus to hear 
 Eternal truth by thee is scattered on the way. 
 Revered, renowned, for patience laboring most hearty; 
 Then with that sword so oft thou hast uafurl'd 
 Amidst the foe, as thunderbolts do startle, 
 Narcotics pours into the Papal World, 
 Down from the throne great Babylon shall roU. 
 EflBcient Anderson brings up the battering train. 
 Replete with all the panoply of heavenly mould, 
 Simtiltaneously battering down the man of sin. 
 Oh, when thy eventful life on earth hath run. 
 None more lamented here than Anderson.* 
 
 •A diBtribnter of theBibl*. 
 
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 MISCELLANEOUS SUBJECTS 
 
 THE ROYAL CITY STORMED AND SACKED. 
 
 A city, fam'd for strength and power, 
 
 Stood by a river side; 
 For corala gem'd her spires, her towers 
 
 Flash'd on the azure tide. 
 Her battlements, reared up on high. 
 
 Based on her granit* walls. 
 With brazen gates, that could defy 
 
 The force of nations all. 
 Angelic-like, her citizens 
 
 With Innocence adorned, 
 Uncontaminated yet with sin. 
 
 For sin was yet unborn. 
 The Oreat I am, the mighty Jah, 
 
 Had reared this superb frame, 
 Pronounc'd it fair, without a flaw: 
 
 So renowned was its fame. 
 That Seraphs ruah'd in columns dense, 
 
 In hallelujahs prais'd, 
 To the fam'd Architect, 
 
 Whence it modeled was and rais'd. 
 Hall's caverns swarmed at the report, 
 
 Attracted by its fame; 
 Prince Diabollan ey'd its forts, 
 
 Then gnash'd his teeth with pain. 
 To overthrow and mar its peace. 
 
 He gazed upon its isles, 
 Her dialect feign'd to speak; 
 
 Thus mantling his wiles. 
 Hell's archives fails to stamp an act 
 
 So fatal in Its kind; 
 The junior demons all drew back. 
 
 In ambush lay behind ; 
 With fawning words he onwards press'd. 
 
 The Corporation paus'd; 
 My oath you have, you shall be bless 'd. 
 
 You'll violate no laws. 
 
 Cease to believe your Sovereign King, 
 
 You blessings he denies: 
 Curtail'd in rights, of many things, 
 
 Be not the dupe of lies. 
 I do aver, you shall be wise 
 
 As Ood that is above. 
 Impeach not my veracity. 
 
 These tokens of my love. 
 Thus rang the music, martial dram, 
 
 The order of the day ; 
 The engines play'd with awful hum, 
 
 The royal gates gave way: 
 As lightning flies, the tidings went, 
 
 Apolyon won the day; 
 With awful shouts hell's legions rent 
 
 Its vaults, in bursts of praise 
 The Prince of Darkness onward swept 
 
 In triumph through its isles. 
 With victory flush'd, his legions met 
 
 In columns rank and filed; 
 In regal pomp hi> mandates gave. 
 
 Defunct citizens give ear; 
 Surrender up; — Prince judgment grave 
 
 And conscience bold I'll sear; 
 Down from your stations, senators, 
 
 Ye statesmen, one and all; 
 Renown'd politicians, 
 
 Your Embassadors recall; 
 Securing Love, God and his aid 
 
 In manacles of steel, 
 Given from bead quarters at death's shade. 
 
 And damning all appeals. 
 Here language sickens, pale at death. 
 
 Pants for the cooling shade; 
 We may resume our subject grave, 
 
 When she can lend her aidi 
 
 CONVERSATION BETWEEN THE DEAD AND LIVING. 
 
 Yon sacred spot I oft pass by; 
 
 As oft I pass, methinks I hear 
 My dearest kindred's solemn cry, 
 
 "Prepare ye all for to lie here, 
 "Ere long the grave will be thy bed. 
 
 And side by side with us be laid : 
 "Then struggle not by vain conclusions, 
 "To be excused will be all delusion,'' 
 Hush, kindred, hush, lie still and slumber, 
 If ever convinc'd will be a wonder; 
 To lay our bodies where into the tomb. 
 To moulder there, in earth's dark womb. 
 Protest we do, and ever will. 
 The very thought with horror fills. 
 And sure we'll stand by our protest. 
 With might and main, to baffle death. 
 For pity's sake, then, do forbear, 
 
 And cease to wound our fee'ings here. 
 Quick in reply burst from the tomb, 
 "Ye mortal ones do not presume, 
 "Of dust thou art, to dust return; 
 "Alas! how soon may be thy turn, 
 "Doom'd by Jehovah to the dust, 
 "A sentence righteous and just. 
 "Tho' Nature may, in that dread hour, 
 "Heava with convulsions at death's power, 
 "But why dismay'd at death's approach. 
 "If Jesus Christ is all thy hope. 
 "In view, of death, how many sing, 
 "Death buta shadow, without sting; 
 "Sing glory to the Three in One, 
 "For death's a friend to call thee home. 
 "Oh, then, for death do thou prepare, 
 "Death may approach thee unaware. 
 
MISCKLLANKOUS SUBJECTS" 
 
 27 
 
 PRELACY, POPERY AND PRESBYTERIANISM 
 UNMASKED. 
 
 Let Satan's votaries arm In steel. 
 
 In bloody conflicts dwell; 
 May Zion's children never yield, 
 
 To play this game of hell. 
 Proud Prelacy may lord it o'er, 
 
 Supremely in control ; 
 In gaudy pomp she scorns to lower 
 
 That power conferr'd of old. 
 Mystery Babylon, that whore of Rom8< 
 
 Burst into being mete. 
 By monopolizing powerin one, 
 
 This deck'dthe whore complete. 
 That beast with heads in number, seven, 
 
 Her dreadful horns were ten ; 
 Who can compare, In earth or heaven? 
 
 In blasphemy she reigns. 
 0, Britain, hark, thou wast a horn 
 
 Deep planted in her brow; 
 Just with a nod, her awful form 
 
 Caas'd Potentates to bow. 
 Her thundering mandates from the Throne, 
 
 In terrifying form, 
 That crowned heads had to atone 
 
 In penance to the horn . 
 Perceive her daughter. Presbytery, 
 
 Exiled by the Whore, 
 With equal pride she doth aver 
 
 Sole right to reign, therefore; 
 
 Her courts supreme, subordinate, 
 
 The darling of her soul ; 
 But Rectors, Bishops, Cardinals, 
 
 Too damning to behold ; 
 Por grades in office she denies. 
 
 But grants It to a Court; 
 Philosophising, can descry 
 
 A subtle, vague resort. 
 Her session'd Court may bind it fast, 
 
 Nor doubt its bound in heaven; 
 The Presbytery may overcast. 
 
 And nullify forever. 
 Bound goes the process, round and round, 
 
 The Synod talces the trail ; 
 With clear scent and rending sound, 
 
 She overturns the scales, 
 Her pompous Courts are naught but horns. 
 
 To deck her gentle brow. 
 By anathemas curs'd forlorn, 
 
 Constraineth all to bow. 
 You're welcome then to take a seat 
 
 And ride till judgment day. 
 Beware, her power do not impeach. 
 
 She vengeance will repay; 
 That congregations have a right 
 
 To judge their own affairs, 
 For all appeals are Anti-Christ, 
 
 The very devil's snare. 
 
 DEATH WITHOUT STING> 
 
 Invincible, stern death prevails, 
 
 Keeps master of the field. 
 
 In triumph rides with flowing sails, 
 
 Thatmonarchs have to yield. 
 The wayworn mother, mother d«ar. 
 
 Exempted, no! thy dart 
 Returns not, nor thy barb 'd spear, 
 
 Till dripping from the heart. 
 
 Then, king of terrors, raging foe. 
 
 Rush on thy victims, rush 
 With yawning mouth and gorg'd maw, 
 
 The human race hath crush'd. 
 But hark, what tones thy victims shout, 
 
 Oh, Death, where is thy sting? 
 By death Immanuel pluck'd it out. 
 
 Thus life from death he brings. 
 
 TO D. R. G. R. 
 
 Oh, Doctor, Doctor, do forbear, 
 And leap not in the devil's snare; 
 To err Is human nature's fault, 
 Kein up, my friend, and call a halt. 
 Be valiant, Sir, and play the man; 
 For truth and duty now demands 
 Of thee to cease to advocate 
 All will be saved at any rate. 
 
 I cannot leave thee, Doctor, no, 
 In such an error on to go; 
 Your better judgment neutral stands. 
 And negatives the fatal plan. 
 Forbear, my friend, to congregate 
 With Uiiiversalists when they meet. 
 I hope my verse will not offend, 
 The wounds are faithful of a friend. 
 
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 MISCELLANEOUS SUBJECTS. 
 
 RANKED WITH THE AGED. 
 
 Let juvenilcB attention pay, 
 
 Kegard this without failing; 
 Thy foes are lurking on the way. 
 
 Will turn thy joya to wailing. 
 As years roll round thy frame decays, 
 
 In awful maze you wonder; 
 Reflecting back thy youthful dayt, 
 
 Forever gone and numbered. 
 Oh! is it then a fact, that you 
 
 Do stand rank'd with the aged? 
 As you have heard, the old must go; 
 
 This oft your grief assuaged: 
 But true, the evening shades appear, 
 
 The night of death advancing; 
 Viewed once far off, but 0, how neaf, 
 
 Thy every thought enhancing: 
 But possibly you may escape, 
 
 By baffliBg death tome way. 
 
 'Tis a fatal plan at any rate,' 
 
 Death and you will meet some ixy. 
 How frail at best, thy mortal frame. 
 
 Perceive thy strength decaying; 
 Life's incidents give birth to pain, 
 
 Whilst conscience is upbraying: 
 Thy jet black hair a project takes, 
 
 That it will change its color; 
 In spite of threats and strong rebukes. 
 
 Mix black and white together. 
 Those brilliant eyes, alas! grow dim. 
 
 Discern not objects passing. 
 And thou art forced to take and bring 
 
 The spectacles or glasses; 
 Apledgethatdeath will close thine eyes, 
 
 Soon pass unto thy long home, 
 And relatives may heave a sigh. 
 Whilst thou art in the dark tomb. 
 
 ON l^EADING ANDREWS' BOOK ON UNIVERSALISM. 
 
 Oh, AndrawB, Andrews, know therefore 
 Thy works are rotten to the core; 
 Deluded mortal, blinded soul. 
 Like Elimus, the sorcerer bold, 
 Bank error in thy works do shine. 
 Through everj' section, page and line. 
 Conclusions make, assertions palm, 
 Jehovah justice wilt not damn. 
 Thou flattering titles doth bestow 
 On mystery Babylon, God's great foe. 
 In whom is found tha blood of souls. 
 Arrayed in scarlet, decked with gold; 
 Thy works are fraught and big with evil, 
 Thou surely yoked art with the devil. 
 That Jesus Christ^is God on high. 
 Blasphemously thou doth deny; 
 By him the worlds burst into view, 
 To him all angels homage do. 
 Here lies the mystery of the plan. 
 To view him God as well as man; 
 
 For to reject this strong foundation. 
 
 Will surely end in dread damnation; 
 
 That Universalists doth avow 
 
 To Jesus Christ they will not bow; 
 
 You'll find it, Sir, a sine qua non. 
 
 Without this faith you are undone. 
 
 Let tears of blodl flow from thy eyes, 
 
 Since Universalists will deny 
 
 To honor great Immanuel's name. 
 
 Of you alone he'll be ashamed 
 
 To frame yoirr system to a level. 
 
 Deny the being of a devil. 
 
 Unconscious how it gratifies 
 
 The evil spirit'thui to lie. 
 
 Then do his works with heart and will, 
 
 His captiv«s are led by him still. 
 
 Unto your Father give good ear, 
 
 Thus deny hell and never fear; 
 
 Your qualms have ceased and pass'd away, 
 
 And now deny a judgment day. 
 
 ON THE DEATH OF AN INFANT AND ONLY SON, 
 
 JAMES FLEMIN, DIED AUG. 12th, 1851. 
 
 Sweet little babe, our cherub son. 
 By Heaven's decree thy race hath run ; 
 Oh, why such haste to pass away. 
 To moulder with thy mother clay, 
 And leave thy parents here in wo. 
 To mourn thy exit here below, 
 Whose every fibre of their mind 
 With their lov'd boy was intertwined. 
 
 And would have kept him here below, 
 From joys sublime, where seraphs glow. 
 Then, parents, weep and mourn no more, 
 He's anchor'd safe on Canaan's shore. 
 Bless God who took, and say amen, 
 Bless God, you hope to meet again 
 Thy cherub boy, with his gem'd crown, 
 Mid seraph tones in thrilling sound. 
 
MISCELLANEOUS SUBJECTS, 
 
 VANITY OF DRESS. 
 
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 Let females all adorn in flowers, 
 
 In artificials glow; 
 Still bear in mind there is an hour, 
 
 When death shall bring thee low. 
 And is the grave thy house, thy home, 
 
 That bourne whence none returns? 
 Thy mortal part lias in the tomb, 
 
 A banqueting for worms. 
 'Til wisdom, then, to deck the soul, 
 
 That never dying part; 
 Thy casket here shall soon wax cold, 
 
 Oh, regulate thy heart. 
 
 For what avails to deck the ship, 
 In Nature's brightest colors, 
 
 When she's a reeling round to sink, 
 Would be the height of folly. 
 
 Oh, then, the way, you will demand, 
 To happiness and joy! 
 
 'lis faith in Jesus — that will stand- 
 Then what avails thy toys. 
 
 Time, precious time, will soon run out. 
 Thy bloom of life 3 oon pass ; 
 
 Time squandered will thy comforts rout. 
 And die a fool at last: 
 
 PASSING THE JORDAN. 
 
 My darling one, thou art now call'd 
 To pass on through the Jordan high, 
 
 Not on thy strength rest not at all; 
 On Jesus rsst, on him rely', 
 
 Thy sorrows may like billows roll. 
 Wave rush on wave, augmenting still. 
 
 Whilst fiery darts flash through thy soul, 
 Forsake thee, nay — He never will. 
 
 A GRAVE PROPOSITION. 
 
 A grave proposition was made by a Thistle, 
 His majesty swollen, elated with pride, 
 Accosted a cedar all robed in his bristles. 
 Demanded his daughter to be his son's bride. 
 A beast from the mountain this moment pass'd 
 
 And down trod the thistle prostrate to ]the 
 earth. 
 
 Perceive ye the moral in Jotham'i reply? 
 Then crush the first motion of pride in the birth . 
 
 EPITAPH. 
 
 See, gentle reader, here I rest. 
 By death's cold hand was call'd away; 
 
 Like you, I once had life and breath, 
 Prepare ye all to follow me. 
 
 Of dust thou art, to dust return: 
 Thif sentence awful fell on man; 
 
 And, gentle reader, thou art one 
 Whom death will grasp with iron hand. 
 
 But hark! what tones death's victims shout, 
 0, Death! where is thy sting? 
 
 By death Immanuel pluck'd it out, 
 Thus life from death be brings. 
 
 EARTH RAN HER ANNUAL RACE. 
 
 Earth ran her annual race once more around the sun 
 Since my first-bom bid mourning friends good bye; 
 
 Not him alone, but Sarah, thou must run, 
 And reach the goal of immortality. 
 
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