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In some coming time Canada will be free. Oh, my God ! When he gave his command to his Forces, all would at his word arise. And the lyre of Heaven would be touched To his honor. The golden ray.? of the sun Would be shed upon him ; By the great Jehovah's hand He is protected. Oh, this day I met With his noble science— I HOURS OF REFLECTION. He sought for Freedom, The British lords were all against him, He wished to see his country free, He would willingly give his life to Obtain his country's freedom. He left His country, but in coming time He will return, with ten thousand Hosts obtain revenge. He swears by all That is sacred in Heaven, that Canada Shall be free — and English lords Shall no longer preside over that Virtuous land. Oh! let Canada be Free ! What nation has suffered more, What nation ought to have her freedom More than*this glorious province ? Did Greece by Rome suffer more, Or Africa pay greater Taxes ? Let the Gods of War and the Gods of Honor preside. And when the hellish Hounds of Britain come, Let the noble Patriot's thrust the Glittering spear turn their incorruptible Hearts. Oh, Oh ! for Heaven's sake If there is Justice in Heaven, Let the Almighty arm that presides Over the destinies of Nations Break asunder the chains That keep them in oppression ; Now if you have the honor, Most noble Warrior's, strike for Liberiy. Will you die Slaves ? Or, will you die Freemen 1 Or will you carry to your graves The honor, that you your sacred Blood for the freedom of Canada. Oh ! let it be told that you died And gave your life for the freedom of Your own glorious country. ylOTTRS OF REFLECTION. „ SCRAPS Medic us fallo Man needs to live Three lives to know . How to live one. He may think He is enjoying the Blessings of practice, Yet in the vaults of hell, , He may be as wise As Moses or Socrates, and Yet cannot see that Humans conciluan eado. Tue segues, oh Deut As thou hast last Given thy command Repentance and salvation. Nox nata ingruo Ac Alexander Darius frugo, Reason leads man From darkness to the God of light. let every man raise His voice to the honor And the praise of his God, When you die, die in your glory, Deur sum juidix O, I tremble when 1 think to see so Many that are to appear at the bar. Ago tre gratia, O ! Dens ! that you have So long|kept around Me the golden chai^o t protection; Nesta legent utor HOURS OF REFLECTION, Tuas judicium. I Wish not to lead any Man astray from truth. The God of Reason The Gods of Holiness Constitute one God, DECEIT. the first time That I with her Met, many happy Hours when together In solitude spent, "When I first saw The black sparkling Eye, and the golden Ringlet hair on Her white marble neck, As it was raised by Zephyrs, As she stood in her fathers Mansion — with hand wiping From her eye and rosy cheek The rolling tear of affection, 1 bid her adieu. And she spoke ? And her tears rushed again, And she laid her head upon His hand and gave a sigh. I rejoiced much When I with her first met, But ten times more when I left her. Although she resembles a Grecian Goddess — as fair as an Italian maid, And as virtuous as the Goddess of Rome. I despise her not — although She is treacherous and wise, And ten thousand pounds HOURS OF REFLECTION. Would not obtain her real estate We have sported in the forest Hunt and the giddy dance, Thus she kindly offered ^her hand And smiled at first, and Spoke — -and she spoke to me kindly We shall be happy, if we are wedded, By the powers of Heaven ! And all that is virtuous on earth I had rather be free, than to be bound To such a treacherous dame as Thee. I have seen many happy In bands of felicity — but ten Times more in the deepest torrent Of Tarfarius. THE RIVAL. One would think By your appearance you Were|as great as Plotinus, A friend of Gallianus, but Your reasoning is so that Fools may see its faults and Teach you wisdom. You believe man is immortal, His soul existed before his birth, Do you call yourself a second Plato? I should think by your reasoning That you was taught in His School. You are so corrupt That you cannot find a resting Place within Hell, or within Heaven ; You are barr'd from the sacred Heave And despised by the devils in Tartarias. All the sacred gods Would dip the spears of war HOURS OF REFLECTION. In your blood to poison their foes. Once you might touch the lyre Of Heaven, and all around you Would have been silent, Great Gods would have done you honor, But you have fetched disgrace Upon yourself—disobeyed his laws And thus deprived yourself Of happiness, and all rejoiced when They saw you thrust from His throne, down the long road To hell ; and your groans As you were going, were more Amusing than the songs that You sent from your harp. You were too mean for The wolves to feast on your Blood and flesh. Let your eyes Be closed .with plates of brass, And your voice never more heard, Only when it is expressing your Wretchedness, and let yourfame Go down with your bones. The Goods of Justice will all sign The declaration, to never have You again appear upon this earth, For you have fetched more sin Than the law when it was sent. And if you have friends, let Them weep, because you were not Taken before, and let all those That hold to virtue stand, and defend The Gods of holiness, and keep This polluted man from the land. HOURS OF REFLECTION. SOLITUDE, O, Deliver me from Solitude — give'me pleasure. It is worse for me to Stop with the noble day. I have seen many, with Them drank the cup of Wine, and sported in the Giddy dance, and yet was wretched, He this eve from his bed Arose, and to her door Went for a viceans intent- It was to take her life. He from his brpast pulled A glittering dagger, and Towards her advanced. He paused, He could not do the deed. Be I a coward — then he Deeply drank from, and then He paused. Is it right for Me to take her innocent life. He then advanced towards her Bed with his dagger raised, And looked on her rosy Cheek. O, I cannot take her life, He drank again. O by the Sacred Gods I will do it, He throwed the glittering dagger To her heart — -he heard the groan. When she struggled He saw the blood From her heart flow, He fainted and fell before her, Because he thought she was 10 HOURS OF REFLECTION. Treacherous, he took her life, He did not reflect that she Was not the cause of the treason. i will swear that 1 will Never witness another dead, Nor sport with another dame — I have spent a fortune and my life. It reminds me of Solomon His words I will not quote. For they are familiar to You, I say keep the laws of virtue. If you have them hold Them, until you can Get three times their value, 'Tis impossible to find a virtuous dame. From Grece's sacred walls To Andrica I have roved, I have never found an honest Dame or Goddess in foreign land. There are those that will To you by their appearance Make you think that they Are virtuous dames. There are honest ones It has been my misfortune, Or good fortune never to find One, all things are for the best, When he stepped, all beneath His feet shook, and when He spoke, and all the angels . |n Heaven trembled and wept. His law was love, his Word fixed the destiny of Empires, His wrath would send ten HOURS OF REFLECTION. 11 Thousand to hell for disobedience. Although he died holy — died A ruler of the world — lover Of salvation — his declaration Would raise nations from the dead, This is not the man, * Whom was ruined and arose In three days, and ascended to Heaven, he was inferior to him. This day I saw her enter into The Cathedral Church, in Italy, She had the form of Minerva And Venus, according to the^description, She possessed eloquence And was much distinguished, She excelled all Goddesses in music, But her appearance was disgraceful. She intended to marry Rich, but her father's misfortunes Turned her destiny. She wept hard at her misfortunes, He would labor to obtain Means to keep her in the giddy dance- To sport with British lords and French County It was impossible for her to obtain courtesy. She wept, alas ! Oh, why is it That I cannot have the courtesy Of English lords and French Counts, As well as those that are worth pounds. I can sport and sing, And in the forest hunt, and giddy dance •Converse with the Archangels of Heaven, And touch the Lyre of David. As she spoke these word?, she wept,. 12 HOURS OF REFLECTION. She spoke of her fame, And the different countries She had seen — they- were Egypt and Italy. But 'twas all in vain for her To quote this~to the lords, You know not how to Please counts and lords. If you have wealth, man Would despise the honorable sage You had rather ride your steeds Over the crumbling walls of Troy, As long as you have not learned The first laws of nature, And have not respect For your God nor your fellow-man. TRAGEDY. Priest. Oh ! Oh ! holy, just, sacred and Divine, powerful and all- wise, The giver of every good and perfect gift, The cause of all things. Oh my Sacred God, my only true God, On Thee I rest, as I anl Am here reviving, on the Holy Spirit, my only nourishment. My only guide, is the word of God. ; Tis the only fountain, tis the only source That man can obtain everlasting salvation. Oh return ye fallen race, Why will ye fetch eternal damnation Upon your own heads, when You can by your own works Obtain salvation. JSight. Oh tell me what is the cause These sacred walls to fall, HOURS .OF REFLECTION. 13 Is it by a just and sacred God ? Tifoat you have so long Worshipped as a true Redeemer ; Will he send devastation And desolation, and make All his followers slaves to Infidels ? Now why can you Call on the just and sacred God When he; r builds up kingdoms And Empires, and say That he is the cause of all Things. Do you charge him with Infamy. You say he is just and JSacred ; and yet the author of sin. Oh ! you poor bigot behind me get, You des'jrve'not the name of a man To slander your sacred God. Deist. An quhquam suen ussus Honro sui ut crucio, But there are many That, know the cause Of his existence ; there Is r.ot but one cause ^ That power made every Thing exist. You say ?Jan is free to act ; when he was Designed for some purpose Do you think your philosophy Is true — will it bear reasoning, You must be insane To think that such philosophy Is true ; you take the power From God when you say That man is free. For he was created By an overruling, all- wise, ever Existing, made everything to act As he designed it. As the worlds That are unknown to man perform 14 HOURS OF REFLECTION. Their revolutions harmoniously. And man, who is the king Of the land • can vhnt Different worlds, con verse With different nations And take from the laibratory Of Heaven ; the electricity That will raise man from the dead, All these things are carried on By one power. That power Is the God of all. If' Man was a self-creator He would be free to ac t, But now he is dictated By a power that guides .him Harmoniously as he doei-s Jupiter around the sun. Priest. Oh you vain wise and self Conceited, wise in your own Wisdom for there are more Of the Church or State will Agree with you ; deprive Man of his liberty ? You say That he is not free to act Because he is not a self Creator. Cannot that high All- wise, powerful being create* A man free. Deist, I say he cannot. If out Of the power of God or man To create anything free to act As I have said before, it acts As it was designed. It was His intent. At the foundations of 1 he world to make all things Work consistent ; because you Differ from me. You have No right to call me an HOTJrtS OF REFLECTION, 15 Infidel. This .pleases the God of Nature, to see many Deluded by one. This was so Designed by him, that one Man may be thousands ; It is out of the- power ofyou To tell, what the spirit of Your God is ; and yet you Say that you are called By him to preach his law, But all the acts of man ; His transgressions, the Violations of the law, and all The prayers that he utters "Will not turn his face, It will not send him to Heaven Nor keep him from Hell. Priest. Do you think there is a Heaven f- Deist. No ! I think there is no Heaven, Only his grave ; that is eternal Happiness. He never awakes From his slumber • His spirit Never rises, to be wafted by Earebut upon the liquid sulphur Of Tartarius. He has no Spirit to arise. He is born Without a spirit, dies without A spirit, and saved by the Arm of his sacred God. Priest. This God that you say Is your just God, That you say saved you In the name of Heaven, and all That is sacred — what was That to be saved of you ? You say that you have no Spirit, and I declare by all That man has a spirit— 16 HOURS OF REFLECTION". A spirit of life and nothing more. You must be a fool, like all Other Deists, that endeavor to Prove that man is not free, And has not a soul for Salvation. I would be one of The most wretched beings in God's Kingdom, if I did not Believe that I had a soul For salvation. Deist. When I speak of the soul I mean that part of man Which you Have no right' to say what is Sin or what is not. It may Please him to see nations Against nations, and ten thousand Of his noblest subjects bleeding, And yet may be pleasure to him—. 22 HOURS OF REFLECTION, And yet, you say it is a sin If this was not the will of God Why would it be done. For he Has formed the spear and placed it In his hand, to shed the blood Of his sacred son — and left the Jews yet in their sins, and By his hand has driven them O'er the world. Oh ! you poor Fool behind the Gate, if you Can't read better than you Have yet. Nigld. I have returned, I have seen The towering halls of China, The, ruined temples of Greece and Rome. And the place where our beloved Saviour gave his life, I must Say that there is a God that Presides over the destinies of man After I have seen this desolate Land — and after reading the Prophesies of Saints — the Christian Has the best guide. I have for Many days been driven by the Tempests upon the main like, And iron which has no point To sail left in the dark shades Of devastation, and stood upon The verge of hopeless despair, I can no longer withhold the Invitations of salvation. Deist. By what one have you been So deluded — before that Goddess went, you had a Consistent mind, but by some Power, whether 'twas by that Goddess or by some bigoted Priest — you have been turned HOURS OF REFLECTION, 23 From your true doctrine, The last night that we Together drank, you to me Declared, that those believers In the resurrection, were insane, Night* I thought that I was wise, And I could reason and Confound the angels of Heaven But I have drank and drank Deeply of the fountain of knowledge s And found from my sacred God And obtained salvation. That God of reason whom I have Solong'held to — is not the One for my guide. You with Me drank to him, as we would To Bacchus, but I beseech thee ; Oh ! friend ! In the name of Heaven, and the Goddess of truth To come with me. As long As you have beeD wandering And drank to every fountain- Of knowledge, how is it possible That you have not found the Gods of Salvation. Deist, I have found him and would not Sacrifice my gods for ten Thousand fictitious ones like Yours. He never has advanced To you the knowledge that can Tell the causes and effects. Faith Is all you have, and faith is what Saves you from damnation, A-nd despise the God of Reason, Priest, Oh! how can you speak thus Against one that has turned To God — we must take the Sacred writ, before reason? 2\ HOURS OF REFLECTION. For that is not the guide for Man, for every one reasons for Himself, they think they reason Correct and yet is false, and this Makes the different doctrines And each sect think the other False. That we must turn To the standard, as the Counsellor does to his books, For if each one was allowed To establish a law for himself There would be no need of counsel No need of one to preach the Word of God — the Atheist, the Deist, and the midnight Assassin Would declare that they were Doing right — but you know According to the God you Hold to, we must have a Guide that is given by some Higher power than man. Deist. It is true we must have, But you seem to class me With the Atheist. I will Pardon you on this point, for You know not the difference. Their doctrine is more inconsistent Than yours. I wish to have you Tell me before we part, what The spirit is that lives not to die. Priest. I cannot define, hut I believe And have faith that man is a Spirit of sensation after life And I would sacrifice my own Life before I would give up This belief. For that God The true God is my hope. Nou fra lasiadmon HOURS OF REFLECTION, Prossom relectus serild. Night, I should you would not Write, if you had no more Than you have used You are deprived of all Common sense. You have Here approved, advanced your Doctrines, and argued faith Against Reason. You have Failed in every point, and Fetched disgrace upon Yourself and upon your sect, I wish not to sustain your Deistical doctrines, nor I will Not go with thee, but he has More reason, as I have Said before to confound the Angels of Heaven, but you Are deluded by the prophecies Of Daniel and believe that man Can ascend to Heaven. Yet I do not hold to the Same God that he does, Nor to your God. I have A God of my own, and that Is the God of Truth. But I believe that man Is saved, but it is impossible For one to ascend to Heaven, But he is saved in the grave Of Eternal sleep. But I Will pardon thee on this Point if you will declare That you wish the Deist Will never more enter For they can confound the Wisest of thine that ever spoke For they have the God of Reason 3 26 HOURS OF REFLECTION. To contend divine against the God of Faith. Dame. Come let us go to the forest Chase and leave those halls of Solitude and desolation, leave This superstitious sect of this Land — 1 had rather listen to The howlings of the wolves, the Shrieks and groans of the Dying soldier, than to listen To the inconsistent doctrines of That old divine. Come with Me my noble Night; this night We will spend in songs And the giddy dance, and Drink the sacred wine from The golden cup. A TRAGEDY. Charles of York. He mounted his Steed, he sprang with all His might, and said, come ye Sportsmen boys to the battle ground, His foes on him rushed — spring Ye noble warriors with all your Might — Give no quarters unto the Rebels ! They have sought for my Life, and 1 will give no quarters Without a cause. They are thirsting For my blood. Once I had Done them a kindness, and I supposed That they were my friends, 1 would sacrifice my life in The battle-field — but now 1 will Do all that is in my powet, And pray for the assistance Of the Gods of War. Your HOURS OF REFLECTION, 27 Life, your honor, are all Dependent upon this battle, If you succeed in this cause Your name is forever inscribed Upon the books of Fame And remembrance, and by all that Is in Heaven, Oh I my noble Warriors, if we do not succeed In this battle against these Hellish foes, we are forever Placed in obscurity, Despised, forsaken, and called Traitors to our country, Oh ! I all beseech thee in The name of Heaven, the Gods Of honor and fear liberty! Will you die with this disgrace, Go down to your grave with that Name inscribed upon your Forehead, a Traitor to your Country. He paused for a Moment — all was silent, He gave a command, cur Foes are coming, we must Fight for our lives. Oh ! we must Fight ! They to battle entered, The sounding of the spears, as Loud as the distant thunders of Heaven, as they clashed. The Fire from thern illuminated All around, as if electricity From Heaven was sent. The battle was long, but Charles had to fall ; his arm Was too weak to wield his Sceptre against his foes. They on him rushed, and From his breast plucked his 28 HOURS OF REILECTJON. Noble heart, and upon his Glittering spear carried it, And sung the songs of joy, That they this tebel had conquered. But all those that were srived Of Charles* army wept and sighed, And said, I would have willingly Have given my life to save my Leader. I had rather die Than lo return to my native Land with the corpse of Charles. Peter of Lancaster. Weep not you noble soldiers ! You fought with all j our power, You fought like brave soldiers. If Charles were living now, He would not condemn you, His spirit will meet you in Heaven, and there will give Honor ; and when your Countrymen learn of this battle They will not despise you. Peter the Great. Art thou so mean — I Thought you were my friend*, You have taken my brother's heart From his thoris — you have proved Treacherous. You declared by fill That is sacred, that you as A nation did hold h ; s Works to be sacred, because His arm was weak, and true To his country. You wish to Dethrone him, but may the Gods of justice do justire to you. Charles. I appear before you once more, You have taken from me Nothing more than my heart, My spirit yet exists. You HOURS OF REFLECTION, 2& Cannot do me harm, And I will return on thee With ten thousand hosts, Like the voice speaking from Heaven, and g|ve them command, And you may strive — and strive With all your powers, but it Will be in vain to reach me : When I over you preside, And by the consent of Heaven, I will disperse your land, You called me a coward, when I was your counsellor — but now J will make thee tremble, Groan and fall before me, and Weep — because it was not right* I refused your wishes, You had to call me a traitor. Garlqus. I say you have not courage, You fought like cowards, Obliged not to save your Couritry, nor keep your Independence, only like All other cowards, fought to Save your lives. If your Spirit has appeared, and You have boasted of your Fame and power, and declared it Is sanctioned by the Gods of Heaven that you spieacl desolation O'er the land. Vas count Enters. Oh ! stop my noble lords, Do not spend your time Conversing with a coward — Although he says that he Enacted good laws — had Good intent — but his actions Prove that he is using his 30 HOURS OF REFLECTION'. Grealest endeavors to become King of the land. I considered Him a man, when I first In council saw him. I Supposed that he was true to His country — but since I Saw his last administration I would as soon thrust a Dagger to my heart, as to Live under him — for I had Rather die by my own cause, Than to have a scoundrel Take my innocent blood. For it is more honor to man To die a freeman, than to die A slave, and have to take his Own life. Oh! he is gone, No more will that polluted Flesh, or corrupted spirit, bring Pestilence into this sacred and Glorious country, Martha.' Oh ! how can you speak thus of My friend and lover, as he is. You Once loved, and now his greatest Foe, how can it be possible — The strongest nerves affection That ever between two existed. I thought they existed between You I should — the angels Of Heaven had been turned Out, and paradise converted Into a Hell, as soon as To think that the ties would Have been broken between you two. Nancianus. Is he your lover ? I had Rather love the heathen than Such a coward. Martha, He is not a coward — look HOraS OF REFLECTION. 31 At the history of his baUles, He sulfered to haveUais henrt Taken from its theoris. See The manner that he spoke To his noble soldiers. With The greatest eloquence, he used The most exertion to urge Them on to battle. Na?icia?ms. He is a coward! It is Sanctioned by the Gods of War. I saw him run to the forest, He left his armour to save His own life — when he needed His assistance. Martha, He did not wish to contend With the Barbarian, who is devoid Of all principles of honor In state or in war. He would As soon sacrifice the life fegg 4 Of his dearest friend to Carry out his design — as he Would to do him a kindness, Oh, why can you bianie him For not wishing to contend Against such a Heathen. Belgamus enter. You have been speaking of Honor — what do you know, If you had lived in the time Of the Spartans, or seen the Greeks .Besiege Troy, and seen how The Romans fought, how Willingly the Americans flew, Their blood for liberty, then You might know what One would sacrifice for Honor, you may flatter Yourself that you were as Brave as s >me of tie Gn'i.ii 32 B0T7RS OF REFLECTIOr:. Goddesses, or the Spartan dames You would faint to see the Glittering spear thrust to the Heart of your dearest friend And much less you dare Not enter into the battle field, And yet you have insulted Martha because she loved Charles the Great. Before you Try to defend others, examine And see if you are pfifect. Peter. What cause have you To insult this dame. She has not tried to Injure you, she has never Tried to dishonor you In war. Oh ! you have Made her weak, for you Have forced yourself into her Company, degraded her, You have sent to her more Than a Barbarian would To his oppressive foe. From This hall flee! Or I will thrust A spear to your heart, And. never let me hear You ever speak that to a Goddess of honor. Cad. I am not the man, but I Can teach you your letters And honor. Peter. Why do you not Show it in your conversation You know nothing of literaiure, And yet you have the audacity To tell me that you can Teach me my letters and honor. Cad. J assert again I can do it, HOURS OF REFLECTION. 33 I have taught the wisest in Rome, and you are only wise In your own conceit. Thus You spoke light of one in A slandering tone, ask Me if I was not the man That introduced letters into Greece. You did it to insult Me ; hy the powers above, if Those words from your lips Ever fall again. I'll have Yonr carcass upon the Anutounist's Table for dissection, and let Them see what a corrupted Heart that is enclosed within Such vile apparel. Edward. What do you think of Isaih. Peter. I think he is a great writer But given to licentiousness. Edward, Don't charge him with that Infamy. One of the greatest Writers — the Great Jehovah Ever employed — yon have the Audacity to say that one of Gods holy children, is Ltd away to licentiousness. Peter of Athens. Do you think that is charging With Infamy ? The best part That ever wrote, was given To Licentiousness and his ctrp? s And why if this is sanctioned By ilie Gods, why can you Charge him with doing wrong When we are commanded to Replenish the land, and yet one Of the great writers tell us It is better to live as I live, 34 norrcs of inflection. But we know not because he never Married, but did as Solomon did. Mathias enter. I think he was a good and Virtuous man, but still we must take Into consideration the lime That they lived. They honored The Gods of Wine, and what We think is licentious, they Think is virtuous. Peter. I ask your pardon if I have Offended you. I did not think You belonged to the same class, But now it gives me impression That you like your cups and dames. As he who kept rive Hundred concubines. Mathias. What under you — cb you intend To make me mad. T did not Come this eve to fight with You, or contend for the Honor of ancient sages. They acted as they thought Was consistent and you say That I am given to licentiousness- Retract those words or I never Can see you as my friend. Peter. Let me drink, lay all these Hard feelings aside, let us ' Go to the theatre, and when We retorn, dance till three O'clock in the morn, and drink This sacred wine. Oh! lam Your friend, I did not intend To hurt your feelings. Elvad. The rays of the glittering moon at Midnight lighted her path Through her father's palace ; Next I saw her with her lover. HOIKS OF REFLECTION, 35 He from her rosy lips took The parting kiss, and bid her Adieu, and lovely Melissa wept, Peter from Varuna. It is our only design to Live for each other's happiness. It Is our duty to sacrifice our Own interest often times to The interest of-dur fellow-beings, Jared. Oh! why can you say this. Is Man to sacrifice his happiness Because one other man disobeys His laws, is he to give up All that he has, when he Sees his friend in trouble. This is against the laws of Nature, and the God of Nature, When you advocate this Doctrine, I know that he will Not think it true, Peter. This makes you tremble, when I tell you the sacred truth. Jared. We know by experience and every Day's observation, that it is the Law of nature. If it was not It would never be sanctioned, Martha. Oh do not make so light Of this guilt, oh it is a Sacred question, and the Gods of redemption. Lord Saltus. I think that is not wrong For man is given to lust. For it is so decreed by all Above, that the laws that Dictate man, do not keep Him from licentiousness, For I have been in the Church These ten years. Bishop. This is not the place for you #6 HOURS OF KtiFLElTiOX. To display eloquence, even if You had it, but I am sure That you have not — and you Are a fool to appear in The pulpit, before this Literary audience. Edward. You are talking of eloquence an<2 Why not of war. It is time for You to prepare you? country This night is invaded. Galleanus. I am an opposer of war. I wish To speak of that which does not Meet my desire, but is necessary For the nation is invaded, to use The greatest exertions to defend it. Edward. I see that you are a coward, I placed confidence in you. But you have left me, By that was the cause of my Death, this night must I fait. Narcianns. Must you fall this night. Because the coward left ? Edward, When a man insists you » Have confidence, Narcianus. He did it to obtain a favor, Not of a good intent. Bacarious. Come with me, I will Relieve Edward, and fetch Him from the enemy ; And may the Goddesses Sinj?, as they on the rugged Clefts stand — and may the Tempest and the waves obey His command— as the Lofty Pine buds to the Tempest, may his foe bow To him and ask pardon. And may he drink from The fountains, nnd if he need HOUES OF REFLECTION. 37 For assis'ance, let the rolling Spirits rise in the battle field, Naucianus. Oh ! this is not too much for You to do. O noble Bacarious, I will add to what you Said, when his bones are Mouldering, may the noble Spirit arise and proclaim His fame. Bice. You belong to a noble sect ,• You siy that you belong to The Baptists, and think that you Are the holiest of all Christians. And yet your sect is raised By those who are the most corrupt Of any Christian sect. Martha. He is a man, why do you Speak thus of him. Rice. He is not a man. I saw Him steal a quarter from the Eyes of a corpse, and yet you Call him a Christian. Martin. This is no harm, for it is his Father. H? wished to keep the Estate in his own hands. Dufcp. Why have you tried to defame This man. He is the first in the Church. You did not speak Of the time he was imprisoned. Bice. This makes me tremble ; I think I have more conscience now than I ever had before. That a man Of the church would steal, and Take the money that closed his Father's eves. Oh ! for heaven's Sake thru>t this scoundrel to The lower regions, and let him Sup for ever on the liquid sulphur, 4 38 HOURS OF REFLECTION. Lorenzo. This is too haid ; he has repented Three times, Let him go if he Will take his oath to never steal Again. Duke. I have received enough of your insults ; It makes my blood curdle. If you were a man of fame, I would through your heart Thrust this glittering dagger. Cad. I saw the Duke enraged : The dagger in his hand roved. As I turned to speak to my Friend I heard a groan, and 1 turned to leave, and saw his Foe bleeding upon the ground. No question was asked ; he mounted His fiery steed, and to forest went. Broihelus. I saw the Duke three years from That time in Paris; yet he was Not happy, and I could not see Thai he was miserable, for he Enjoyed himself with the Count, And three times a day with Strangers. Oh ! what a looking Eye ; it looked horrible ; It looked like rire. I gave him my hand, We parted, but he could Not speak. Alburton. Oh ! must I say it, my friend, This day I leave you for A foreign clime, and I wish That you could with me. Go and leave those behind — But here are my words, Farewell, my lord Alburton. Vascount. He this day in prison placed For speaking of his rights and of HOURS OF REFLECTION. 3.9 His own country, and show to the Lords how his nation had Been used, and he made this Wish Id the halls of legislation, That Ireland might be Free. They seized him And placed him in bondage For this. He rested confind In chains until his friends Made England tremble, and They threw the doors open, And when he came to the Bar to speak, he found none That dare oppose him. When He spoke, all before him Trembled ; the beasts of the woods. Where the noble lion to them Roars, all was silent as If the lyre of heaven had been Touched. O ! may he who Presides over empires, give Consent that this mighty Arm rise the sceptre and Make Britain bow as she Has made nations bow to her. What would be more amusing Than to hear her with cannons G^ing down to the pit. But if we render evil for Evil, it is nothing more Than what she deserves. Oh! let her fall ; she shall Fall, there is nothing that can Save her. You can see it Inscribed upon the golden Heavens. " England shall fall" She by her own works has Fetched the fire upon herself - 40 - HOURS OF REFLECTION. And such weight will finish her. Not as soon as Ninevuh When Jonah made the declaration. Alburlon. What is the cause of England Committing that injustice Upon China. She had ro Cause, she had no honor. She never has shown honor Nor respect to nations. She Would never give quarter Only when she was forced to. Vascount. See how the Romans u^ed the Greeks; how insulting the Roman Counsellor spoke to them, Then turn to noble Britain, She is perfect to what Rome Was. Rechint. Virtuous, fair and noble form, Her eyes as brilliant as Mars, She moves with the dignity of Grecian goddess, and yet she is A British dame. I cannot Bear to hear you speak thus Of England. The ties of love Are as strong as Cleopatra's Was for Mark Anthony ; She would give her life Before she would see her Friend massacred. O never let Me ever more hear you speakj Thus of Biitain. Vascount. I did not intend to say Any thing but what is true, And lean prove it. I Will declare that I will Not retract one word. Pickins. Do you intend to insult me, So superior to .thee. And as HOURS OF REFLECTION. 41 You have taken the dignity To talk to lords, and I the Least of them all, if you Commence conversation again I will lay thee lifeless. Here you coward, inferior as you Are, beneath notice of a slave. Vascount. A lord. How did you come By this name. You know not Your letters; cannot write Your name. And yet you Call yourself a lord; a Nobleman from England ! You poor fool ! Go to your Glorious country and live under The lion, and never again come To America to boast of your Order. Go with the disgrace Upon yourself, as your Countrymen did when they Last fought and tried their Bravery. Pickins. She had respect for your country* She might this day had you In bondage. She has protected You. Without her assistance You could never have been. And this is sanctioned by All that is sacred and declared By all, that Britain alone Gave birth to this noble Republic. It is sign € d and sealed by him Who presides over your country. 42 HOURS OF REFLECTION, THE COUNSELLOR, O thou art a sage ; into the Co ms you do appear with great Dignity, and arise before the Ju y to proclaim your eloquence. An I yet you are dispised by Every one ; so mean, so inferior, Thit you do not deserve the name Of counsellor. I said that Yo i were a sage ; considered so On y by yourself. When you Ab oad do go, you would assume A dignity of some British lord. La ;t night I saw you wa!k through Th • classic halls, and the day When all around you was Silent, listening to the eloquence Of the orators of the day, you Ha 1 to arise amongst the Multitude in order to obtain Notice; you were at home, There was no more notice Taken of you than of a slave, And you bore the name of Stealing swine, and yet you boast Qf |>eing the noblest son of Mount Vernon. \ r ou are so High in your own estimation That you can ascribe your Name on the sacred cencave Heaven, and touch the sacred lyre And counsel with the gods. If this was true, what would Not God's noblest works say For counselling with such a man. But he in never counsel fell, HOURS OF REFLECTION. 43 You would make the gods blush And hide their faces upon the Several altars to such a being Appear before them. He from the Sacred fountain sprung, but by Some cause he in the holy Water was tinctured by some Corruptible essense. But he is Nourished so long it is necessary To take every drop of blood And cleanse his heart, and from the Living spring of holiness give To him a new birth. He was The first of the church, and three Times a week he with the priest Had quarrelled, and on one Sabbath Morn he plucked the right eye From his bishop, because it Offended him and not the bishop ; And thus he misconstrued the Holy Writ. The Deacons to Him went, and asked him the cause Of this assault, if thine eye Offend, pluck it out. You Have quo'ed this wrong, it is "Thee-." If that is the case, I Will return the eye to this Bishop again. I drink wine Every Sabbath morn, and eat Of bread : and know why I Keep his commands, then I am sure that I shall Live and see heaven. O listen to this insane man, He pollutes the holy church of God, and yet is sure of eternal Salvation, and.'he says that he Holds counsel with him, and 44 HOURS OF REFLECTION. Present an account, and if it is Questioned, and they will not receive Him in, I have a kingdom of My own and lord it myself. The streets are paved with gold, And the sacred fountain as Of Paradise, and those who come To me I will not do like Other lords, send them away To Tartarus. THE COQUET. She was courted By a young count, a Sage by name, but Not by letters and books; He practised law, she Thought he was a Man of fume. She after His hand did seek. But it was in vain foi her To obtain it at that time, Because he courted a Fairy darne of England. He then left this one On some unknown cause, And then he on this one did call And offered her his guilty hand. She then would not accept His hand, for lord Thompson, The wealthy one of Paris, Her company kept anon. He then could not return Unto former one, HOURS OF REFLECTION. 4 5 He was too proud To bow to anjr. Lord Thompson her company Kept until he found Tne faults of his treacherous Goddess, he It ft her in sadness, . Then she wrote a letter to this Young counsellor, -if you now Will accept my hand I will to thee prove true. no, by the gods of Italy, ^ And long as angels sing, And Erebus wafts the blast of TartariuSj I'll ne'er accept. 1 would once deprive Myself of comfort In order to gain your hand, But now I never will. May the blessings of heaven Fall upon you, as the gentle Dews upon (he meadow, or the R;iys of a summer sun. when she received my words She wept, she sighed ; I have Brought this fate upon myself, she cried, 1 had rather die than live. my sacred guardian, If it had not been For Theogonus, 1 this day were happ)\ But he proved treacherous ; Although I said I brought The fate upon myse'f, I ou^ht not to trust his word. 46 HOURS OF REFLECTION. Gallenus and Aristotle, Theophrastus Ought to be reverenced To all coming time, And all their faults forgotten. # If their doctrines were Not all true, if Not all proven so to us, We must make allowance For the time they wrote. They were sincere in their doctrines, As much as Plato was in his, When he wrote of the soul of man. You may drink your Wine to Nacenus. And they will to Beldona, And honest Socrates as much as Plato. Plato's works are immortal As the Apochrapha is to man, But the church yet sustains, For they build upon hypothesis. O! let us drink and close the scene Of sporting upon the Holy Writ, For they will be as happy in their Way — in a lie as the truth. If they have a mind to believe That man has three souls, And believe that all will be saved, They are happy in that belief. And that man who believes That he will ride in a Golden chariot, and carried on The wings of angels in the skies. He is as sincere, and thinks his Doctr ne is as consistent, And if you try to reason, He will call you a fool, HOURS OF REFLECTION, 47 And turn aside in disgust. And pointing to heaven, O there is a God that will Judge in coming time. MARRYING FOR WEALTH Oh 'tis better to have Love and union than to have Discord — although he can Abound in wealth, and obtain r lhe fairest hand of beauty. It is better to live poor And live happy with your love, Than to have ten thousands a year And be in torment. But there Are many that will sacrifice Their happiness for wealth Of a few pounds sterling. But I had rather see union And love sporting in the Dance, drinking the wine, If this can be obtained. Oh, what is more painful Than to see a lord war With his lady. Thus the doctor spoke And unto the fairest one Ever was seen to walk. She wept to hear him speak So affectionately. You must be True or very treacherous to gull Her. I will sacrifice my life To thee, my noble gooddess. If these words are not sincere Only this night accept my hand. Oh she put her hand to her Face and wept, sincerely, as he thought, 48 KOUKS Of UElLECiJoN. She only did so to deceive him. Then she spoke of her character, He was blind to her faults, And thought her speeches true. But asVith all others, she Lied. But one night the Light to him appeared. He Plainly read the tale marked On her hear:, " traitor." Oh why can you speak thus, I have always^ proved sincere. . Oh do not leave me so. Let Us enjoy our souls. Arise and sport in the dance, I have all s to my command, Only accept my hand — I Will to thee give all my charms, Thus he could not withstand This — he fell into her open arms As she wiped the tear drop from Her eye, he laid his hand Upon her heart. May Heaven Witness this moment, and I Will swear to thee protect. A SKETCH. I saw thee in Her golden robes, And on her crown Rested a wreath of wisdom. Which by some Was thought to be Greater than Newton's, Or Demosthenes, or Socrates. His mouth was Like the one that HOURS OF REFLECTION. 49 Fed^the goose that Laid the golden egg. Manv obeyed for Fame, and let him There discern it was Obtained by sacrifice. Did I say sacrifice ? Yes, sacrifice yourself For you cannot sure Obtain it without. DISSIPATION. As Charles to the residence Of his friend ^called on Her, in rules she said As in all lengths and shapes. This Charles minded not But kindly received her He did not notice the Dirt that covered her dress. He saw"nothing but the hags Eyes meanwhile were following The wandering stream, through Valley and over the rocks. The Psalmist swept his hand Over his harp, and to His lip she placed a cup Kept none of sweeter taste. He thought she loved Him, until she from Her bosom drew a dirk. And spilled his heart's blood, Oh, she cried for mercy When she saw what She had done. Oh she could Not govern her temper. 5 50 HOURS OF REFLECTION. She was the noblest That in Vernon ever wouldst I honor, not this treatment, Oh ! obtain your right by Heaven. She had around her whito Neck a golden chain Which he gave her for A token of his remembrance. He has fame and more This man admires his Cat more than his dame, And much a surly mastiff. She placed the chain in The hand which she Drew the dagger from And left in mirth. At first she was Amused, and then Solitude came. She Mistook the sorrows of lovers. From the foundation Of the world, distress never Has sprung from Following the laws of virtue. Charles swore by all That's sacred in Heaven, He loved his foul and Damned lust— she left him. Oh, why do many men Rush as fools, to spend Their time in the merry Song and the giddy dance. They are led by hands Of imagination to burst From the sacred bands of" Philos and become fools. HOURS OF REFLECTION. 51 THE LIBERTINE, As a wolf heart On a innocent lamb, He did intend on Susan by affection. He to her appeared As if he had some Regard — little love For the friend he had named. Oh, he in sacred Words did declare, if 8he left him, he Wculd weep — weep in vain. Like a devil from The vaults of hell, he Resembled which, he Saw her cheek in bashfulness. His eyes like a serpent On the prey sparkled ! Oh, he felt as if the blood In his veins would curdle. Oh at this excitement No contraction at the Dreadful crisis of the act. He fainted and fell. Oh yes, he fell so low He will never rise. Oh, we will weep, To see him weep ! Oh, if you forsake Me now, I cannot Oh I cannot live, My only trust and guide, Oh, I could not Self hurt weep. 52 HOURS OF REFLECTION. When I saw him lie wept for he had repented. Oh, she in him Had confidence, Placed for reason he First deserted her. He never as in song Was a man who had The smiles of Heaven, Found by the Angels. Oh, we read much from The deep old classic Poets who in the Infernal regions wandered. Oh, may the spirit Of Mar's and Neptune, And Jupiter, and Apollo And Minerva and Diana. As they flourished At the great battles of The Grecian days Be found again. Many temples raised To wisdom and honor Were destroyed, and Made a jubilee. He on his noble front Bore the noble Goddess, and left The index of fame, His name was Resounded on her Heart which is The place of affections. Oh, the horrid tale ! He left all alone HOURS OF REFLECTION. 53 Like sorest grief Him far away, she thought. He noble as the Fall of ancient Greece Died as his Susan Unto him appeared. A DREAM. ! the crystal waters that Flow in (he wandering stream, Through the forest and o'er The rugged cliff — where I Have wandered and many a night have Strolled, and on whose banks Have laid me weary down And mused upon the lull Of falling waters, and the rays Of the midnight moon Would light my lone path. 1 was alone ; no companion Except the howling wolf. I Passed the cots of savages, Who sought the blood of the Whites. Oh ! when I come In the sight of one, how Did I tremble. Then thinks I, what a coward ! Then I would be bourne upon The dancing waves, by the Tempests of destruction, Bourne without a friend, Without a farthing, I upon The polluted Euxine was Driven by the Powers of Darkness and the Prince of the Power of the air. But by The hand of smiling 54 HOURS OF REFLECTION. Heaven, the tempest ceased, And around me the golden Chain of protection was thrown, And I was safe. Then next I returned to My native land, expecting To find friends, but they were Gone, all, all gone ! and Some to their rest, and some To distant climes. At first I sat in the old mansion Door reflecting, aud said I, what is my destiny, Am I to live this horrible life, Does not the gods of Justice And Benevolence preserve me As well as others, or am 1 destined for the world of woe. O protect me in this hour ; Give me a cup of nourishment In this solitude — I feel as if My purest blood was running From my heart. I feel like Death. O give me nourishment. Let me drink at the fount of happiness?, Oh my protector, extend to me That cup whose draught is Joy; let me drink deeply, And let me never thirst again, And rise where I shall be happy. THE BATTLE . I saw many in Small groups, with Their spears raised. O they Waxed in ire — there was A stream of fire from spear HOURS OF REFLECTION. 55 To spear extended only, At last the sky looks Like a vault of fire In the realm of Erebus ! At last no one was Left to boast of their Success in war. Each One had a spear Resting in his heart ! All was silent. No Sounds were htard, no Prayers were offered for Salvation — there was no One there to offer them. horrible was the fight ! 1 saw no luminations There — no one that had The mystery of him. They to cast out and make Him as a tiger to a helpless Child. Nothing could Please it more than < To sup in his blood. Each troop were fighting For their king. O her Hand. The king rushed His noble soldiers on, as he Hastened to his side The poor soldiers. Some To each king, and their gallant Ships stood waving their Flags of fire above their heads, And their hands extended Towards the blazing heavens, Asking of the gods of War assistance. There Were none given. Each came to equals, and 56 HOURS OP REFLECTION. Beneath their feet they Trod iheir dying fellows And wept, and then cursed Their gods for their existence. He who will ask such An unjust assistance From his God ought to be Cursed ! Be no one Left to ask of his Own friends assistance That he may obtain from Others. O why do you, O fools ! ask that thing. Reason, if you ask an Explanation^ and if you Reason correctly, you Will find the answer, If not from that, you Cannot find correct Comprehension fools ! to The fountain from whence All streams spiing. Thus you must admit, That the God and the God of nature is the Author of all things. Not but one God, And that is the God Of spirit. He who Says he knows what This God is, is a fool ! You may call him the God Of nature, or the God Of the world, it is the same, Call no man an infidel Whose devotion is under Reason. O for heaven's sake Condemn a sectarian. HOURS OF REFLECTION. 57 HOMOGINUS. O Homoginus, Americ the great, As he sailed on a tempestuous Sea, the briny wave rolling gently Beneath his feet. And the fiery steed obeyed the Rider, the tempter obeys His command, and the Infernal deities. O Homoginus the mighty, Arise from thy slumber ; Seize thy sceptre, and call forth Thy noble warriors to battle. For heaven's sake arouse, Spill the cursed Brilon's-blood. Will you suffer Ireland to be In abject slavery 1 O no ! O suffer death, Homoginous, Before you do it. She ought To be free. O, if God is just, Briton will tremble. He wept, he mourned to see, Ireland oppressed. to God Would I could free her From the British tyranny. O the afflicted fell, with The spear quivering in his heart. O horrible were his groans. O Would that I could save him ! No more his voice is heard On the hills. No more his Counsel is heard in war. O He is gone. O he is gone. Like the rugged hemlock, he Has stood the tempest, and 53 HOURS OF REFLECTION. Now no more. His bones are Wiapt in clay, and zephyrs sing' his dirge, America was not the stage Where he acted. He was American, Of American principles. O For heaven's sake give me liberty. Can such a spirit die ? No ! It will live in America. If no where else. I think It lives in heaven. O ! as I visited the ruins of Carthage, i f . reminded me Of the fate of Hungianus, to See his ship sail in blood. O his goddess' lasses were Wafted by Zephyr on the polluted Blood. Her sparkling eyes were Covered with flowing gore. She fell when her father was Thrusting the sceptre at the foe. He had wielded the sceptre With terrible sway. Next came his uncle ; he Commanded the fleet upon The briny waters, many Visions were on the sea. His fame was known on The Euxine sea. There Were those that would Contend in battle with him. He was versed in the laws, He would look down on The inferior gods. To Converse they were amazed, His mighty arm, like the Golden chain of heaven, itOftftS OF REFLECTION 59 Bound all thrones and Worlds harmonious. He sought to make man Happy with his mighty arm. He protected them and Learned them temperance. He was aroused by the midnight Tempest and the distant thunder. He awoke to the lightning Flashing in the concave heavens. He saw his fate inscribed, and Kead it. He trembled as he Looked to see those wods — that by The hand of the gods were written. ASTLETON COLLEGE. The preacher into his pulpit Went on the sacred day. O his fantastic language Was amusing to those that heard. He with dignity arose, With his hands extended Towards heaven, with his thrilling Words exclaiming— God save the sinner ! O ! a poor old man whose head " War: silvered o'er with age," hearin H ; s words, he wept and trembled In fear of his eternal doom. He counselled all to see if His soul was safe. The preacher told Them, you are commanded to Sustain the Church of God. This revived the old man, thinking His gold might save him. The Preacher told him your case is Sure if you pay me ten pounds sterling. 60 HOURS OP REFLECTION. Some were amazed. Strange Performance was new to them. His trifling words they never Heard before. What eloquence! The noble goddess before him Sung songs to his praise, in The name of the Lord. Thus the Day was spent in worshiping. Angels looked up to them And wept. They in the golden bands Stand as reflectors of the laws Of the God they praised. O we are told that his spirit Comes in the fcrm of Charity. At first it dazzles the eyes Of every servant of heaven. She, with her high forehead and Cheek bones, her mouth open From ear to ear, her teeth Projected, filled the church with song, Her eyes like diamonds of First water, glistened. Her hair In graceful ringlets decked her Neck, as Zephyr waved them. By her side stood a dame Like a Gracian goddess all the Blushing clames stood at the head And filled the house with thunder. SACRILEGE. The lofty walls and Sacred alters were Destroyed by those who Were ambitious for fame. While the altars were Died with blood 4 HOURS OF REFLECTION. 61 From the holy Iamb, And by human hands. If he did not consecrate The blood to his God, Once in seven days, He was condemned. And if they had a Son of sin to the Gods, And they would sacrifice Him, and deck the holy altars, They would say that this Is doing the will of God, For he was the son Of sin, and they sacrificed him, O, one in the age that Wise men spoke, this Does not please him, To see you shed his blood. For I can see the law written Where it is plain to be seen By mortal eye, Thou shalt not kill. He sincerely thought Because his priests told Him thus that he must Take the life of his son. Although he may think That the priest tells-him true And decreed by the Gods, All is not true. Oh, for Heaven's sake Oh, never be led estray, Look and see the superstitions Of olden times, Why then was it their duty To sacrifice an ox, 6 62 HOURS OF REFLECTION. Upon the holy altar For their salvation. And the perfumes thereof Were an odour to them, In the sacred temple, To the pleasure of the Gods. THE COUNT. He with his dame On the golden floor In the dance, he Received her. She was beautiful and fair, Thus, as he considers She was fate bore To the honor of Greece. Her imagination was great And it is said that she Had touched the lyre Of David — King of old. She wore around her white Marble neck Three pounds of gold And sweet perfume arose. On her visit to her Father, she with her To her Count, but he Did not please her father. Although he was wealthy He was awkward as A country plow boy — He could not converse. He was not versed in Literature. He asked for His consent — no sooner Had he done this than HOURS OF REFLECTION. 63 He was refused, and From her father's mansion Was driven— so he spoke As he forward went . You wretch ! you have Deceived me. It was By >our gold that Round you hung. He left upon her rosy cheek The index of his affection Towards her, and thence They together went. They upon the noble ship Together'stepped, and to Athens Went, against her father's W T ill she married him. When he heard of the news He forbid her his house, She answered his letter, I wish to never to see you » She affected the father All, all, my estate Is at your command, If you will come to me. No, I will not, I am The fairest lad in the world — You have forbid your mansion, And I will not return. I caruhave the pleasure Of visiting the lonely caves, And see the place where Orators Stood — You may die in solitude. I could see the wolves sup Your blood — you have abused Me, and by the Goddesses of virtue. I'll not forgive you. 64 HOURS OF REFLECTION. As she these words penned, His eyes did sparkle And her countenance sent Forth the expression true. , REFLECTIONS. Sound the instruments of joy, Oh, son of Egypt, make the slumbering Spirits awake, may the symbol of God be played by Angels in Heaven. Art thou surprised for God's repentance, Who created such a simple being As man, who was created after his Own image, he condemned it, O, heresy ! Condemned ! what^by God, when He after rested from his labor, Pronounced all things good — But never condemned and sent to hell. He after cutting and trying, like a Tailor, on a garment, could not Make man perfect stand. He Had to disperse all from the land. He with his mighty hand replenished The earth, and left man in despair, And condemned him lest He saw that he was naked, and blush. Man created to reason, and to Behold all things — to see good from Evil, reason to judge of them, and Then condemned for beholding things. Who repented, God or Man ? God Repented, and for consolation sent the. Deluge, Then Noah in his Ark did wander On the mighty main for days. Then after his return to Noah's people Said, I cannot be with you always. HOURS OF REFLECTION. 65 Oh, how sad theyjlooked The tear-* burst From their eyes, when they had heard the tale. Forsaken by^God who created them, And conducted their father on the Mighty main, forsaken, Oh horrible ! Oh, better had they never been born ! Forsaken ! Oh, terrible is the thought, my Only friend has left me in a land Of strangers surrounded by all the • Beasts of prey, without a shield or protector. Can man, by his bad conduct, be Made a servant of servants, and for Many years bear the galling "yoke, And then join in the bands of joy. Remember that you have a Sacred God. If that is true, mind And please him. If you displease him It takes some time to calm his ire. All children of God — none of the Devils are commanded^to obey him. Commandments say you that belong to the Devil obey his laws — obey their master. Woman, second in creation, And doubly refined, and within Her God has framed Deceitfulness — with all his power. Oh, how could it be possible That'such a being could be Taken from man/ Moses Tells us so, thus we must believe. Thus, from" the" time of Adam, Until the present, we find Woman deceitful. By them Into Rome were introduced harlots. What greater curse could befall A nation — even adding tears and ^ 66 HOURS OF REFLECTION. Griefs on man, until his Life and house are turned to hell. Oh horrible ! what, a woman Create a hell, such a lovely Creature as she, with her rosy cheeks And blooming breast, and marble neck. Her sparkling eyes, and her Goddess form. You would never Think she thought of sin. She in Her last car rode as cruel warriors. Thus into society they will come, And declare themselves virtuous, Some may be, and say a Connubial life adds to happiness. Then by their noble form and Deception, may lead away Some noble minds, who think, alas ! That they are as honest as themselves. Oh, when they discourse, their Mistake in the fancied good It is too late then to repent, And so in grief must spend their days. That makes many reckless, Even Poets resort to the cup. I Have seen this on eastern coasts, And western banks and vales. , Find a bride and bridegroom in] Harmony — you will find that They in youth did marry-- Otherwise he is a fool for doing it. Oh, I must say it. There are Some that do better in connubial Life, than to live single. May such Beings live in peace hereafter. I in my life but one whole Year taken together have seen HOUKS OP REFLECTION. §7 That blessed couple, but what Did with each other quarrel. Oh, where I have seen one Made happy, by joining in the Bands of wedlock, I have seen ten Made miserable — disgracing society. O to heaven they could go Thankfully without a farthing. A family of ten they will Try to support. At last they starve. As I have been wandering on The dreary coasts of time, I have Seen a ship lost by leaving Port in a (empe8tuous storm. What is there more to be wished for Than a noble goddess, and what Is there that will hold to a man More than a noble hearted maid. And what is there that will make More misery throughout the World than a deceitful one, For they are authors of sin. She who is harmless in all things Will please fools ; for they think of Nothing more. If they should visit Some foreign shore, they would tremble, Some are taught in schools. If you think wrong You are condemned. As you Must repent of every thought. then abstain from every Flirtation with woman, she May be paid as many are, And yet fond of sin and deception. So heaven — she could have Been made pe H? :sri ciiffl&t * 6S HOURS OF REFLECTION. | To man's happiness. We know Woman is as she was created. We do say that sin is the devil, or The devil is sin ; then we must say Woman is the devil for she is the Instigator of sin and corruption. A goddess, first one 1 know Of woman's race. She came, her Golden hair and blooming Breast, and her countenance too. And a lovely dame she was, They both were made ins me By some unknown cause; some Think on love and some on study. We think if such minds are So nervous to grasp what they desire, That love is a poison ^And insanity is horrible. That raised to such extent to Fail, they form any books. Her head and her blooming Cheeks fade, and dim her sparkling eyes. She will possess all the force of Intreague and deception, And make the raging sea appear Smooth as a fool to his love. The cringing children and Tattered clothes. The sheriff with- His writ for debt. he thinks It adds to man's happiness ! Thus nature and nature's God seem to ask this together To please the devil — for woman Above all things must be pleased. Thus as a Lee with his continued Buzzing around a lion's ear may HOURS OF REFLECTION- 69 Arouse him from his slumbers, So is the way with woman. when he is aroused by a Mere insect, he is saying, To think That such an insect awoke him From his slumbers when he was quiet. 1 think no harm of virtuous Goddesses, but a deceitful one Adds hell to paradise, and Transformation is his fate, O man ! O ye who have traveled to the main For many years, will you not Consider with me, when your Mind's unbiased by prejudices* M A R Y . From the high and low Lands of Scotland to lovely Greece, to the sacred land of Ireland, no dame I adore as Much as Mary from the towering Mountains of Vermont. Into My arms she would kindly 'fall, O this is the dame I adore above all . Sing ye of.your goddesses of Greec© And Rome. None carried the Sparkling eyes as the dame I adore. Her words were music, it would Amaze thee, like the song of heaven, Her company was sought by sage and wise. And how they told of her deportment fair Of her kind heart and her sweet angel air. Her black hair in ringlets hung Profusely on her snowy neck, Her blooming breast and throbbing heart Made manifestations of love and sympathy! 70 HOURS OF REFLECTION. Her slender arm was known To wield the sceptre of war — she ruled in the battle field, and by her vengeful hand Dealt death and terror through the hostile band. Adored by all that was noble in Wars. Angels blushed, stood back. Yes, they fell when they feared Mary the goddess was offended. The ranks were broken, and fiom Heaven they came tumbling afar, Arms on armor, like distant thunder ajar. Then heaven was silent until From the fright they had received Coming to their senses they One by one arose and looked around To find themselves from heaven, Driven with their artillery in Hell. All those scenes of horror to forego In that eternal world of helpless woe. They quicken the flames as well As being of different material. They answer the purposes thus designed Will not serve in all cases as witnesses 1 don't say that Mary the goddess Did right in frightening Mar's angels. Oh light ! thus from the realm of day, Thou burst upon the world and darkness flies away. Not be Africa's, for their lips Were not swollen, unless it was Done when they fell. I have not Seen them since, but groans Are reaching thou judging heaven. It makes those that are there tremble, A chance if earth does not one day behold No hearts in mart, no sinew* bought and sold. HOURS OF REFLECTION. 71 REDEMPTION. From the Holy Land, a land Many have been redeemed by Their own faith in this, and Have thus been saved. Touch thy harp to all the World, O Lord, if you can Save the people from that Place of dreadful woe. Whatever is thy destiny, But the creator hvredemption Will change it — if man Was designed for pain there's no abuse. O when man thinks that is His destiny. O ! horrible The blood curdles in his arteries This stops all resolution and life. Obey thy father which in Heaven, ye vain men, Whichjiave wandered from The truth of God and Saviour. By the power of Heaven we Have our existence and do Him we honor all the praises Which we enjoy, Father in Heaven. Thrust Atheists all away, O Lord ! Man must believe in thee For there is nothing else And nothing has existence but through thee. There is a cause in the matter. You cannot see it with a common Eye, this lone cause man into Existence without a cause. There is a cause, that first caused This matter to exist—as the 73 HOUES OF REFLECTION, Electricity that exists in the Warring clouds of Heaven. Talk of mysteries — refer all to God, that you cannot account For, as the heathens did stop Woe plagues of God, as you think. Oh, fools, thou art who believe That u God as just God who Will curse his people, who do As he desired them to do. Oh, lovely Irishmen whose Blood flows in my veins, Oh, lovely Americans whose land Is my birth place. For fame shall we abandon All the sacred principles — will You believe in destinies Which is contrary to reason. Oh ! believe in true salvation if You will wandering on The river Styx for an Hundred years in hellish regie ns. O ye that are given over To hardness of heart by the Curse of love. I command You to turn to righteousness, There is the law of treason, And the law of Mount Sinai. If we transgress the law of The master we are dam'd. O Lord thou who wrought the Concave heavens and bade Merry — all the people ! Teach them reason. On the rugged mountains Of Vermont, and the high HOURS OF REFLECTION. 73 Peaks of Scotland, and The plains of Ireland, be his birth, Happy is the man whom the Smiles of heaven gently fall Upon, as the gentle dews of Heaven upon the valley. THE CONFESSION. ! I have many years Sought for a mate. I have Never foiled one until I saw You, ihat satisfied my desire. Many I have seen who had Wealth enough, and all to my Command, if I would Jove Them and be their bride. Sages, poets and orators have Been my company for Many years ; with philosophers 1 have conversed on matrimony. They did not suit my Fancy. O I could see the Index on their faces which , Toid me never to marry, J On your countenance I Saw the words which rea \ Union would make us t Happy, as those of heaven^ O may I be so bold, my Love, to ask you, can you See any virtue in me To take me for your bride. If you can, here is my hand* As true as the sacred 7 74 HOTTRS OF REFLECTION, Spirit of heaven. I love thee, O For heaven think of me now. O you diti tell me After my confession, You woald extend my Hand ; you kindly express* O you this solemn oath do- Wish to have me take, That I by the gods on you My offers do place for ever, This I will take if you My hand will accent, I Will prove true to you as Fond as you to me. Honest men keep virtuous Women — virtuous are found. Yours I will keep, or I will Give my life for sacrifice ! O do not break my Heart* On you I have Placed my affections. O thou Guileful man ? if thou art guilty of the crime O 1 if your fear is heard, and For this the fires from the vaults Of hell will not make You tremble at the sight. He gave his hand to the DamS — a happy couple they Were ; they accomplished their Great desire, and passed life away, HOURS OF REFLECTION. 75 ANCIENT CITIES/ T May he who to different Climes roved amidst mined Cities and fallen empires, he Aroused from his slumbers, * O let him to Greece And Rome look and see Egypt once in a flourishing Condition and free institutions. O see how she is fallen ; We are told by some that The Ethiopians were the Fountains of old knowledge. If that is the case she Has fallen much, we ought Not to despise her for it. All nations are liable to fall- By their own nation, By invasion which becomes All nations, their own government, Left without succor to expire. Never wait until your Foes come before you prepare For defence. All now be prepared For wars — you will remain in peace. No nation will attest You, when they think they Cannot consider this is Evil what they obtain by invasion. Many to Greece from America's gales, as well Some from England, As we read of Lord Byron* It is necessary for him To travel to awaken 76 HOURS OF REFLECTION His imagination. See him Fast when he should dine. As you take the sacred Testimony of,the rosy Oheeks and the jovial hearts In which he plants the root of love. My son, believe by all That is sacred in heaven r Who has the heart of a Roman Strives for liberty and right. • Make the rich suffer— the lord .As well a?s the poor. Pardon Pirn, n,ot fewr his frauds,, or Ijfeiwy one by your judgment. "When he hears the song, he To his conclave goes ; one-third I wiligive„ if the other two Yeairs will get fur me again.. The conclave one-third takes. And makes sure of that, And at last he does not give- This case one-half of his money spent This is the recompense men Receive by law, all it is said Form- is made to give man His rights and protect him from injury. The ones that makes them and Advocates thern are the best protected, As every man for his own Interest works, to other's expense. HOURS OF REFLECTION. 77 FAME. From Gods holy- Wine would in Paradise take your Cup of wine. And to him write Words that will be More amusing than Old Homer's song. In his breast all Virtues- rest, as in The vaults, the sacred Wine for Goddesses. Great Ceesar strive d For fame, and so do they Aim to obtain rich honors Which are happiness. As David the Great Fills their heaven with The word of God His land on eloquence. He with his cup Makes all his hearers Tremble as if the sky Shook by the hand of Heaven, He is as if a saving ordinance Had to quicken his Spirit to eloquence, while He arose in the sound. Flis words moved A land as stubble From the harvest. Spreading all around. He wept with loss Heavy as for a re r fts 78 HOURS OF REFLECTION . To put her child' in The rash jaws of a tiger* O tis fearful io see One floating in The liquid sulphur of Styx for disebedience. O the poor fool in The pulpit said he Knew that there were More floating in despair. With all our mischievious men As the imperial minions Hankering for their prey, For feasting on honor. He could bear the Froward spirits of 'ihe vaults of pain While he snuffed in the breeze. This he would do to Convert them, he In more dislike See what would be the creed. When he was directed To fulfil his destination His reply was, must Not tempt the Son of God. He was vain of Reason and guided by The lives of the ancients Founded on imagination. To hell ! he sent by words All those that Would not believe As he did and worship. HOL'RS OF REFLECTION, 1% PLAGARISM. :The fame of Thales, Solon and Strabo, be By every one sung, Or their words read. Many Sages steal ! From the ancient Ones, and resound it As their own productions. From their noble words The true essence, and Culls this, or with an Infidel to destruction. He tries to blind the Peoples eyes, as a counsel His opponent, with His different pleas. O it is better for one To be well learned In what he tries To advocate against his opponent. No man yet ever Was too well read in Fame to meet his bold Opponent counsellor. Foi he forms not Stone, well may he Be read, in learning Slim, is he after alL O you poor and forsaken ., Till the vaults of heaven All must be sent And all eloquence to man. As Xerxes offered well For Fame let not 80 HOURS OF REFLECTION, A man attempt To undo that motto. O let his neighbor Show what he is, If he discerns No people see him more. Like the rolling Waters, bring forth A worthy thought To the sages e}*e. Solon, who once In Greece did sit, Pleasing the Gods, And pleased in his turn. LORD HENRY, Lord Henry from Dublin Returned to see his Dame of Rome, Cordelus. He resided by her. Many days I met with Him, I did not know His desire which he had. For many years seen Her noble form and Sparkling eyes, alternately Shall entice his fond Applications to her love, O ! Lord Henry many Times wept to see his Condition; his fortune He has spent for dances. O. he said, give me solitude [n my life henceforth. HOURS OF REFLECTION. 81 Experience has taught me All results are left to fame, On yesterday I saw a Lovely dame, her name Was Miss Genevra, She was abroad from Rome, And Henry by her side Sat, and visited for Hours, and praised her neauey And her cheeks so lovely. The rolling billows And the pealing thunder Are types of hell. The song Of heaven did not aiise. Her work excelled all. Miss Susan was good ; Her form, her birth, was Visited as a destroying prize, Lord Henry and Susan, With their praises, returned Home filled with w T ine, And sought out his dame. In the giddy d,ance They sported ; they turned the is Cups of wine to their pleasure,. For pastime, a game of whist. Galenus came to see his Dame ; she was much Perplexed when he saw Lord Henry with her in Paris. Galenus now sported when He spoke to Lord Henry, O you scornful, man, You I despise and hate, He from his field 82 HOURS OP REFLECTION. Placed a dagger to Henry's heart, Think if he did as Galenus To pardon him — he forgave him. He might as well, for It was the last words He spoke. The blood from His heart was gushing forth. This astonished the people, To see Galenus— Lord Henry's Blood taken, and Susan and Genevra, You were the cause of his death. By your consenting to sport With him in the dangerous hour, Denying wine to his expense Made Galenus fall on him. You ought to have learned When Galenus was commanding, To have Lord Henry accepted, Or sent him home to his country. Alvira's rosy cheek faded, her Sparkling eye grew dim, Her affections broke — all was Solitude with Alvira and Galenus. No songs Alvira's harp senfc To amuse him, she could Not sport with him in The giddy dance after his death. Instead of winning a prize, As he thought when he Lord Henry's life took away, Himself in tli^pit of heil He dips his glittering sceptre !n the deathly poison which He from the Devil obtained, 4nd swore all foes should die. HOURS OF REFLECTION, 83 O thou fool ! fight for the Thiilling thought of love. Oh ! See lovely Alvira scorn Galenus, when her company did ask; O once her hand was free. And Galenus could go to all Amusements. You will fiud on the Rosy cheeks of some dame or goddess, It is plain foreman to see The vortex of death, when He has seen the trials of Others, as the light of morning stars, Man may stumble along In the dark and die happy, and Love at the same time Might have been a free traveller, O the poor man thought This was destiny — all was To remain in bondage, and By a woman be controled. O ye gods ! ye gods of Greece ? These words are as true as Those wrote on the Mount, Woman was formed to deceive man. O I had rather rule the Infernal Gulf, than To stand and hear the thuDderings Of a woman where I wish quiet. O Galenus died unseasonable ; He tumbled, and his eye looked like Fire. I thought by his actions the Dagger was in his heart when he groaned, O ! he replied, my troubles was Caused by a deceitful goddess. She has led me, I sought for peace, In torment I awoke. 134 HOURS OF REFLECTION DEAR FRIEND G— , M. D. To thee I invoke my solemn Prayer — to thee, O friend C =, I swear, to all that is sacred Reason is my religion. Long time it has been the First time, I into your door Entered, a pilgrim, at the age Of fourteen, and without money. Over the hills that you can See I have wandered happy ; I was, yes happier than I am Now, with my wine. I hold to all that is sacred And pure, worship one God, Hold to no sect/ None, and treat all with respect. Can you find a better creed Than this, i honor thee, you Looked on me with scorn Wheri I wandered over your hills . You thought I was obliged To do it. I was born a freeman, In my arteries flows the pure Blood of an Irishman, never humble. Thee I hono •, O friend C ! From your land I received My patrimony, into a Distant land I went. Ah, among strangers Found friends, both are There among my own Acquaintances and relations, From my father's temple HOURS OF REFLECTION. 85 I wandered, O I thought Could see his lovely locks no Where, he is gone, gone to his home, when you took me In, your countenance Reminds me of my Free and sacred Father. 1 have found a better Friend in the roving Wolf than I have with Many relations and pampered priests. O may you when I am Gone, think how I Over your hills after Your flock did rove. the happy hours I have Spent in your mansion 1 thought, not then that Since I might see no rest. O for heaven ! hold all Things sacred, that from God descended, as I have Said there is but one God. You worship him, He in Heaven will Take some, we know There is a first cause. For the Gods of nature We do go, that is as Far as our imagination Or reason will aspire. Gods of Eloquence, To him who is the Author of all, strange, Divine and amazing. 8 # 86 HOURS OF REFLECTION, O friend C -, die For fame — ye who as Medicine for atheists, As long as you live. Wealth is spent by your Posterity, you are cursed For not leaving more, O strive for fame ye Gods. You have often times told Me your every door Was open to me, I Wept when I left your house* O think of the immortal Homer, think not he Had to endure more if the Gods would ensure him. We are told from deeds That old Homer did so To Nestor's laws and Homer's fame in Greece. O from whence did all Things spring, to what God have we to Answer for our sins. From our laws All things spring And to that law who Can avert the result. As long as the laws of The place discord, and The rules spurn all things Will sink away in gloom. O spurn slavery or die ; On this honor kings And heros have HOtJRS OF REFLECTION. 37 Done it live forever. One scar or a hundred, Your life is nothing to That, when here we Rise as Demsthenes- the fountain of all Knowledge is medicine Tho' Physicians have bufTed The storm of all iafamy. 1 wish not to say A word against the Sects of religion, it is a knell For the world we live in. You know my honor ! Then has no science Been advanced from the Real poets in our land. Her words I write In my own blood ; if It were not for th e physician, The world would have been in the same. O the blood from my veins Freely flows, to bestow honor On the Physician. It is Not required by the world. O go to the physician for Reason— can you lead them Away— he feels imagination Was the great Physician of Greece. May the land boast of His wisdom. The orator Of his talents at the Head stands the Lancet. From your arteries tha Blood is taken, which 88 HOURS OF REFLECTION, Saves your lives which canst Become by learned orators. O, ye slumbering souls Arouse ! see what perfection Around you lies, but Heaven ! and man distress, From whence did it Flow, whence is the Fountain of to origin, O ye Gods of Italy. O will you be guilty Of taking man from The sacred throne of Heaven to the jubilee of hell, O if this your character, In blood I give my name. J H , ye Gods of Virtue against them contend, I have not wealth, Although [ for you worked For my bread, when 1 was a pilgrim in my youth, Three times to you have I Wrote, with my hands Wet in blood of my own Arteries, to your hand. In summer I left you the Agony that you manifested, Exceed all I ever saw, it would Have made a surgeon tremble, O die for honor ! live With the gods of medicine, O let your name be Rehearsed by coming times, Wealth is not worth HOURS OF REFLECTION, §9 Striving for — some are Happy as the swine With its fill from day to day, Others are happy without A farthing, sporting in the Gdidy dance on credit, N'er expecting to pay. Said George the name Is to grow familiar, The same as the People of ancient Rome. O now to me my Fatherings pay, as I hear Another man has Waited for my money. DECEIT. Her fame was by the Gods Sung. If she had not been A sacred goddess They would not have sung her praise. She at first bore the resemblance Of a perfect beauty ; she was Adored by the noble Ones of her own land. When she in the halls of Amusement did sit, she Used all the fell deception, She could with art and practice. This I know — no one Is as good a teacher as The one who has experience ; This lesson I have for him. O, said I, yet of Poets, Of your goddesses — of us 90 HOURS OF REFLECTION. And Rome that thus Had come those of Ireland. She forsook one to Obtain another, which She lost, both because The first one she did see. She wept — she sobbed, and From her rosy cheeks did Wipe the tear. Would to God That I could see him again. And he loved her, For he thought she Was true. He learned She was deceptive, like the rest. O I warn you this day, To no one place your affections So firm, but what you Can move them if you like. The fortune which I Have spent for them, If I had it now Should not be squandered now. Although the rosy cheek And the sparkling eye And the beautiful form Are that which will entice. LORD BULL. Lord Bull from Augusta did come In state, as great as Octavus to Carthage. In full cellars he Said at the same Time the sheriff come HOURS OF REFLECTION. 91 To take Lord Bull with a writ. Once he was honored By the gods of heaven, but Now condemed by his Own fate he had fell. When he into the Court did come, all The counsellors who were To oppose him would tremble. He by his conversing so Freely with Mr. Brandy, Fools from him all his Money, took and left him in the ditch. But Bull left his own Will, and took refuge With one who is to be Despised by every good citizen. He dwelt in a house Built of stone, it might have Been changed into a Prison, it would answer. His own children despise Him, they would not . Give him bread when he Was hungry and thirsty. His disposition bore resemblance To his name. No christian Durst make his religion Known to the Pagans or Turks. He carried as a Phycian King ; She followed him, for she thought Much of his name. She would Transform to his liking. Her looks at Lord Bull had The effect of the bite of a viper, Both of them would make Him tremble and grow sick. 92 HOURS OF REFLECTION. MISFORTUNE, O morun not at your Misfortunes, many Gods From Elysian to Tartarus Have been hurled for bad conduct. Be not frightened when you Stand on the virge of destruction, And behind you look and see The waves of grief, which you have past # The rolling of the thunder Of Heaven, and the electricity Of the skies make the earth tremble Under your feet, and give not up ! As you on the verge of death Stand, you can see the Goddesses of Hell sailing on the liquid sulphur, And singing their songs of woe. Although you stand on the fierge Of death, if you have a vrm hold Above fear not, renounce the Devil, Hell cannot pull you from it. Juno was worshipped by Many who must be considered Pagans, worship the true God, No one has right to worship ought else, The people have been deluded long, Will you who possess reason Worship man as God ? One would think better things. If the world was at peace When God came into the World to save man, we can See a great contempt on his cause. When church and state are Connected, you must expect on Both parts rebellion— each one HOTTSS OF REFLECTION. 93 Will strive to obtain dominion. Where strong powers exist Harmoniously separate. O never Combine them, as there is a power, the Matter you can see it when combined. ON A POET, O would to God ! that I could Speak of this man with Great respect. He has wrote For himself, which you might See the title page, " Thoughts of Musing." This might be those that Think more of love than of Their books ; for I am as sure That those who think much of That cannot of books. O when he was fifteen He thought he knew more Than those who had far Mare. One thinks he did of love, For he was about to fall into The company of every dame he Could see. His face was dark With hair ; his eyes were small ; According to phrenology His language must be small, His forehead was low and reason Small, O what a dangerous Man. The fleece from his face Might have fetched a pound. He wrote a work, called by Some to be a specimen of love, And others say, if that is love, For heaven's sake deliver me from it» Or stop that poet's aong, he Will turn all sane youth 94, HOURS OF REFLECTION. To love-sick fools ! Horrible to See a man insane on love. No virtuous woman darest Walk the streets. this is Withering more than religion has Done ; but see the contrast. One Is in a good cause, and The other is folly. O some think They cannot come it in rhyme without They are in love. I should Think this was the case when he Wrote to his comrades. O love by You must enjoy yourself When you received him Into your company. O muse ! O ye gods and goddesses pass ! . And see therein. The lyric songs Of God's holy harp would not Arouse them. Oh no ; you couM Thrust the glittering steel into His head before he would turn. No gods are called for his. Counsel, but the devils Up from the lake to see what He is doing. O they exult . 4 You are writing for the sons of musing • If they will amuse all they Undoubtedly will buy one, For that is what he wrote for ; He wrote not for honor, as Byron, Who ought to have written to please All. O who can you find That likes such love or Love-sick poetry. Ifr is Not destined for men to Read, but for the gods and Goddesses., rather those above HOURS OF REFLECTION. 95 Than those below, for that Is when if it don't go, you would Think to hear him talk of Hell, the worst place that Can be found ; but if he Gets his company and makes Wars, he will wish he was there, ON A NOBLE, O ! the sire of Minerva Was a noble man. He Desired to raise something great To make a goddess or a queen. Thus a lord of a noble Family paid his addresses To Minerva; thus in the Connubial state she fell. Her golden hair hung in ringlets On her neck. Her blooming Breast did the lord rejoice. O what a goddess fell into My companionship. Her lovely Eyes and marble neck surpassed All the dames. Thus beauty and Intelligence were all contained. She was so ambitious to Dethrone kings. O she could Until she past the wedlock. O lament, lament what has Happened to this goddess, she Has fallen from the high etherial Throne of heaven, to trie Realms of darkness. What companions, once in Paradise, then in hell, Carrying her helmet of battle rage, O after his long- suffering 96 HOURS OF REFLECTION. She was pardoned out, and Returned to her lord. Her ambition was all gone, When she did like to be Decked with silver and gold '■ And the richest apparel. She shunned her old companions, And so slip shod them in the Street, instead of meeting them Like friends with a smile. He thought of many things To please her ; he visited Greece and Rome with her; Instead of curing her it Made her worse to see Lovely Greece. O for her To reflect to see what Greece Once was; it was like Herself, in ruins. O God of Heaven, she said, O tell me What is the cause of the Downfall of noble Greece. She stood for a moment and Then burst into a rage, As if she was in battle Field in full glory, and Then her spirit went to her God. Her last words were, O may my soul be saved. O you that think you would Be happy by getting a partner May b© made^miserable, not To have the fortune to obtain A goddess, whose eyes would Dazzle the eagle, as they clash, Which the sun cannot. O what powerful brilliancy HOURS OF REFLECTION St vShe carried. You on both Parts think you ore to obtain To the same perfections. O you may think she has The same perfection, and do the Same. This is the rule, The deception. Soon as the Wedding ring is given, the Rich robes and glittering gold Laid aside, she as She rises, instead of dressing In her rich robe, she goes From morning till night Slip-shod. O the contrast I ON THE DEATH OF A GODDESR O horrible I horrible ! I saw A goddess die ! The fates Shrink as she faints, Falls and is gone ! O heaven I The heart throbs, as if it Would break from the Thorax. O the agony ! Her Flesh was crisping on the embers. She raged, she became insane, She raised her hands to her Head, and from it tore the Raven locks, like glittering gilt, No more can zephyrs spread Them on her marble neck, Now by the tempestuous winds They are wafted on the main, O see here her body has been Pierced with glittering spears, and there Her side has bled in torrents, And from her head the hair has fallen, 9 98 HOURS OF REFLECTION. O weep ye thnt have sympathy ; O weep for heaven's sake. Two Lovely children fell lifeless by Their mother's side as they were weeping. O ! ! there lies a lovely Mother and two harmless Children. O how can you but Weep! It is enough to make a savage. O ! O ! my life, she said, What is the cause of my suffering ; What have I done to fetch all This affliction on me. She wept for a moment, O Great everlasting Benefactor, not One unjust deed — preserve My children. She murmured. Be then true to your God, Not try to serve God and The devil, and cheat both By chance may go below. There are many that can Desire, but they cannot desire God or the devil. O listen to Their groans when they are raging. O horrible ! it makes a Man tremble, it fills his Soul with desolation, and the Grating of their teeth is awful. H0UR3 OF REFLECTION. AN ABOLITION PREACHER. He in God's holy temple Which is on its base seventy- Seven by thirty, and twelve Feet posts, with no ornament. But there were ornaments in The pulpit ; his red face was Twisted with his head, And his mouth was spread From ear and ear. He stood in a triangular position, First on one hand and next on the other ; His hands were grasped tight on His thorax, only when he Was reading his books. His eye 5 ?, like sheeps, did glisten, His gestures were with his red face, It looked like a ball of fire, or rays Of the sun, dazzling his hearer's eyes* O to hear him talk of this Sinful land. what a wretched Class the Americans are, you Would thmk he was an Apostle. horrible ! can a man like Him rise and say he is chosen to preach. O if God noticed him, he blasted Him, and threw him to the dust, He thought there was no Church right but his, all The rest were going to hell. Guilty mind makes one tremble,. O the perfumes that would Rise from a strong one, would Not be very desirable to those.. That did not belong to their sect, I$0 HOURS OF RET LECTION. It is true man can accustom Himself to many things. Even To live for days breathing Liquid ether. painful ! With his whining voice and Eloquence he closed the worship, And left the people in the dark Both mental and material. fie thought the church was In hell, except his own. I think That he was on the road, going With lightning speed, He talked much of war ; I did not see any of the devils Fall In battle ; they now remain In peace, for fear of rousing heaven. A lion in his slumber is Quiet, but when aroused, all The beasts tremble at his Thundering- o'er the earth. But instead of the poor abolitionist Thundering, he only whined ; and Instead of the people trembling, They were very much ashamed. • TO A FRIEND. Emmanuel in heaven lived. From heaven fire was stolen To set on flames the sulphur In hell, to punish the sinner. Hannah, my love of the , East, O once may I come Into thy company. O The raging tempest separates us. The spiiit of God manifest T$ me, and his fame in HOURS OF REFLECTION. 101 Raising the dead ; I saw the Burning bush whirling over the sea. The people of the olden world Would have died willingly to have Soen him. that I Could see my Italian dame ! would that I could break Offthe sympathies that exist Between her and me. O it is Impossible as to change our nature. There is nothing like a true Hearted dame ; I have seen Many that are described. Give me my Italian of the East. O the happiest hours I ever spent Were in Paris, with a French Dame. What a deceitful goddess ; Those of that land will so sport and sing. O Hannah, reflect for a moment. O if there is a person in the world That I love> it is thee love. I Know nothing of thee. let me go as- free as the wind. THE WISH. to heaven that I could See you again once more, And enjoy thy presence, and Kiss thy rosy cheek and cherry lips. As Jupiter sparkles, it reminds Me of your eyes. Your countenance Is an index to your mind, which Says you are an affectionate dame. As I am roving over the Green mountains, it reminds 102 HOURS OF REFLECTION. Me of our last meeting In the forest over yonder hill, O ye gods and goddess see Of heaven. O you might Rejoice that you are in the Happiness that I am at this moment. O think of the last time you Were in my presence, did You not think of happiness When on my thorax you rested your he: O as we were walking to the North, on Monday, when you Kindly spoke to me, And told of W — 's marriage. Q* heaven ! you exclaimed, what Misery that dame is fetching on Herself. O would to God ihat all Might remain single— it is their nalii*"* when I saw what had Happened on the dame, it made Me shudder ; those eyes That sparkled are now blood shot. Horrible ! O would she might Be free again, relieved from This monster's hands, to make A better choice for a companion. As long as I have been wandering On the tempestuous sea, I never Have met with a dame that 1 honor as much asl do thee. I would suffer my heart to be Taken from my thorax, and my Soul to float in fire, before I Would see thee suffer in my cause. O when I am by my table at Midnight hour, I often think, SOURS OF REFLECTION. 103 Oh the time which I have Spent with the dames of the West. to heaven that I were where 1 saw those gods with the goddesses Sing, at the time we last saw The conubial bonds made fast. O her blooming breast and rosy cheeks Made me regret his happiness. All Is vanity to them who think Of heaven. Give us happiness in heaven. THEODORASMETRII Home on her seven hills, near- Erestes, had temple spires reaching To heaven ; within the altars Were all gored with human blood. Plato's false doctrines are sustained * In Athens as well as in Rome. Infants have been sacrificed To the gods, all owing to their Belief in religion. When religion and law Were blended together, Athens Was prosperous to a certain extent. Until sectarianism ruined her. This law was made by the priest And first on the people, saying, It is the will of the gods. It is in the cause of Religion. See what proselytes has done. As Theodoras was wandering The streets of old Rome, Cass By chance espied her, before She passed into the basky vale. He with his fierce desire pursued Her ; near the threshhold she 104 HOURS OF REFLECTION, Stopped, as he was walking Past, for he saw her beauteows face, Her fairy outline and her queenly grace. HARM ON. The mansion looks desolate, She looked sad, she had on her Morning robe prepared for the Domestic duties of the household. You may be amazed by * The eloquence of an orator, or The reasoning of a Philosopher Or the songs of a noble goddess. Harmon once loved her She thought he would As long as they lived in The connubial state of felicity, O I had rather die than Live in the condition I now Am in. The iron hand of hell On me rests. O deliver me f Harmon was a noble mah, With him I have taken many Cups of wine, and to Her health he always drank. Oft times I have heard him in Rage, curse and say a Woman is a deceitful Being. O I honor my dame. Her noble mansion was Provided with beauties Her parks were filled with All sporting animals. Her sporting horse was at Her command. Servants Were to her bidding. HOURS OF REFLECTION. 185 And songs to her amusement . O can you with justice Condemn Harmon. O reflect, £ee what he did for Frances, His fortune spent to amuse her„ O disguise them not, for thus We in this world live truly, All for amusement, this Be their path to the grave. If you wish to defame The Gods, O let Homer Be with Frances in bearing, And honor them for their choice* Frances to his mansion Went, and Harmon roving Went, instead of both loving In happiness., they died miserable. MARGARET. A Goddess by the name of Margaret, with her sceptre in her Hand, appeared on the golden Deck of a golden ship. Her eyes sparkled as she looked On many, and when She saw her foes advancing She stood firm in her attempt. She rested on her heart The end of her sceptre, all her Foes before cause, but two Fell— the robust give back ground. When she sounded her Trumpet all her soldiers Appeared from the hills, and Throw at her ship to the command* 106 HOURS OF REFLECTION. Stewart worshipped his dame, Frances v He as Bacchus the son of Purpite. Was by the Romans in drinking Wine to his health from the golden cup. O to his misfortune he Is not as immortal as Bacchus, Although he could drink as much Wine. This raised his fame at home. He thinks every one fools The same reason a man thinks Every one drunk, when he sees Them through drunken eyes. O it makes the blood boil In my arteries, to see your Insignificant countenance. hide that face from me. 1 should not at this Time seek a remedy, that You may well need, but When will you repent. I despise a man who Has not independence, > Such has the blood of an Irishman Or American. 1 honor all who strive For some noble end, Will you bow to man, And become a slave ? Into my presence Come two noble dames, To see neat they received The fame that their forefather's gave. One carried the sparkling Eye and the other the Rosy cheek, and they felt proud of The fame their forefather's gave. HOURS OF REFLECTION. 107 We expect to have from The strongest power The Goddesses and Dames For beauty and men for power. When I entered my ■ Cave it was cold as Death, it made me Tremble as I reflected. Cold as a Dame's heart After her sister has Left her, O she could Smile to see him chagrined. O this is their disposition When you find one That is forsaken. They Will not let it pass in harmony. He who respects not the Opposite sex, spends his Time in wretchedness, A lonely child of grief. He who will spend All his time with j Them in song or the Giddy dance, is a fool You often impart more Knowledge than you Obtain. You will find Some intelligent Dames. they had rather sport In the giddy dance, And talk of Mars and Jupiter, as they view the Heavens. She into my cave ' Came — and I at First scanned her f HOURS OF REFLECTION Looks so fair and bright. Her blooming bosom Told me she might Ask protection of me, Tears had dimmed her eye. All things appeared now Fled the best of it, At last the infidel had No chance by reason. O immortal Socrates Arise and let thy wisdom Shine abroad to the world And felon Christendom; All whe forsakes his" Dame is like the sea By the tempest raised. Or a sage insulted. O make the might and The raging storm the winds ; And the thunder speak To the lofty Heavens* So may the rocks and Barren plains resound- When he cries of the Wretched forsaken one, Any doctrine that is Founded upon religion Is the work of Heaven, The great first founder. The laws are, ere they Are broken— good, and they Came into being strong And were by god created. HOURS OF REFLECTION. 109 THE HORRORS. this night 1 have lain in Solitude, and thought Of the reasoning of Sages. Oh why is it All do strain to be Seen and see all their Own works flourish. Others they condemn And call them fouls, Which is as true of Themse'ves. The gods And their hell and S wen heavens, all Has fooled them. Who would coincide) With them in. their Philosophy ? O give me Nom in preference to such A philosopher. O it is Right that the Jews Are sent to distant climes. ONBRUTUS. O Brutus ! thou art a God of War ; Thy mighty arm has done Deeds of greatness, and thy service Was what made Rome happy. Thy noble forehead and gigantic mind And thy piercing eyes and shaggy Brows — all these show that Thou was for war and valor. Thou hadst rather make Rome Miserable for the sake of obtaining 10 310 HOURS OF KEFLECTIOlf, Honor, than to make it free And fail to obtain a throne. Brutus ! if thou hadst beer? Virtuous as a Washington, thou Then might have been glorious. Thou deserve condemnation from devils. Thou wast ambitious — far too mnch For thy own good ; Uke Bonaparte, That had he not been hasty,. Might have conquered Britain*- Ambition often ruins statesmen And warriors. This is what Vanquished Brutus, and made Eternal Eome most miserable. Ambition, the loss of that and hh Friend,- and he saw he could not Conquer Rome and obtain the Throne. He fell a sad victim. It is hard to say that of Brutus. But if Brutus deserves \i ? Brutus deserves it as muchv For Both made the rich as miserable, 1 honor an ambitious man As I honor truth and virtue, But Brutus was ambitious, but Had a noble form and a corrupt heart, O Brutus was a noble man, he Feared not death more than a brute. He in his glory was visited by The eternal spirits of the earth. He had rathe? hold his arm in The flaming fire, and see the flesh Fall from his bones, and his nexve Contract with the fever of death. HOTJSS OF REFLECTION, III If I could weep for any one, it Would be for noble Brutus," Although he was corrupt in heart, I will honor him for his brave soul. ARMON KEPI. Armon was like the rising sun To the Egyptians, who gave them Their light, and as a god Was bowed down to and worshipped. His mighty mind and his gigantic Arm have done great deeds. He could traverse the heavens and Earth and survey the boundless sea. He suffered three fiiars to burn, And told them if they did not Obey the rules and laws they would be Sent to an-eternal destiny. most horrible* In battle he was never excelled. He has made kings bear him Who had warriors and had treasures ; He fought for victory and for his kingdom* He when obtained for ever reformed The laws of the government, both the Law3 of religion and morals, and Justice, he said 5 should triumph. He fought for the benefit of his Nation, not for his own gratification* In all his battles the divine Spirit assisted him to victory. He contended against those That were mightier than himself; He had rather die in battle, fighting For freedom, than to live a slave, He himself was a host, He 112 HOURS OF REFLECTION. Had, like Cassar, courage, and Fear he knew nothing of. It Would have been bitter to have taught him this. His noble form and his Sparkling eyes and his smiling Countenance, shady brow And his strong muscular arm looked well. He has many battles won, unrl Lost none. His own nation thought Birn a god. His bright eyed daughter Was worshipped as a goddess. Long before Moses he labored For his nation ; he was The wisest of his kingdom, And cou-d interpret dreams The masteries of earth were All in the shade, until the Sage came to interpret them And mike them p'ain as day. When he had passed away And had died and gone, Then Moses came and assumed The king of the Egyptians. Moses, to establish his own fame Burnt ail before him, then Wrote whatever came to hti Mind from the midst of Heaven. Moses tells us of many Tilings ; one of creation, And then of man and woman, How she was taken from his side. This is what Moses tells us, Man slept until all this was Done. AM this attests that he Must have been skilled in sure-'"-' HOURS OF REFLECTION,, I 13 The Gl-jd of heiven histh e Power to select whom he has A mind to, and reveal to Them what he has a mind. ! it is my earnest deske That he may he crowned with Glory, and coming generations Sing his songs of praise. 1 trust he is honored above By the highest and brightest Angels ; and strains of Music drop from his golden harp. ON ATTENDING CHURCH. O heaven ! of all who protect us, From the rising of the sun to the Sitting of the same ; on this Day I saw a noble man : Prolonging the service, as We are commanded to do. And there sat a noble Christian by the altar of God, who was listening To the truth as it [ell from his lips. solitude ! wretchedness ! 1 saw in that congregation And he produced this by His eloquence and power of speech. Some that never heard the word Of repentance, as he uttered it, Trembled at the laws they thought Themselves guilty of breaking. The subject of hell did make Them look amazed toward one Another, as if they thought Themselves innocent of sin. 114 IIOUES OF EEFLECTJON, This is the law of Nature, No one ever thought himself Guilty of sm. They look on others Not as others look on them. Next came the b'ood of Christ and the holy things Which were gathered on the altar Around which they all were gathered. His praise? was. sung by the Noble goddesses of the church. He Mas worshipped both in Songs and prayer by all the sages. Many of them who had served In our gallant war, and rejoiced In the victories which we ohtained From that old tyrannical Britain, There sat those noble sages, Who were assembled in The house of worship, which was Once a house made for the people. They were from the towering Mountains, who?e head now Reared above the clouds, and from The mossy banks and pleasant valleys. Many of them were from the British shores, who left to Obtain freedom, and joined With the Pilgrims in the victory. Their heads were silvered over With their hoary locks, and Their brows were covered With laurels of kingdom come. Their furrowed cheeks and their Sunken eyes, their countenance Struck terror to my soul, Until I thought ihey fought for freedom. HOURS OF REFLECTION. 115 They bad that love for freedom, For the freedom of the Spring, That they had rather die than To live and die at last a slave. He, with his gigantic mind, did Command them to repent this Day. For who knoweth but to-morrow May bring forth the Son of God. THE RIDE, He with me did Kush with his fiery Steeds, when mine Was bounding on. he passed me, and Seized my friend, And before me drew The glittering spear. Down the rugged cliff* He drove fhe spirited Steeds in haste, while Mine were bounding. 1 held his head, so He could not run Without my wish, I had not time to relieve him. I could not atop him ; his Steeds were at their Greatest speed, which Was not his intent. He was a stranger, I thought he was A friend. He was Seeking for revenge. I did the same to Him as he did (o 116 HOURS OF REFLECTION. Me. He had wealth Yet he was despised. He thought he was Great. I despised Him worse than The infernal spirits. He took the life of The fairest dame That America ever Afforded, and the best of Greece, I had not driven My steeds this day For sport. You are The scoundrel who caused her death. O ! you must die. O it is horrible for One like you to Die. O ! you must die !. Now weep and bid Your friends farewell. O make your Last and eternal prayer. You without a Cause on me did Rush, and not let' Me know your invasion. The gods of heaven say You ought to die. Die ! yes die and fall To the vaults of Tartarus. And cooled by the Winds of Erebus, Pricked by the spears dipped In the flaming sulphur. HOURS OF REFLECTION. 117 O ! is this too much ; How can it be too much, There cannot be too great Punishment sent to him. ON AUTUMN. The blasts of Autumn On me this morn Fell. They made me Shudder. They caused The blood in my arteries To stand. It stood until I was aroused By the spirits of life, a Spirit more noble than You, my noble lord. Yea, they were noble spirits. Ireland never had better, Excepting Danie! O'Connel), - The nest in the world. Would to heaven that he May obtain Ireland's rights. The different shades autumn Brings on the forest. There Is such a contrast in Man's condition, from Summer to autumn, Wherein man is first in. Plenum. Autumn makes Him tremble, in fear His dame may suffer. O happy is the man Who has no care of one. To different climes he may Rove and view the wisest Sages in the world. If he Is honored at his cottage A s Diana was honored 118 HOURS OF EEFLECT10N. At Ephesus the most ! Why ought we not Honor the Sage of Ireland The most of auy one In the world ? What Eloquence excelled His? Demosthenes' Olympian Oration, or Cicero's against Cataline Only equalled his. As I this morning Was dividing my Inmost thoughts, And was driving My fiery steed on The great high road, I reflected ! O I Must honor the Great Daniel O'Connell ! THE VISIT Like flying clouds I rushed at the speed Of lightning, and Drove my fiery steed Up to her gate, I saw ten thousand Armed soldiers stand All ready for the battle Field, and were prepared For fight. No one Appeared to oppose him. Their general saw His eye. He did'nt First meet him; On the distant hills HOURS OF REFLECTION- 119 He had learned his Fame, and the songs Sung to his praise. They blushed with shame When they spoke agaiDst Him. What they could Say could do no Harm. O let the Marble that over bis bones Stands give ao'd Proclaim his fame. He is a noble sage, He never had honor Done him, and many Try to defame him. He wrought a work That never was excelled. No harm is it to him To drink and get drunk. ABSURDITIES God, wise, good, just And most benevolent, Never forsook man And sent him to hell ! -We are fold this did Not please him, Although we disobeyed And strove for death. As the blood by the Heart is thrown, and On that depends the vital Parts, so do we depend On Him, and Him Alone. On no other 120 HOURS OF REFLECTION. Source can we rest, But on the God of Nature. Some say he is a Jealous God. Jealous Of his own works, And cannot rule them. O what would you Think of One who Would say, He had No dominion over us. Who is so wise as to Prove that man has Three souls, all destined For Heaven or Tartarus. Some worship the Images of serpents, And think that all Plagues are sent hy God. All claim blessings Of heaven, and each One condemning God's All wise administration. All works are in honor Of and p'ease the Great Law-Giver. And here He has established his courts. HOURS OF REFLECTION. 12 1 A FRAGMENT, I saw him where the Devils of the infernal Regions would blush to Be caught. Yea they Would fall their Faces on the ground And hide their heads. He was a law-giver, Pleading his cause at the Sessions, at the bar of justice. When they came from the Lower house to plead, They were to plead out of court, They had no shame. This Is the first time I ever Saw or heard of a devil being Ashamed to meet his Fellow in the whole court, With such scorn on his face. He plead — but he plead In vain. He was a noble Lord. He looked sad ! Sad as a Romin citizen When he has lost his Friend, and listens to the Lamentable songs of the Funeral rites they would Sing. He may sing as they March on, the trumpet of joy, 11 122 HOURS OF REFLECTION THE MAD MAN. He returned sad And he looked mad, And then on me did spring, And I with sceptre of faith Defended myself, as one By one did spring, I Thrust my sceptre, but I did not stain it with Their corrupt blood and spirit. They boasted of their power. Fools! they were, they had No courage. The rows of Armed soldiers would Make them faint and Drop their arms in battle, O what brave men ! Such Men would have gained America her independence. He travelled with me. When in solitude retired He spoke of his contest ; You would have wept to have Heard him plead against Devils in a vicious cause At the bar. It was enough To make a man swear That he will strive against the devil. HOURS OF REFLECTION. 123 THE FALLEN GODDESS. O look — see her Falling into the vortex Of Tartarius, to find Her rest in flames That arise from Burning sulphur, And cooled by the "Wind of old Erebus. She raised her head To see the golden Chain that from heaven To earth extended. ! She miss'd it, and Fell— fell— fell so far She never rose again. But her groan was Heard to the gods of Heaven. Now her name No more is heard on Earth. She is A fallen goddess, Like some who could The righteous defame To accomplish their desire ; Who are guilty of the Crime themselves — to Relieve themselves from The curse they steal The testimony from the Righteous, and say they Have good authority. It is the same with This noble dame. She was the fairest of 124 HOURS OF REFLECTION. Her sex, and by sages She was admired And fools could not Obtain her company. She was despised By no one, and Chose her company. A DOLEFUL LOVER The woes of love aie Amasing. Susan's heart This night was broken. Ah ! sad night with her. As the bee sipped the Sweet perfume on Plato's Lips, so he drank Sweetness from her rosy cheek. I would not raise My cheek to meet With any other one, Even an angel from heaven. He had a rival, a Dame from Spain had Fetched him. He was Adored by her much. And then she clung To the second one, "Which raised the scorn Of him to the highest. The house that enclosed Her was her fathers. He Had no rest — his face Was pale. His eye was dim. HOURS OF REFLECTION. 125 O he'looked like death. He spoke. O ! for heaven's sake Forgive this dame Forgive my dear Minerva. She wept. You have committed This crime before ; you Cannot enter my mansion Door, or drink with me. From your hand I first Received the cup. I thought It was right for me to drink Your health. It was custom. They complied wi(h the thought ; She with a taper directed Him to the room where Drink was to be found. The lord looked to Some one more noble. He scorned to contend With such a rival. The happiest hour I Ever spent with counsellors, Was with this lord and Socrates on Britain's Isle. The night I met him He had just returned From the wine, where He had been with the tempter. He spoke of Varia and Of the pleasure he had with Saricatus, who proposed coming « To Ireland with him. In this town he spent Much time, He wrote 126 HOURS OF REFLECTION. Part of his work in Varna, Of the little history of Turkey. He on his return from The Egyptian ruins, spoke Of Athen's crumbling walls Which all were silent. where are the ancient Gods that used to be worshipped In the crumbling towers Of those old mossy temples. He on his golden chest Sat, and on his hand rested His head and wept. Wept for Athen's misfortunes, that she fell. O is itpo ssible that she from That high state has fallen ? If I had not seen it, I Would not believe it possible. Wemust credit history ; We have no records to Date it. It is reasonable To some that we should. For they do swear by the Sage Sparo, that Daniel Was in the lion's den ; We ought not to dispute it. These are the sentiments of Lord Baldwin, whom from Varna returned. I have But one hope, that's truth. O it would make me Weep to hear him talk Of religion. It would make An infidel tremble. HOURS OF REILECTJON. 127 He died. His fame Was buried beneath the Marble that covered his bone9 And his spirit was gone. ONE IDEA, He was a great man, By some called wise ; He thought all things Were comprehended in One principle, — law, Medicine and divinity, All the sciences, was Comprehended in Abolition ; He had but one idea, And that was on the Point. He had audacity To call his countrymen And preach to them. They in respect would Listen to his insults on American law-givers, He thought that they all Were fools, and he Was the only wise man. Sitting himself up as A sage with only one Idea. 128 HOURS OF REFLECTION. THE BEAUTY As I was on an eminence Under the lofty pine, and Was siting, I thought I Saw the blooming form Of her of the sparkling Eye and rosy cheek In her father's window ; And still farther, I saw The towering temples Of the village, where the Sacred Gospel was Preached. I saw her Pleading for many woes. I wept for her misfortunes ; I had a cause to weep. She for her forsaken Lover wept, who had Proved treacherous and Forsaken he r ! O she Swore an eternal Curse upon him, and Then left him in disgust. Next I saw her in The giddy dance And drank the Finest wine from Paris, She sung me the song That aroused me from Solitude after I Had been reasoning with The bigots. They had Rather believe in the Legends than in The truth . Then she HOURS OF REFLECTION. 129 On the ocean was Sent, with her black Hair in ringlets hanging On her markle neck. She looked the best that I ever had seen her. From Athens or Varna She came. Her eye Was the brightest and The most intelligent in Its look. When she Had heard all, she Sat down and wept. THE POET. An insane and love-sick poet And a vile and deluded pastor And a bigotted priest Are amusement for a sage. Then listen to me in Candor, as one arises, As before a judge, With his lofty eloquence. He will turn them From the truth, and Make them believe that All that is said is true. I have burnt more than Twelve thousand lines That from my pen have Flowed like liquid honey, 130 HOURS OF REFLECTION. Some may think it Would have been better That I had burnt in Tartarius than to have written. O one may on this Work reflect, and look For something more ; Yea, find something new. Many priests and orators Speak for money. Where Can you find a man Of fame who writes for wealth. Do not let wealth be Your desire, but let Honor and fame be Your care for ever. THE BEAUTIFUL DAME. O Dame of Varna ! This day we do part, O give me, O give me Thy heart. I am dying. take my sacred word, Given as to a goddess. You are the fairest dame 1 ever found in Italy. From Winden to your Noble city I have roved, But I never saw any that Were more beautiful than thou. HOURS OF REFLECTION. 131 Mars is beautiful. I Admire thee more than Venus or Jupeter when They appear in their brightness. O by the sacred gods Virtan, I love thee, I Love my love, and you Are the most lovely dame. O I think, O I think of The time when we were Wafted by the breeze on The wild and rolling waves, The unruly terrible water Did not much exercise thee. Thou heardest the waves roar And it was a pleasing sight. Once in Athens I Saw a goddess that Bore you resemblance. it was not Mary. Your eyes are more Brilliant than Vesta Expresses — more keen Than any I ever met. To thee with the rest 1 must bid adieu. my sacred love ! 1 love above all Others. take this ; and keep" My solemn vow until 1 return from America, That land of freedom. 132 HOURS OF REFLECTION, A VISION, I saw this eve an Angel foim of the Concave heavens formed By luminous clouds. It was as bright as Mars. ' In an arch I saw The form of a noble goddess ; In her hand she held the Golden chain, that from Third heavens extended, Where Justice sits. It looked As if he had sent Her to the world too Soon to show the People her noble works. She disappeared — she Faded away. No more Was she seen, but The luminous bow still Did spa*i the whole Concave canopy. With an eagle's ease She soared away through The dense clouds, and The rays of the noon day Sun would not dazzle Her beautiful eye. She could reason and Converse with those that Were nothing but slaves, And then could arise To a throne, and there Be worshipped by angels, And sound her sacred HOURS OF REFLECTION, 133 Harp in glory and light; All in silence Would listen to her Songs when she touched The lyre. Wandering on> The dame I espied at the Midnight hour alone ; No one to accompany You in your visit, may See muses in the heavens, And as you look at Your feet, find horror mixed With pleasure. Yet after All, all is fleet. There is No happiness. THE BARD He touched his lyre, and All the angels stood amazed And some trembled. He himself did weep To think he had no equal In his own kingdom. O then he arose, and With his great eloquence Astonished them. The Gods of Italy with their Mighty arms and golden Chains, which link virtue^ Love and Harmony, did Look amazed. He saved The drunkard from shame, But he repented. Repented Of what ? He left his cupg, 12 134 HOURS OF REFLECTION. He could not write without He drank. I have been To his room when I Found him writing, but Could not walk. His Wit was then the best. He needed to be half Drunk to bring his Dormant energies to bear. He was like a lion in Slumber— when aroused He made all around Him tremble. He has roved to different Climes, from Egypt to China. Wherever he Spoke, all before him That had the power of Understanding did fall Or tremble exceedingly. Some worshipped him As a god. But at last he died, As all men must Die once. He Died happy, and Drank while living At all the fountains Of knowledge, and yet Died drunk — drunk In great wisdom. HOURS OF REFLECTION* THE TRAVEL A.s Pallas was discovered At Saxony, whose office Is to travel through the World to meet with Immortal sages, in India and other places, He had an eye that Looked like fire ; It would dazzle any Mortal man's eye. It was much brighter Than Mars or Jupiter, As Jupiter stands the Highest in the Solar System, This sage was the wisest In India. Pallas is oftentimes Accompanied by Juno> Travelling through the Unbounded regions Which by man never Was thought of, And waving plumes as They by them pass By comparing them to Ourselves. O what is More noble, more beautiful And more to be desired Than to travel with Pallas and Juno ! If I could have a Car from heaven sent, That I could ride with Juno, I would leave this. 135 136 HOURS OF REFLECTION. Vain earth of ours, and Would not weep, but rejoice, When I took my exit, Having faith that I Could have all the Heart of man could Desire. Better dames And wiser sages, and More noble times and Better lyres than this Earth ever afforded. O it would be like Paradise, where you can See the traveller from heaven, Where you can converse With the goddesses and listen To the songs that is sent From the sacred harps. From Juno to Jupiter You might go. You would Not find satisfaction If you should run Trembling on a thousand Years. You would wish To see different worlds, O let us be contented With this world until We are called to the next. Heaven will save you, Live to his law, and Receive his blessings, And not call them Curses, for he is just, Holy and divine Such a being cannot Send curses on man, You, if you will only HOURS OF REFLECTION. 13? Look, can see his arm Of charity over your rest, And around you the golden Chain of his protection is Stretched by his Almighty Love. All the infernals Cannot break it, and All the tears of hell cannot Dissolve it. THE MURDERER. I saw him resting Himself under the Forest tree, his head On a panther's hide. He heard a shriek. It Sounded as if it was At a great distance. It Sounded like a dying man. He was arrested. He Sprung to his feet ; He seized his weapons Of war for fight. When he to the sound Came, he heard the Savage in his barbarous Act. But oh ! too late, O what a sight ! His glittering dagger 138 HOURS OF REFLECTION. Was in her heart. She was breathing her last. He heard her last Groan. He saw her Sparkling eye as he Came and saw her weep. O this put him in a Rage. He plunged his Spear to his heart, He fell dead — he did. He groaned as he fell. It was enough to make An infidel tremble. O the guilty wretch. This was his lovely Dame. He never could Forget her last shriek, Nor the looks she gave. O after this he was ■ *« Miserable. He died Miserable. He was Guilty of a crime. HOtmS OF REFLECTION. i-39 ON THE DEATH OF DEASON* The first I saw of him was on His death-bed — his surgeon standing By his side, and his assistant Students gaining instruction. ...-:". His disease was fatal, but he was Befriended by physicians^ to be Depended on for their skill, as Many thought for themselves. Thus our country physicians, with Little practice in surgery, He proposed calling a surgeon From the city to perform the^operation, All the others say, the moment had Passed, and the umbisial ring Before the intestine nerves. And it is Natural to suppose that the intestine passed The operation was now performed by The surgeon, and it proved fatal, For the nerves were contracted by this, And this stopped all circulation in the parts O heaven, could'I JDnly express the Sympathy that his own bosom friend Felt for him as she stood by his bed-side, She saw him in pain and she mourned. There stood his lovely daughter, Young in years, the only daughter He had to mourn and weep with Heart-felt affliction the noble departed. 240 HOURS OF REFLECTION. He was a child of God and God's- Servant. He was first in church, First to assist the poor, and first To provide for the fatherless child. His society was sought for Both by the high and low. His counsel was great in the Affairs of state and equity. It appears to all that knew him, When counsel was obtained, He attracted the attention of angels, When they were abroad ia the realms of space. O solitude ! O world of sorrows ! generation oi' sages ! may You all pass away before we could Suffer this man to leave us. 1 had rather serve a master in Chains and die a slave, than to have This man leave the society Of my christian friends at home. O he his gone to his account, Where he was received as an only Child— at the right hand of Power, And lulled by the harps of heaven. Who would not leave this world To obtain the world above , In all its splendor, and the holy Breeze which rises from the sea of life. O it is well that you know Not his love for vou, O friends ! He had rather keep it in his Own breast — for that you might grieve. HOURS OF REFLECTION. 141 Your soul would be lost in Solitude ; your mind would not Lament on any thing but this misfortune, And rejoices over his happiness. I had rather die a sage and Christian than a kingly infideL The latter feels that his soul Must be wafted by the winds oFErubus. To die a christian is a noble death, B ut to die an infidel is worse than The death of a slave. We know The abode of him is the cave of hell! Ah ! the word hell is enough to Make a man repent. Ah ! the word re- pent Too sounds hard and sorrowful On the minds of youth* 14S HOURS OF REFLECTIOH". Hark T ye war-like angels Of Paradise ! Listen to the Eloquence of the General. May All my gallant men stand Around, and my gallant soldiers ; As for counsel, he never was Excelled. Ah ! he has fought The foaming spirits of Erebus, And cursed the gallant artillery Of the skies. To rise to his Command, what could be don© More than this by man. It is not expected for a Man to raise the dead Without the help of the Lord. He has saved the minds of The saints, and made Packenham yield to his Command. Thus the soldiers Of the British army cowered at New Orleans. This made Britain grieve, when she saw The raging lion conquered And fall harmless by the eagle, Who after battle soared into The boundless realms of heaven, Who could then sympathise And shed the scalding tear Over the nerveless lion, But in return would Render death if he could Save himself. Ah ! yes, yes> To see him go to his home, He with his mighty thundeiing And flashing eyes did not HOURS OF REFLECTION. 143 Frighten the eagle. Ah, no I He said, stop ; and looking Down on him with scorn. It was by such treatment And such fighting as this, We gained our independence, Jackson, with his mighty arm, Has done deeds of wrath. Could Greece or Rome Produce as great. And such Great men, who were skilled In war and versed in the Laws and arts of nations. Who could go to the Senate Halls and make laws, and preside As president of the nation. Then in time of war could Wield the sword against Britain's frowning subjects. He served his people and He served his God. Read deep in love and skilled In war, like Cassar he was great, And like good Cinoinnatus, He labored for his country. 144 HOURS OF REFLECTION JULY 4th, OIV THE ORATOR OF THE DAUV When first I saw The Orator of the day f He was a noble man And had a gigantic mind. He told as much of war, the Victory we had obtained, and The trials of our forefathers And the acknowledgments we owe cmr God. Not like Cicero, who could Sway all the Senate of Rome, Nor like Csesar/who could Conquer all by his sword. But more like Cincinnatus. In counsel he was great Eloquent he had a desire, But no language to sustain it, O this man is to be thanked, not For his eloquence, but what he Reminds us of, that had been Told us by our forefathers. Next came the musicians with Their tuned instruments. They Gave praise to the gods by playing Songs to them and their golden thrones . From thence they marched to the grove. Where the table was placed for their HOURS OF REFLECTION. 145 Refreshment. They feasted on pies And cakes, instead of loaves and fishes. I thought those that prepared the Place were some Roman or Egyptian, Soldiers, for they after their modo Ate with their fingers. Some ihought this was ParacVso, Some others thought 'twas helL Thus you can see a contrast. Who was pleased and who was not* O what must I say next ; That lovely dame, her sparkling Eyes and glistening ringlets, }\ hich rested on her marble nsck. Who in any other place Would not think of taking A leg of mutton. She would Scorn it as degrading. Thus 'you can s:e what form Will do in society. They Will fully understand hegamul Or suffer to be m the fiamfs. oay notn.iri c: icrm. only ol ono_ Dame, she like a goddess which I think I ha} 3 seen in my dream,. A brig:. .3 r eye than her's I never saw. There was another, dreamy and Flashing ; she was dressed in the Richest robe decked in gold. She carried a treacherous spirit. heaven, would to the God of Eloquence 1 could describe the fair dame t lit) HOTTRS OF RE'FLECTIOI?* Her eyes would sparkle like Jupiter, her countenance like Venu&, As she was playing- the giddy Dance on the marble floor, She bore such a pleasant face, The God of Reason could not condemn her Her golden locks which hung in ringlets On her blooming breast ; her eyes Did express sympathy for her friends, As she was beautiful she was rude. STORES OF REFLECTION 14? CHARLE S. Charles come. For heaven's sake come, 1 feel as if I were in The vaults of Erebus And the sulphur running From my face, Come, Mercy, look as it burns My face as it runs, O I saw him ; he is Noble as Caesar ! If Osesar were living I Would call him Casar,, Caesar ! O Cassar is Dead, but his name will Never die— die, no not As long as immortality endures. He of you spoke, and spake In terms of honor. O Now assist me 1 Come As an armed soldier, In blood to your arms 5 If it is necessary. I Think he is a coward ; his Eye sparkles not! O he trembles f O I could carry his heart On my glittering sceptre. He has insulted me — he Has no honor. O let him do No more harm. O let him Die in his own blood, And fall into his own grave, 148 HOURS OF REFLECTION. I found him in bis cottage On the mahogany sofa Sitting in grief. O! sad is the Message to him. lie was weeping Down the rosy cheek I saw The tear rolling. I of her Lid ask the cause, but They refused to answer me. He fell, and she by his side Steed and wept and sighed. She was affected to the extent, She could take his life To thank the gods she was Not such a fool, to weep for II im who has no fame. O I say, let him fall ; I say Let him fall. He has wronged All he can. He has wealth. But he has no honor. Let him wander then even To the vortex cf destruction. He rewards virtue and honor, O let his eyes betaken From his head, which is On fire, and his heart from His. breast torn, and to the ^Vaves cast, for the feasting of The monsters of the deep ; hi* Blood they will sup with jo" She found his words. To be false, and his Words made her think He was true. O he Looked on her rosy cheek HOURS OP REFLECTION, H9 And saw the index of love. O It was what the black devils Might call sin and deeeitfulness, O if that fountain Becomes corrupt, it is Not blood that the devils Go for, they cannot be Happier in honor or In paradise. Let her Come if she will For he is miserable. BSD OF BOOK £ BOOK II AFRICANUS, A DRAMA, AFRICANUS. DASHVOR. CLOTENUS. CHARLES OF THE WEST* HOURS OF REILECTJOKo 17? Your church turned in — in The best style, and yet the Author of sin, the best Organs and harlots to sing „ Your songs as you stand In the pulpit preaching the Laws of God and they at The same time violating Them as they stand in the Marble gallery, with their Rosy lips sending forth the Melodious song. Their blooming Breasts are as white as snow, Or the marble that is before Them. Their cheeks are as Fair as the lilly of the fields, Their words are as sweet as The perfume from The fresh rose in the morn, Yet they are harlots, their Words are enough to break The hearts of mad Poets And turn the strongest • Minds. Their eyes are as a piercing Spear — he who looks on them Is obliged to yield to endure The pains. This is your Church Hell, Heaven, Earth, Main and Land — Harlots, Sages, Poets, Priests and Fools, all are Here. All have come to Hear your words, and have you Analyze the misteries of God, As the priest makes it appear So to most. O why do You not leave off your sophistry, And take a turn or two 174 HOURS OF REFLECTION In science, not that you Know is folly, and make The fools believe it true. You have'the chance to Instruct a large audience, All you say does no good. CHAPENIUS. It is the duty of the Philosopher To instruct knowledge in Science, and my duty is to Teach them how to live to Inherit eternal life. One Man cannot fill all stations^ If a man was designed for A Priest, he will not maka A good Physician. You are right, you believe as I do, but you might Impart more knowledge Than you do, and not preach Up so much of your Hell fire, It makes me feel bad I beseech you do not, Do not for Heaven's sake. And mind, do not speak Of Hell when I am in Your Church. CHAPEKIUS* That is what I want, I Want to make you tremble, 1 wish to have you repent, T.-oovA off those infidel HOURS OP REFLECTION ITS Principles, become a good Christian, and a follower Of Christ Jesus. D hear me, these are my Last words, to thee as a Sacred friend, I ask yoia 1 know the truth, this is What I can swear to, You must repent. O, O ! I am miserable, If your Gods will make Me happy, I will follow Them. «REGONIUS THE GREAf „ From Nortes fair to Bristol and the Spanish Shore, to Oxford's classic Halls, he carried in his Heart the noble Irish blood, ' He lived then on my farm, And we wandered there the Fairest. He to himself would Seep musing. He would often Break out with words of Rhyme in great eloquence He has often spoke of Sanding still and see the Turks and Spaniards hurl The darts of death, and tunl To their cups and say We are drinking blood And we are not of this flesh* Here is the fair Indian Maid on the western 2?§ HOURS OF REFLECTION.. Shores of Oregon She stands. In her Hand she holds the Healing herb. It extends Towards the sister's breast^. O she replied. Like this Has cured many as Frail as they ever were, Whole blooming cheeks Had faded. I rested On her rosy cheeks and Her sparkling eye. O take this I will swear By the sacred Gods»it will Kelieve thee of the plague O you have from the Far Eastern shores. Love Come to see this land of Sacred Medicine. There the God of Nature Has placed his laboratory, To prepare all medicines. Oh how sad you look, How pale your cheeks are, O I wish to see the fair, You make me sad to See you cany such a Deathlike look. . You will be True to your. God, if not, My life is at your command, : THAN, Your kind offer I Cannot repair. I place Confidence in what you Have said, if this will Restore what you said MOVES OF &EFLSCTIO$, IT? %t would, I woukl not Re fuse m y hand. My Life is -depending on thes, There is no one bat thee Can help roe. Your Words are affecting'. Would to God I could Entreat thee, and in tha Same manner I brought Tears in my eye whea I heard yo u speak. If you do belong to the Indian race, I d-espi-se Thee not. You are of g, Free nation $ can any oae Tell me when your race Was in servitude? Does history tell us I O may ail-cosning time Advance something mor© To the reasoning sages. O why ! O why has not The remedy been before. If the Trojans had from The Greek wished to Invade their country thirty- Years before they did, they Might have prepared for Such a gieat war. Ten yean They were besieged, andftheia FelL This time was sad to Them* They wished to GodL The horse they had neve£ Seen ; but some other Measures might iiavs 178 HOURS OF REFLECTION. Been taken to accomplish Their design. The Greeks were Powerful at this time. It waa Pleasure for the soldiers to Lay to the Trojan walls. If they by chance could See fame and sup on B'ood, it served them The same as wine. The life of man was Considered no moro Than a brute's. They Were led on by some Ambitious man. All his desire was fame. EDMUND OF THE WEST. I have travelled from this World to the olden world ; Seen all physicians I ever Heard of; any medicines Will do me as much Good as the Indian Would. A fortune I have Spent to recover my health J I have come over all Land and sea to the American shores. To hell Let them go who turn Against their mother country, Rawdom, why do you Not fight the infernal Devils, We will gain their Liberty, it will be like That which sprung from The vaults of hell. Keep Them bound, they will HOtlgl OF REFLECTION. 17t Make good slaves ; they Are not capable of Taking care of themselves, It was desired by the God of heaven tbi^ land Should be under the Dominion of England. They are relicts sent from England's holy shores. JOSEPHISTUS. If they were sent from Your holy shores, what Eight have you over them ! None. W e w i 11 s h o w you We are capable of Taking care of ourselves, For all you British Officers. What right Have you here 1 No more Than a devil in- heaven. If it is possible for man To pollute this land, you Have this land. You Lost old England, Although you all are Noblemen to speak. You call yourself a prince Of nobles, come to America To proclaim your authority. If you had gone to Ireland, who is not able At the present time to have Their rights, you might Speak as you do. . I f you Do not leave soon, your Countrymen will be obliged W$ ■■ Hotras op lEFLircrfrom, To take you away a corpse, I should like to see her Feast on thee. how would" Kejoice, you poor contemptible English officer. Die, you Ought to die three deaths And'be three days dying Each. You think the American* Ought to be slaves to hellish England, and there is your Duke ; he is a fine rnan^ If you would take from Him his faults, and that Would take all. O he Is cold ; one of England's Noble sons. O what a noble Name, Dick ? His wool Must be fine. I do not On the man that insulted The Americans when he Yisited them. You had Good success at New Orleans^ .1 should think you would Want another war with The Americans. O old John Bull has Enough to fight with, Look at Ireland; the God of Justice will Hurl you where Jupiter Hurled Lisyphus, and Call on Juno to raise You from the vaults. O happy Gods of Ireland, Imps of England, you Are as bad as the Jews, Who would not own ■■ HOtJRS OF REFLECTICJN, 181 Christ. Your blood Would pollute the liquid Fires of hell . O corruption 1 From my sight ! ESYMAN FROM THE WEST; O they may have the Spears of death, and • Mighty sceptres, all affects Nothing ; they cannot Accomplish the least Thirty. They may send Forth their \v >rds of in-ult ; We care notni ig for what They say. Their words do Not have the brilliant rays Like the sun, that illuminates . The world ; she may boast Of her Homer and Virgil ; her Poets are great writers, but We have Bacon and Goethe, And we have Milton and Byron And Shakespeare ! STBAGANU3. O England, fair and noble Soil, she has tried to be As noble as Rome, but it Is in vain for her to Attempt that, for she Cannot make Scotland Bow. As small as she Is, it was by her own Will. She joined with England, and then it was That she was found in bad Company. She has wished Many times she was free. 16 188 HOUES OF REFLECTION. SIB WILLIAM. i ■ Down with his fair dame. • Ou the rolling flames of The West with his fail Steeds he bore her on. . He returned to the sacred City, and there on the Glittering steeds they Rode. He without a Farthing sported on her Fortune. She felt proud To have this handsome Suitor by her side. He was nothing but a Petty teacher. She had No desire for fame, But to live happy, To live as she was Told, read whai She was told to read. She had a noble mother ; Her father was a christian, He was saved, not by Chance. It was decreed. Do you think any is Saved by chance ? People saved by chance ? SIR WILLIAM. Ko, I do not, but there Are some that believe Such doctrine. Ail Things come by chance, If there is a God, he Cauies by chance. HOURS OF REFLECTION. 183 If he does docs not go as He causes them to go In the lurch. This is as consistant a doctrine As the Atheistic doctrine ; - ► ■ - Save all themselves. Atheists Advocate these principles. If they should by chance Make out to find themselves In hell, they must say It was by chance they Come there. RUSSELLETITS. O the Bishop, the great Venerable and divine, has Meditated for many hours And come to this conclusion, All things from nothing Sprung. O how the God Of Nature speaks. Do you Take from me the honor Of creating man from' ; ' The earth, and from whence Did that substance come, l Or all these unknown Works that around each Other whirl ? Did all These spring from nothing ? Who is your God, and From what source did He spring ? We believe There is no space without Substance. I think your Doctrine is false. It shows It on the face of it ; all Things from nothing Sprung, You d© not 184 HOURS OF EjGFLECTIOK. Know whether he created This world from nothing, And you have no reason For such conclusions. Has not the God that formed This planet here, the same Power to form others from Nothing. RUSSELLETUS. It is no reason that A thing is formed, that It was formed from Nothing, because you do Not know from what Source the substance Come. You have no Right to say it was From nothing. I do not deny the existence Of a God. We know Not his attributes. It Is in vain for one to Try to tell the world. He who will assume This will assume the Power of God. EDMUND. © turn from those Solemn words. Saj No more of God. It Makes me tremnle. Turn to other thoughts, See that fair dame iu HOURS OP R1FLBCTIOK. The heights of heaven. On the marble floor, In the giddy dance, I know see she has been Drinking wine. Her eye? Do sparkle, her black Hair does curl on her White neck. She has Sung the best song This night I ever heard. Next jou will see her ' In the vaults of helL I had rather oe a Servant to a dog, And lie on stone and Li'-e on the crumos Of a nobleman's table, Than to live such a life. The world of torment is Enough, but the nod hell Makes her, it makes me Tremble ! O to look on Her rosy cheeks and her Sparkling eyes, and think Cf what I have here Said, to live such a Life as you do, I had Rather die a dog. 1 should have the thought That after reflecting as Arnold after he had° Proved a traitor, I had Rather be in Tartarus. WOODFORD. If I had not, I would "Not do the crime Again. But now I HOURS OF REFLECTION, Am in the work, I May as well do all I can, for the cares Of any one centre in A profession. It is Their duty to do all They can. EDMTTND, What have you done That you would not If you had not. WOODFORD, It is righteousness to Tell, but it is wrong. 1 have been a traitor ; I have sacrificed the Honor of many an innccent One to obtain fame, and fell Into dishonor. O I Ought not to declare It. I am thought to be A brave soldier, but they Would not give me Honor when I ought to Have had it. If I Had remained as I was I would have rescued as Much honor for the Americans as Washington. It is too late for you To repent. You are distinct, For your name it is a horrible Qn*. I had rather be tossed HOURS OF REFLECTION. 18^ Ten years on the spears of Devilsthan to take your place. I think you had better Look something to your modesty. This is^very interesting, but I think it leads on to Infidility. If all things Sprung from nothing, and The Gods created all things, What is it to us. If we Only have our due time Served us, we know from What the first G od, or the God of All sprung, and What is it to us. Let us Live as we ought to live. Some drink and some are Sober, and all think that They are right. O all haij I Ye Gods take my spirit And reflect it on and Love the bishop. All this he has drank At the fountain of knowledge. He is as liable to err As well as some that Reflect on the destiny Of man. Who does not Build on hypothesis. O there is a God who Rules over the destiny of Man— who keeps the worlds Harmoniously in their Revolving courses. Each World has a God. and Every nation worship 18S HQU^S OF ^F^ECyiON. Some God, but they Dont believe he from Nothing sprung. The Pearling streamers and the "Towering pine, the wild Beast of the forest cry There is a God. , Philosophers will acknowledge This point, there must be A beginning to all things. Adieu my noble Lord I to morrow will see Vpu again. I know you are from the Best society. That is why I wish your company. It is not for my interest To harm you. You hao! ? You intended It when you requested My company last Chrismas. You told Lord'Boane Your hellish heart. Why do you come Here with those falling Sirs from the vaults Of hell. riMiTpj. Do you think I am A hell myself? KANOT. I know it. I se© HOURS OF REFLECTION Thee worse than Tartarus, The worst of all things. I cannot agree with you, I think a woman's Tongue is worse than Ten thousand glittering Spears in his heart. You know what you Have said is false. It was not my interest To say anything, and I never saw Lord Doane. You did not understand Me, I said you are the Noblest dame of all the Lords. It was dames Instead of Doans. You Might have saved yourself A great many words if You had only reflected On what I said. I care not what you did Say, you may say as much As you are a mind to About vour dkmS3„ HOURS OF REFLECTION, 101 Lord clasbing, Lord Classing in his Height of happiness sat On a golden sofa with His noble goddess. It was something remarkable For him with them to Meet. He by chance did See them weep for him. I saw his arms extended To meet two of them ; And they on him did Seem to think much. On his breast they Laid their rosy cheeks. Their sparkling eyes to his Did extend the rays of love, When Classing often from Her rosy cheek did Whipe the tear that By Maville was caused^ He first loved Francis And theu forsook Her and took Mary, Who was the sweetest, I have seen the noble Goddess of Greece and Home. Lord Maville wai Pleased with Mary of York, 192 HOURS OF REFLECTION. Many may say what They please. I never Saw one yet but Loved some fair dame, O he despises them He has been forsaken By some, by revenge He has sinned against nature. Man from the first Foundation of the world Never saw the time but W hat he loved some dame. Man has the infamy Placed on him, he Is a dishonest being Of God's creation. O what reason have You to say, unless from The holy scripture, that Woman deludes man. We know that woman To man looks for Counsel, and that He is the Judge. We know by Teading The classics, noble goddesses Were worshipped. Their power Is cursed by the Romans. We know that we cannot Make many believe He was chosen of God To save the people. Hours of rei lection. 193 O no longer now regret To say that he has The power to save Man from destruction. At first I spoke of Lord Classing, with his Arms extended over his Dame, and was rejoicing. O the rolling waves And the rising ship Are like the earth, And are like man's life. 1? HOURS OF REFLECTION. FAME, t^orrie, I corrimand you By ail that is sacred, Come with your best Fame for hot battle. p what is life to honor ? IJie, die with me ye Noble men of war, die for What is sacred in heaven. Call you many from Their cares, which they In the mountains For many years shared. They are noble. Many I Know are noble ; they Would not have lived as They have, if they were not. For your sake they lived On bread and water, and On the rock slept. O die Before you leave them. They have manifested The hand of a Roman, Will you refuse aid, when You can bestow it on a friend. My rights have been taken, I cannot obtain them Withou* conquest. We read They lost the same in heaven. HOURS OF REFLECTION. 19J To youi command, my Noble warriors, I am Not the one who will See a man's rights taken. The noble warriois with The fiery steeds into the Pattie field, came the Rebels who polluted the ground. Sparta rejoiced when he Saw the army coming from The mountains to assist Him. He offered a^ucrif]ce. jrle thought it was his Duty to d i so, for it was By this means he obtained Tne soldiers from J?achas tlie Qreat. They contended long with Pachas in the battle field 'They into each other thrust The glittering spear and swqrd. Each one crying out for The spoils. Their commander Sold his soldiers. This will I give you for victory. Like tigers they fought, and Supped on the blood for Nourishment and cried Victory is ours, is ours ! He saw he was like To be defeated, unless He used means he would Be massacied by savages. 196 HOURS OF REFLECTION. At the time he gave These, would the savajjes Had the advantage of him He in short turned his fate. ] Each man was fighting For his lite. It was Amusement for those Who delight in war to see them they were so brave They could from each other Take their hearts and rejoice In their noble works. He who fears death Is not fit for a soldier. Have the courage ofa Ceesar Or that of Demosthenes, 1 despise not Demosthenes, Although he wcs a coward, Although his words would Make f»ne think he was brave. For his life he plead When he was imprisoned. Does this not mark the Path of a cowa.rd 'HOURS OF REFLECTION. 197 THE BATTLE. por heayen ? s sake ye Gods of War arouse from your slumbers, Spring to your fiery steeds, Advance ye warriors, advance I Rest not until every sound Heart is torn from his body. Thrust your glittering spears Through their polluted hearts, I say advance, for heaven's Sake advance, they are strong ; Use all your power, or we Shall be enslaved. O advance !- fight for your rights, your Freedom. O your country is Invaded. Put the spurs to yoi^r Steeds and unto them rush. Carry them before they spring. Their hearts are on your Glittering steel. The holy Gods command it of you. Will you be enslaved by Infidels. No \ God forbid It. Born a freeman, will A noble Greek be enslaved ? The streets were filled with Blood. The groans would make The walls of hell tremble And the old Devil blush. 198 HOURS OF REFLECTION. Again they with their Fiery steeds advance Into the host. Ben exclaimed, Hold for heaven's sake hold ! The blood was gushing from His heart. O save my Nation ; with a groan for His nation he died happy. The host was led by a Noble lord. His name was Duramville. Ben fell after Pulling the glittering spear from his side. He was not like Branchmans, "Who were drunk with wine. There Are some that have no courage Without they are half drunk. No more were his words heard ; His eloquence was telt in the Senate halls. He was the Best lawgiver and warrior they had> O sacred, just and divine. From Heaven the last descended To amuse mankind, and to Raise him to some big station. From hell, redeemed by blood He arose and was washed by Blood through Providence, By the way of Purgatory. Time chides us on. I Have no time to sport With my dame in the Giddy dance or the merry song. HOURS OE REFLECTION. 199 To battle 1 must go — No delay on my part. The Sound of the war trumpet Strikes my ear ; I must go. Eugene his brother came ; Into wrath he burst forth, to See his brother's heart lie on The ground, the swine feeding on his body He looked like a tiger fed On warm blood among Tl»e kids let to satisfy his Hunger. He spoke ; all before him trem- bled. He from his sheath drew his Sword. Ye noble warriors Follow me. We will butcher Every rebel before us. If you follow me — if you Die in the conquest, you die With honor and you are immortal. If you do not, you will die in grief. Every soldier to his arms sprung ; A word from every soldier came, we Will fight for you ; sacrifice our Lives for heaven. Rush ou the foe. With Eugene the noble W 7 arriors went on their fiery Steeds. The rebels cried for Quarter. Oh how they cried. Eugene replied, I will have Revenge for my brother's life. They trembled for fear they all Should be murdered by Eugene; 2t)Q, HOURS OF REFLECT^01m the highest class of Scotland In America. I ?aw that She was accomplished in all Things. She of wars would converse, On State affairs she would hold Counsel ; by her eloquence she Would amuse the audienco. H0UE3 OF REFLECTION. ill If they were Americans she spoke of liberty. She would scan the heavens And in the deep researches Of uature to Nature's God she Could go. But ah ! she had That sympathy when once she Had application, she flourished. By a lord she was courted ; He, like Lord Byron, could Mind their operation. This wa§ All he knew. He won her Affections, then left her when He had done so s -hopeless. How she looked! Her Eyes like serpent'.* sparkled Like flashes oflight. Such Groans, such sounds, like The distant thunder, grand ! Her glittering dagger entering Her holy heart.! O she from Her head threw a black * Glistening lock, which once In ringlets hung on her White marble neck. O when I returned, a friend told Me what was the cause of it. It made my blood curdle In my veins to see what That direful lord had done. 214 E0T7BS OF REFLECTION. ON A BOTANIC PHYSICIAN. As I was travelling to Saratoga One day with a physician, I heard him talk of his learning. He believed in Mesmerism and clarvoy- ance. He by this means tried to cure All the di-ea Steeds rushed on Their foes, as a tiger would for blood. The soldiers fought Like brave warriors. Three thousand men Victorious in war fell, And bled for their Country. In the Dattles did their Steeds thirsted for Blood. They drank The arterial blood, And in actions did Ask for more. The Thunderings of the Cannon, and the Sounding of the war Trumpet was ama zing- To me. And they Would wave the n HOURS OF REFLECTION Flag of fire. Their Motto was " Let us Conquer, or die In ihe battle-field.' 5 " Die for our country," Born freeman and Die Slaves ? Heaven Forbid it ! Let us Die freemen, if we Die at all ! Die in The battle field ! I stood on the Rugged cliff and Swayed a blade of Fire. By me Passed within three Inches of my eye. I was astonished To think— to think That they would i ; J Fire on me where I stood on the rugged Cliff. I did not Give them any Offence. I was Standing there for Amusement, it was Enough to move ones Blood, to stand and See the warriors fight, At last the invaders Retread. Fifteen thousand Entered the field, Only three left it, AH the steeds and Chariots that the Generals rode fell, 223 ^24 HOURS OF REFLECTION. Bleeding to the ground, And all the warriors - 3ut three thousand. Lost their loins for Nothing but superstition. O, will you my noble Countrymen, can you Risk your life on Superstition. Hold To your own doctrine If you know it is '**3j Right. ^ This night Was a'ferrible night For these two nations. Neither of the armies Conquered or left The field with dishonor At first one had the Advantage at last, By retreating, he Gained it. I saw ^ Tliexn quiver w hen on The glittering steel, their Hearts were resting. No more their voice was Raised, or heard on The distant hill. All was sad when They retreated. No more Could you hear the Trumpet of war, nor The stepping of the fiery Steeds on^the rugged Cliffs. All appeared Like the silence of Death. The whole Country was in HOURS OF' REFLECTION, 225 Mourning—- some for Their friends, and some For their disappointments In not gaining the Conquest. Infidels As well as Christians Wished to obtain Dominion. V\ here ! Oh where can they find Rest? Where is there Not superstition ? As much With the Christian as Any other sect. And From them no knowledge Sprung. He told of one Charge by some, and Thereby others which Are we to believe. Why Flave we not reason ... To believe there was -- 1 ** No deiuge before wars Time. We have history From China as well as From Greece and Rome And Great Britain. Enough to convince Us there was a deluge Before Noah built the Ark Has not China History, and who will Refuse such facts as Are found there. They Are as good as those We get from Greece. All this is nothing but Superstition. The older Epiets fell on account 226 HOURS OF REFLECTION, Of their superstition. If there have been ten Thousand deluges what Matters that to us. Let Us do right. If there Is one sent we cannot Turn it. O our fates Are all made permanent By the high hand of Heaven, As it was by the noble Generals, when they Into the battle field Had come. HOURS OF REFLECTION. 22? AN INFIDEL IN LOVE, As the concave heavens This one was charming To the eye. The planets Of different works. The Same Susanna sent Forth the rays from her Sparkling eyes to give Light to her charms, That shone before her Lover's eyes. Where He saw their lays he Rejoiced, and wept, Because he had no£ Seen these eyes before. Well he might weepy When he was told Of them. He would Not strive to raise the Clamor of devastation; He mourned, and many Rejoiced at his misfortune, O this is right if he is An Infidel. Help him, No! And if he had Reason for his guide Why should we condemn' Him. But let him Be directed by the God of Reason, and Then you may be sure That the unknown spiffs Wandering through th© 223 HOURS OF REFLECTION. Depths of Tartarus or Those that stop atElysian Can never make him An Infidel. O I Have a mind to be Free — I will not be Enslaved by some Bigotted Priest, when They often do so when They can. And they Think they are doing (xods will. O 1 would Not be enslaved as Other sages have been. If I need a leader, there Is one in Heaven. He Who will be deluded without Learning is a fool ! Yet one who thinks for Himself and founds A doctrine should Hold to it. HOURS OF REFLECTION. 229 REVENGE. As Juno was Revenged at Pallas, her wrath was Forever against Paris. Although her fame Was spread through Many countries, Yet she would not forgive. Venus as well as Pullas Insulted Juno as She thought, although Juno Whs a qoble Goddess. Ah, she knew the Greeks And Romans were Abroad, but Paris Denied her the prise of beauty. She sought Revenge, Her wrath was placed Against the Trojans, It was not pleasing. As Mars was not Adored by the Hellenic Tribe, Juno was Not by Paris the same. As Juno was employed By Jupiter to attend The dying females, while * I He attended to their souls, 20 230 HOURS OF REFLECTION, As often as the Dames practising jilting, Jupiter described her people . As vain and sinful. As Euripides was from The wisest parents, he Ought to be heard when Speaking to Pythogorus of Samoa. If he was the founder of An Italian school Of Philosophy, he is to Be honored more than gold. He was wise — and a just Poet. He did much for His country. He who does The most deserves fame. HOURS OF REFLECTION. 231 Your honor, Sir, Mr. M . You wished me to write you when I ar- rived home. HAPPINESS. With you on Sunday Morn did meet, when I By chance a noble dame Did see in solitude and solemnity. Her sparkling eyes and rosy Cheeks made me enquire The cause of her solitude, when She could society have. she wiped the tear From her eye when I Approached the question. 1 have no friends nor money. You know, your honor, Al that lime of five dollars You thought nothing. I gave Her pounds sterling on departure, O she was a goddess, Greater than any of Greece. O may Rome boast of Her fame. O give me her. She was learned in all the Ancient literature. No Poets nor historians but What she was familiar. 232 . HOURS OF REFLECTION. . In the merry song And the giddy dance She was familiar With and gave up sporting. O you saw me with' Her for many an hour. If you saw me when You did you would laugh You saw us when we Were amused and Engaged in conversation ; You oan't accuse of evil doing. You may think what You please ; I swear she Is a good goddess, by The gods of heaven I swear. By all the pow r ers'of heaven He is what those sparkling Eyes this moment tell That she is a goddess. you honor you had A felon's thought ; I could See it in your eve. She Placed confidence in me. You was jealous because 1 took the parting kiss From her rosy cheek, which You could not obtain. O the first time I saw This dame, I knew she Was a noble one, who Would cheer the sage of solitude. HOURS OF REFLECTION, S3 3 O ye poets and orators Where is your happiness 1 Is it en the stage^ Or with the goddesses ? From high heaven They weie hurled, to Add happiness to life. Without them man would sorrow. We sported in the giddy Dance and the merry Song before we parted ; She fell on to my bosom. Can you, my honor, As more of a dame Than this. We live For happiness. O may you sport at Eve, and women over the cliffs And up the winding vale And find happiness. O what is happiness ? You May have your pounds and Your eames, yet there is ssomething Asking at your heart for more. O happiness is that Which I have sought For many a day and hour, Seldom found it, O you saw us when W 7 e parted. She told Me there was affliction ; O you jealous thing. 234 HOURS OF REFLECTION. You and all the spirits Over head looked on me As I tried to defend this Noble goddess as I did. This goddess came \relcomed Home to her father's house Where every thing Would be plenty and free. HOURS OF REFLECTION. 237 THE FEMALE PREACHER. She to develop her mind With all her classes Would converse and read All the works of philosophy And write on the bad Condition of her own Country. Bad management. She often spoke of Rome ; Her eyes would sparkle When she heard £ataline Praised. She wept for Their ignorance when They placed him for His virtues in Rome. She wept. O it was A horrible sight to See them weep, to See the time and Fortune she had spent, And at the last She left no fame. She around with them Sit ; as true sincerity as The Romans did in sackcloth And ashes, when they Were paying homage To the gods of War and resurrection. 236 HOURS OF REFLECTION. ON CALLING ON A FALSE FRIEND. O never did the infernal Devil, when he his kingdom Held and the office of a Secretary, never was such A savage ever recorded on Hell's fiery registry. False as You are, would to God you Never will get to heaven, For you will raise a war For nothing more than your Heilish looks and acts. You may end so in disobedience As much. Who is offering Up my blood ! The sacred Gods in their marble temples, Lounging on their golden couches And snapping the sparkling Wine from the diamond Cup, at the same time Eectifying wrath at the fourth Kate, that it might produce Death with one act. The oath of Judas to his Father would not dampen His ardor ! the temptation Of Eve would not turn Him from his treacherous Course. He would give A passenger a bill to heaven, And the same would Conduct him to hell. No grumbling, he replies, HOURS OF REFLECTION. 237 Your bill is paid ; all Is right ; the r 'poor deluded Traveller receives his chance, And it is a sad one. Heaven turned into floating Hell, and for his wine, Liquid sulphur. Pleasure Turned into horror. O Ye gods of happiness Where are you : arouse From your slumber. cheer Me, These, with those aiound Me are cold^and dark ; All now is desolate. my friends are gone, Gone. I will die before 1 will weep for a traitor ; Too proud to bow to obtain Friends. He who will do It is a fool and a slave. i Condemnation and adoration Are fostered Jr/a hellish; Hearf or'a treacherous Goddess, yet Llove a Treacherous goddess more Than an honest fool, For she well knows how to Act her" part. If Byron Did marry one, he did not Love. And Shakspear Got one that was nearly Haifa score older than Himself; that is no rule ^ For others to go by, or shall Clara, the golden goddess. * What is sin in one may Be holiness in another. O where is the holy and * { 238 HOURS OF REFLECTION. Virtuous. O for heaven's sake Tell me, I have been Wandering for years after Him. O I be blind on The road to the vaults of Hell ! Eternal hell ! O this goddess leaves weeping And roves from door to ( Door begging her bread. On his account her father's Temple door was closed Against her. She knew The law, but transgressed it. O I try to think the immortal Gods of earth form a hell For this man that is ten Degrees hotter than the one Plutus has bis dominion over. O ye gods, who have regard For the vicissitudes of the Human race, O I beseech You in the name of heaven Sink him in chaos. The Fears of hell cannot dissolve, And let his soul be toasted By the devils with their glittering Spears. O now let his _ Groans be heard in the Golden walls of Paradise. If it is so let them all Rejoice that he is in hell ! HOURS OF REFLECTION. 239 LOVE SICK DAMES all ye goddesses of The green rugged cliff. This night to thee I Bid adieu. O would to God that my spirit Could rove through Those arches Of nature, where Those lovely gems Are illuminated By the king of night When fools are in Repose and sages Meditating within The sacred walls of Castleton, or the Sacred goddesses over. The green cliffs of the East, or the sparkling Water at their feet Does flow can I Behold. If I had Not I would not, but 1 have. O here is my Hand or one hundred Pounds. Deliver me From love sick dames ; I had rather have my Soul rest in hell than To have the wrath Of one rest on me ! For I should never 240 HOURS OF REFLECTION. Expect to be free. If I do differ from The rest of the human Race, it is in accordance With nature. If I Should violate that Law I should excite The wrath of God. I Am for peace with Gocl, Man and the devil. HOURS OF REFLECTION. 241 SUNSET those long And extended Glimmering rays, Which have vibrated For many a day Each one as it Revolved. The noble Glow which behind It left, there the Spirit of love roved And reposed. O 1 did not know T he power of love' Until I was placed On the distant coast. Where I could not Place my hand on The blooming rose And see you wipe The affectionate tears From the rosy cheek. O the sparkling eyes Would send the Rays of piercing love O to God that I This night could Be with thee and Pluck the rich laurels O I never expect Again to see thy Rosy cheeks and 21 242 HOURS OF REFLECTION. The glimmering rays That are sent from Thy black Italian Eyes and place my Hand on thy blooming Breast, and from This golden cup sup The glistening wine "With thee. O fair Maid of the green Glens and rugged Cliffs, where we have Roved and pluckea the Laurel by the rays Of the moon which Illuminated our path, And there is no one The wiser, for they s Never heard our thoughts. Signs are as good as Words and sometimes Better, when there are Spies in the camp, as There is in all men You know. He was f Revenged. I thought No harm, when I in Your company sought. Nor did I care, I Never saw that man I would ask pardon ; And to every one I Will pay due respect. O heaven where am 1, what am I about; Am I in the vaults Of hell, feasting on The sacred souls of HOURS OF REFLECTION. 243 Heaven. If I am, I am miserable. Since I those sparkling Eyes, I have left I never have said I loved, and never Will, yet I have seen Thee there, I would Give my life, if it Were requested, to This goddess. But she is gone, And I am free, and Care not for my Sake any more on This golden cup, and The nine will chase Me as much as You have. Angels And sacred gods This silly thing have Done. Alexander Wept for more worlds To conquer. Sages have Fell victims to this monster Which the Queen controls. He is more solitary at The midnight, as Philosophers and old divines, O hour ! horrible to all ^ The midnight scenes ; Angels trembled, blood From their breasts flowed, Groans that make the Golden overhanging skies Resound. I have your Vow, ego apapa spalvi, as It bv vour onlv hand 244 hours or reflection. On your blooming- Cheek. I«saw in Those eyes deceit., as I thought, and time Will prove all things. Your words in my Youth did sway my Mind. You had Failed in one point, You may in another. I have oftentimes Seen myself riding On the rolling waves Of fire, about to lodge On the rugged cliffs of Hell. I should rather, For choice, have rested There than in your Bands. I would have Been more "horror than Pleasure. O give rffe The reverse. Yet I like The blooming dame, or Goddess as you say I May call her. If She can arouse me From solitude, that is All she deserves that I Know of. If dames or goddesses will cure it, 1 will foot the bill. It Takes fourteen years service, But she is to be mine, If she can find me A bill of divorce, she May be free and practice Without such acts. • You cannot expect a HOURS OF REFLECTION. 245 Recompense. All those * Counsellors without success Have the same. It is not right, but Every one to his profession, * Without compensation The physician is compelled To practice. You must Obey the laws of right And wrong, if God And man has made them, We have fools to make Our laws for sages to Go by. The election of President and nullifler Has put this nation Back for ten years, If not fifty, and by Some they are called Gods, while they disown Some other name. ^ I hen, my holy goddess. To thee as long as I Dissipate no one but The sacred Gods do Know when we shall Meet. O we are parted ; When, O when shall we Meet again. I condemn Thee not, but he who Has led your mind from Realities to fiction, and Represented fables fir Sacred truth. O you Are on the golden chain That binds you and him. It cannot be broken ; 1 would not if I 246 hours of reflection. Could, for it would Make both miserable. It is on your account , I care for him. He has fetched horrors On thee. O reflect not On the past, but cheer Thyself in hope that You may, in coming Time, rove in the Distant glen, and Sit on the bank of Purling brooklets, and Rove over the rugged cliff. O weep not at your Misfortune ; there is A God that will crown You with glorj . HOURS OF REFLECTION. 217 TO LORD B- The sun bright rose. On high Olympus Rested, and the rays Of the glimmering Moon this night on Me do rest — and * With a milder gleam Since I from you turned; And have come ; And like those if I had" the power of Jove I would thrust Them to hell or the River Po. [ have not, So let the poor devils Go. If you minded All every one said, I would not. A lord Weep and beg for his Head ! There is one Whose name I will Not mention, for he Is beneath my notice, Bat wishes me harm, You know him, and R is the first and the Last letter of his name. for God's sake dine With the devils for you Will have sulphur in 248 EOURS OF REFLECTION. - The liquid sta 36Q HGI7RS OP REFLECTION. To ihee I hold all things sacred, Whether it is to my welfare or Misfortune. To thee, O Lord, I invoke my sacred songs. From thee I receive all blessing Thy power is seen and felt. Thou art a hidden ministry which Man cannot define. (Conscience, and conscience alone Tells man there is a God. Speaks Plainly and distinctly to him that there fs a creator of all things. HOURS OF REFLECTION. 281 MIND AND MATTER Blind — when the mind is Affected, or a man when His brain is taken from His cranium,- if he can Think independent of his Brain, then I will believe The mind is independent. If man can live when he is Deprived of his brain. More than this no man sa} T s. The doctrine is abandoned That matter is the origin Of thought. By whom ? It Must have been by your Deciples. No man of reason Has abandoned it. I know And all know that reflect, That he forms the cause of All things, and of all the Ideas one has. Deprive him Of his brain and he has no Mind unless the matter Is found to think, it will not* No more than the different Parts of an organ, when They are all in the right Position, when all the Parts are in the right places^ As the organs of the cranium, They act as the will Desires, whether it be God Or man God the first g$'2 HOURS OF REFLECTION. Cause, and man the Second, be after he had Proved that matter was not •The origin of thought — there Was no matter in what he Has formed — he talks of The unknown worlds and The resurrection, of the body Degrees of happiness, of the soul That is Irue. I believe We are all as the same in hell, This we are taught by the Sacred scripture, which every Christian learns to believe. Christ is our hope and savior, Without him we are miserable And lost in idolatry and superstition. .O what is this to do with The origin of thought? '' ^Vhat is to some advantage, is to others misfortune. He had better hold on to Tubili satiferi, and reflect On the origin of thought, He might give better Satisfaction in his Philosophy. " b holy,* infinite and ail aVise, he who turned the Sluggish matter into active Mind we believe in thee. In coming time it will be Transferred to Heaven. There the sages soul who believes Matter cannot be made to Think. ' lie says God is a substance, And reasons well if this is the HOITES OF REFLECTION© 26S Fact and every where present, He must be transparent as The air, or human beings could See the first cause And reason act. If God is not faster or Does it matter not* if we, Know there is a God, and" From him all things spring, One God independent, self- Existant, the author of all Worlds, a mighty king And all are blest with Active members as human. Beings, all act to please the ■ Almighty will. Souls transformed From one kingdom to another, Yet they may go when in slumber And there awake not on their Voyage. Sojourning souls aM Thinking matter may be or Not, sent or kept, which Know not but .believe, Either to Hell or Heaven Is our home. All afflictions Are placed on the human Soul and woman's sophistry And man's frailness, or She might at first fell. Him with wine, and then Offer him the golden fruit. Oh she with all her deception Is yet lovely, and man is Miserable with his companion 3 When you violate the laws Of nature, you contend Against the mighty God Who controls the works of 264 HOURS OF "REFLECTION. Nature — although some Are made miserable by Connecting the connubial Bands, and some are happy- Live as I live, O y'ou Cannot live happy in Wedded life it is hard To be recreant, or to be recanted After you have made a bad Bargain. Each one pleased Their own bead, and the one That pleased it the best Gets the praise. Ii is good To know all things which Require a long stud.v, and Wise folks are sometimes sent To hell at last for rebelling, Who have said the wisdom Of God they know, and Could analyze his powers. If they have not gone they Ought to go. For infinite Power was never designed For mortals to know. • When he before his saints Would appear, now resembling Thunder— and now ligh.ning, As mighty and God- like As Cranmer, who shed his Blood and gave his life For the public good, And as when Pakenham W 7 as taken, and the bands Of British troops. W ; hen the thundering From the British guns did Not frighten the soaring and Victorious eagle. He would HOURS OF REFLECTION. 265 Look down on them with S'corn and see worlds he Never thought. He would Live on the sacred blood Of those he with his Mighty arm by chance had Seized and then retire to ' His cave. As many sects And leaders live as the noble Lords sup on the blood of The poor and cry holiness. Eyes like fire, and a face' That would stand the fires Of hell. They would see Their brothers heart from his Breast taken for five pounds Of gold. He would preach To please his audience, Not to impart iotelligence. Although he thought that God could not make matter Think. He has said God Is the cause of all things. If that is true, matter thinks^ Man cannot think when The brain is gone, and the * Bram is matter, and her Fools are great reasoners On the mind I say nothing Of the soul. The sacred Will decides that the soul Is from this Corrupt place, To hell or heaven. If We live in accordance with Gods bow their songs of Ziori Are prest on our ear. The infklel and drunkard Are thrust to the vaults of helL 23 HOURS OF REFLECTION. By his words you might Think he was as powerful as Titans, and brave as Heros. He is a different Man, he thrives for virtue And has great success O may the help of the Lord Be granted to every Christian^ O let Christ's cause and True mental philosopny Advance. O never say \e unbelievers, God cannot Make matter think, which He has. And all the human Heads will go to hell or Heaven. HOURS OF REFLECTION. 267 ANCIENT HISTORY. We read of olden times Of men who fell from (jrace by their own disobedience ; ■The law they knew, and Obeyed it not, thus Dissenting to the law they Were sent to hell. Hell Is their abode, for thoy Disobeyed the law which Was found so established By the first king. It . Was expellecl by the secoridj. Thus it went on until It came to Christ. He exploded the law of Moses And established his own, Although he said Moses Was a good man Different creeds which Were established from Christ's own laws with The Romans and the Greeks. Thus the Roman Catholic phurch was established ; . Thus their church creed Was abominable. The Idolatry, s iperstition and Ignorancp, servility to their Hierachies. I should Think that the great Men of Rorr-e and Greece 268 HOURS OF REFLECTION Might foresee iheir destiny ; They are men that pretend r J hat they have wisdom. O God ! If this were true, Why did God not choose Such men to act. Instead of making peace They made war, and Insisted on advancing The signal of contest. ™ They with their selfish Power strewed the vale With devastaiion and Isjnorance before them. Thus sages and poets All combined through Rome and Gjreece. The Churches they rulrd. Thus a sect was taught To believe m hat the Priest said was the Word of God. Thus when The Pope obtained the Power of all, he made The king kiss his feet For the pardon ipg of hi? Sins. Thus for gratification The king made the serf Do the same and drink The holy water which run From the Pope's feet ; This was good for an Emetic. Thus the king Made them believe that He could cure the disease Py applying his hand To their neck. Thus you can see how HOURS OF REFLECTION. 26 1, The Pope has made them Believe that in Greece and Rome and Ireland he^ Is a God. «• When peace and harmony Prevail, then Popery tried To show its power. If there was one thing Advanced against their Doctrine, one would Have to be beheaded for His belief. King James Was ambitious ; he had Many friends, and wished To obtain more. The Pope opposed the cause ; There was war. King James, with all his hosts, Made the Pope bow, which Never was done before King James was victorious. King Solomon he honored ;. You know what he had Said of great sages. Some were carried on the Spears and thrust into The flames. There stood Father, mother, sister and Brother, and saw their Flesh burnt from their Bones. O heaven, my God I The shrieks which that Poor mother gave would Make you tremble. The Blood curdle in your veins. If Popery was the true Religion of God, he would Not suffer so many to 270 HOURS OF REFLECTION, Be murdered innocent. Rivers of blood have been Shed and holy spirits Sent to the other world All for the Popish religion Which the Pope has obtained Such power. It would make The angels tremble, that Cord of love and holiness Which binds converts to God to angels, and angels To descend and swear That was broken assunder By the Pope. Thus Paradise Becomes corrupt as hell, And heaven was forsaken For a time. Angels turned Black and did not know Themselves. God promised to change Them back if they would Turn this hell into paradise. Man, with all his knowledge And assistance of the devil, Cannot turn hell into heaven Or heaven into hell. deliver me from Popery. 1 had rather not know the Law of God than be a Roman Catholic ; I had Rather live in the arcades And amid the ruins of Greece. All this availeth nothing ; Without G od is with man. May the good and the great Forsake all that is mean. And make sages hold to That which is good, HOI'RS OF REFLECTION. 271 Let him send forth his Glory in all his works ; If it is in the electric clouds, Or rays of light in the form Of the burning bush. Let his Holy spirit bind kings and serfs In harmony. Let all Roman Priests not take their own hearts Blood because we should Differ on religion, for it is Mean. Donotbesuch A fool to think God requires It of you. Do not be So bigoted on faith, for that Is all. You know nothing of Malor dilon pasin authropois. Do not be so mean as to Shed thy own brother'* blood For faith. Some rely on reason, Others that cannot reason Will go on faith. O don't Mr. Pope, behead those that differ With thee on religion and faith, Higinus, the Roman bishop, Who first introduced Godfathers and godmothers And baptism was introduced,, They thought that man Could not be saved without He was first washed in the Lamb's blood. A sage or a king might As well die as to say that That doctrine was false. O heaven, see what Popery Has done. It has been the Means of shedding the blood Of many innocent men ; 272 H0UE3. OF EEFLSCTION, Their hearts have been torn Out from their bodies And consumed in the Flaming fires, and their Souls sent to hell because They would not believe as The Pope. You know that The Pope has the power to Do as he pleases. To send A man to paradise or To hell for disobedience. O heaven ! see what fates Lost on spears floating In the liquid sulphur, filling The air with flame, and The rocks sending forth their Groans, All this, and there They must remain as long As God exists. O reflect See the time you Must float in hell. O horrible. O see your heart hanging On the pointed spear of war. Then repent and turn to Christ SOURS OF REFLECTION. 273 BAPTISM, Baptism has caused the Heart's blood of many to Shed. AH f° r baptism ! Is this Religion ? If it is | want no more of it. Popery is bad, but deliver Me from Baptism- That Is not religion. God never Told men to take life to Establish his law. If it is God's law, he can establish It without war; He can Make it appear so plain To all that it is his law. O fools, contend not for Those things, for it is nothing But faith who will give his Life for faith. The title of Pope has been A long time in existence, But first applied by Higinius To the priests. Pius, a Good man, the Roman bishop, Declared the Lord's resurrection Should be kept on the Sabbath : Thus you can see he sustained The ancient law. He lived In one hundred and fifty-four Of our Lord. Previous to this Time the sekcti\vere advocated, 274 HOUHS OF REFLECTION. B'ltat this time one is as Much as we can take care Of. And at last some are Lost in torment. Next came the convocation Of Virgins to the Gods. Q many of tbem were Corrupt as the church. Some were saved through The atonement of Christ Entered the churches, and other Officers were appointed. The Men of that time were honored To hold an office in the church. Then came persecution and free Christians had (o die, Stretched on the cross ; their -Hearts were pierced by the Spears of v/ar, which had Been dipt in poison. To die is a horrible thing For some, but for them To die was happiness. For choice they h-td rather Die on the cross with toiment. O see your christian friends, With their heart's blood gushing Forth, whiog had been Pierced by a spear of war. Justin wrote his sacred Apology, and was beheaded In the same year, for Christianity. He was a Noble soldier of the cross Of faith. Anisatusof Borne, a sage he was, and Spoken was there no harm Of him ; and Polycarp, at" HOURS OF REFLECTION. 275 Smyrna, argued for the Sake of power to let the Greek and the Latin Christians observe their Own day, and consecrate Their temples to God. Then Polycarpe was martyred At Smyrna : then Anicitus Of Rome directed the Convocation of bishops, And the shaving of the Heads as they do in Chirm, They thought it was the law Of God. Thus fools believed What sages told them, if Jt was to sit dbwn in Sackcloth and asheS and Muse. The shaving of the Heads of priests is abandoned At present. What looks yVorse than a man with J-Iis hend shaved. I should Think he was a candidate for Sing-sing. Melfstus addressed the people On Christianity; thus doing Away with mythology he Established Christianity. He sought for happiness withiri The walls of Paradise, where The walls looked as if they Were made of gold instead Of brass Thus you see Deception among priests. Thus Nero the great, who Was the first persecutor Of the Christians. Cahigula And Antonius, their deeds 27b HOURS OF REFLECTION. Are all on record, and Are barbarous. There were Some who were in favor Of Christians. They had To contend with the Pope. It is true that Antonius Defended the cause ot the Christians in the Roman Senate chamber. From the time of Heliogabulus, Alexander Maxim us, Gordian Phillip, Pasittas, Nalariene Theodosius, Galas Homerus and Old Boniface, then Came the Pope ; before were Emperors. They all did Deeds of great greatness. Thus they found that the blessings that did so Bounteously bear on Them, they discovered Were against the high Artillery of heaven. After a long war they were All blockaded. The summers breeze was Down wafting them on Their gallant ship ; could No longer plow the liquid Brine, nor her lofty Sails which were once Spread to the breeze be Raised. The magnificent Temples and holy city, Which as spears did seem To reach trie heavens,- Were mouldered to the Hours of reflection. £77 Dust, Desolate, forsaken City ! O what is the caus8 Of that. Next came Sergius, a Counsellor from Constantinople* From his high ethereal Throne down to Popery, Added one hundred and Three canons to the Ecclesiastical law, Which caused great Contention, Thus you See what law has done. Next the nativity of the Virgin Mary was appointed Asa day of festivity. The feast of the Transfiguration Was first observed. Aripert, king of the Lombards^ Gave the Roman Pontiff The Celtian Alps for the Ecclesiastical patrimony. From then to now you can See vice handed down. From John the Sixth, to Eugenius the Twelfth, schism Has been with the Roman priests / Wickedness, disordered pride and Uncleannes3. Then the feast Of the Trinity was instituted By Pope Gregory. The feasts Of All Martyrs was changed By Gregory to All Saints on November, Pope, serf, or King, when he has power, He likes to show it. Thus You can see it in Gregory. Tnat king or pope who 5^S HOiTRS OF REFLECTION. Will sacrifice his country And the happiness of his Countrymen, is meaner Than a brute. Show me One that will not contend For his own rights. Not one. They have more honor than Some kings. I have seen Some kings who choose for Their mates swine to Amuse themselves with, They would take a whip And drive them in the yard To hear them grunt and Squeal. This kind of Intelligence is not worthy Of a king. O forsake such a king. Next Mahomedanism entered Italy, but could not Capture Rome. Then image ( Worship at Constantinople. Popish Rome, the genuine Mother of harlots, lived Amidst the idolaters, There were two Popes murdered By Marasia, a harlot, that She mighi place John, Her own son, in the Popedom . Mathias was adored hy the Ethiopeans. Thus the Greeks And Latins we^e nominally Reunited, and all appeared To be the children of God. The feast of James, Matthias Simon was established. Thus talking of great deedf Of men, customs and trials And afflictions. HOURS OF REFLECTION. 279 I might write from the Sixty-fifth year of our Lord to Leo the tenth in fifteen Hundred and fifteen. Man, whose mighty arm Has done deeds of greatness. Thus, like Joshua, could command The sun and moon to stand still, And which never moved. This we believe according to. Kelper. I think Kelper's Principle is not true. I Will let it rest for some Philosopher to explain. We can conceive that Theodora, a renowned woman Who ruled the Komans, Had the power to appoint Popes. this goddess, forsaken By heaven and adored by Rome. Rome become A rendezvous for the Vicious. She forsook virtue ; Her golden columns.* which Supported her sac red altars, Where the souls of youth h&d Been sacrificed for their Own sons. O fools, to think God would accept of such An offering on your part. No ; but if there is one Saved, it will be the youth. Praise the God of justice And righteousness, that Custom is done away with. O how that steel glittered in His hand as he raised It to draw the innoceat 280 HOURS OF REFLECTIOK. Blood from his sacred Son. Then God with his Mighty power sent forth in Electric form and caused The steel to crumble at His feet. O he was amazed When he saw, and exclaimed To his God, Spare my life, O I have offended thee, I knew it Not until now. O spare my Life ! For heaven's sake sparec From Paschal to Julius The Second, many Popes were Appointed, and many forms Of salvation and worship "Were instituted, and the Howling of devils filled eyery. Saint's ear. Well, the Citizens of Rome blushed Black when the Gods told Them to repent or be damned. Some were so established in Their habits that they chose To be damned. Now I will Leave Nero and cling to My God for the resurrection Of my spifit in heaven, HOUES OF BEFLECTIOK. 28* INVOCATION O ye immortal Gods ! To you I address my ■ Prayer from my silent Home and solitude, O where hast thou Wandered for many A day—- O return With thy merry song, As we parted the Cord of love slid Extend like vibrations That are on the sea. All was silent as death* Into her room he Entered. Her sparkling Eyes set in their sockets, As I entered the room She wept not on my Account, but on her own, To think of the future. By her side stood Two lovely children With hands extended. From their eyes dropped a tear^ No more I could hear The song from the harp, 282 HOURS OF REFLECTION, All was grief and mourning. It seemed like a death scene. from solitude arouse To mirth — in pleasing tune, 1 spoke. It seemed ta cheer, Fiom her couch she arose. This astonished her friends To think that words would Do more than medicine, They called me a skilful man, In a short time she was Sporting in the giddy Dance and sending offthe Merry song from the harp, O I saw her by her Lover sit. He kindly took The parting kiss and wept, To see his dame so sad. O to see those lovely children By their father sit. Their eyes Turned on him would Make an Angel weep for them. O to thee I say from solitude Arouse, there is nothing that Will fetch on a disease L ike solitude and indolence. O ye Gods and Goddesses Ofmedicite if you have Success, you had to arouse Your patients from solitude. This dame I met in Corinth in Greece one HOURS OF REFLECTION, 2B§ Day — of all she excelled In real beauty. ." On the sea I saw her Ship sailing, and from Her mast a flag of fire Waving in the brine. As her ship over the Briny wave was going It into a circle formed As it over the waves rode All seemed to roll beneath Her decks harmoniously,, She could calm the storm Or make the ship lost. From Heaven to earth— and Main her power extended She could calm the "sage And make earth tremble^ O think not that you \ Are powerful because yon Can from sea to sea go And not command the motions. As from Heaven to Christ Power was given the same Soon was shown to the Goddess^ To accomplish mishaps. When she by the tempest Was driven. She could ride The waves where others would Perish in the storm. When she was pursued In a chase, she raised 284 HOUES OF REFLECTION. The tempest, and washed The deck with blood I The cries of the dying Were music in her Ear, and drowning on her Deck was a Jubilee. As she was coasting on The deep, the noble ship Took fire. It was Impossible to stop it. This Goddess and her Noble Lords were sporting In the giddy dance from Thence to groaning they went. O to see their eyes it Would make one shudder, Like tire they looked right From the vaults of hell. Their groans were ten times Worse than any devil Floating in the liquid Fires of sulphurous hell. She with her hands extended Towards Heaven her Solemn prayer in Eloquence asked her help. O it was too late for Her this assistance To ask for her spirit Was on fire, past recovery, She swept the ground, She sighed and wiped th« H0US3 OF -. REFLSCTIQS. 28| Tears from her rosy- Cheeks, all was hopeless. At last she hoisted the Flag of distress. Her Ship was seen in flame By a coaster of the East, This Goddess he knew And to her his hand Extended, and from the Deck of fire he took her. This Goddess left behind One thousand noble soldiers On the briny waves, most Of them out of misery, ■ Her prayer was in vain, Her arm was not powerful, To save them, she wept wheii She left them dy^ng, She rejoiced when she on to Lord Loomis' ship stepped , To think that she from the Vaults of hell had escaped, The inferior devils at The gates stood ready to Receive them. O happy, thrice Happy, Lord Loomis came, O may his praise be Sung and sounded on The harps of heaven tq -His immortal praises O give me, give me What is sacred and true,, 286 HOURS OF REFLECTION, For heaven's sake advocate The laws of Jehovah. By heaven this ship was Directed to save this Goddess from degradation, From the fountain of virtue. To thee, O sacred gods, 1 avouch for this goddess, I know in Canton, in China she is worth praise. Her cry once more is Raised on the tempestuous Sea, and there is she Able to converse with gods. Her fame was known Among the gods of Honor, and among # The inferior ones. O ye wanderers, wanderers. From world to world "What strange and new Tales can you tell me. O have you discovered Any new medicines That have the power to raise Man from the consumption ? O thou fatal disease, may Thy conqueror come, if it Is not in ten thousand Years. Obtain it ye gods. O think not it is a plagM? Tfe^t is sent from heaven j HOURS OF EEFLECflORo 287 Time will prove the reverse In all these theories. Once a fever was thought To be a plague sent from Heaven, now it is in the Control of men and medicine. be independent, be lead Away by no false teaching If do call you, do you Infallibly go for truth. 1 said not she was A goddess of medicine ; She never was excelled In the curing art. All the angels and the Archangels of heaven Worship her, when she Spoke of science* Their arms trembled, and From their hands they let Fall their harps. Not to Contend against her, She for ever continued To carry the flag of fire Oq the mast, and made All the gods burn. She, in the native land Could take the unknown Tongue, and please them In the song of the dames. She wore a golden Bracelet, and in her ears HOURS OF REFLECTION A diamond worth ten Thousand pounds sterling. A harp never excelled by The Italians she carried ; No goddess of Greece Ever excelled her in beauty. With all her accomplishments, Ye gods of fame, I saw One who to me excelled Even her in many points. Of all the nations I ever Saw, the goddesss that I have just seen this Other goddess excelled. O she has from the Fountain true beauty Lent the greatest dame Of eloquence that is known, Next to Demosthenes and Cecero she was. She never Was excelled on the sea Except by fatal tempest. She on a certain occasion Calmed the tempest acid] Made the gods of heaven Amazed a* her power, All the harps of heaven Siopt souuding when She spoke, and the wave ©f torment at her bidding, O Lord R. remember This goddess you saw HOURS 0? REFLECTION. JNpf In China with me, And also her songs. They thought «he was mad, Thus in bondage they past Her, until her lover had Embarked to his destined coast. O he does not rule as Csssar of Home, but carries The same name. He was not. Caught as the great Pope, O would to the strength of Love that she may accomplish Her desire, and rejoice to See again her noble lover. M INFIDELITAS DKAMATI3 PERSONS. Sir Berkley, Governor of Virgin!*, Major Church, the British, Philip the Great. The Infidel. The Christian. g| The Chancellor, Duke of Grafton. The Arch-Chancellor, Judge King. Martin. Daniel, the Statesman. Hurmah of York. A Sheriff of York, A W auger Pasha. Sir Charles, of the West, Lord James Conde, Barbamus, from the East. Shoemaker, or You Shall, INFIDELIT1S. Arch-Chancdhr, He into the court Entered so drunk He could not stafid. His eloquence would Have made, I thought^ The God of Thunder Tremble to listem to Him. His opposing Counsellors and the Jury trembled before Him. When he closed His argument they wept ; You might as well Resist the power of heaveE As resist weeping under His eloquence. Counsellor. You call me drunk, O you scoundrel and Fool, I can turn the Mind of a jury whil® You cannot obtain Attention. They are Disgusted with your Words. You call m® 2M HOURS OF REFLECTION Drunk ; away from my Sight, or I will thrust This spear through you, You fool ! I know your Nature, and have come Here to speak of it. Last session you bore The fairest principles, So begone, or I will Take your heart's b!ooa\ You make me mad To see such a vicious Chancellor stand before Me, O ! I am a fool To contend with you. Begone ! or I will tako Your heart's blood. [The Sheriff enters? Sheriff, Sir George, you are My prisoner. Sir George, what have I done To be your prisoner. Sheriff. You have violated the Laws of this court. Hurmak, 1 have not ; ho insulted Me to my f*ce. I had A tight to speak ; HOURS OF REFLECTION, S94j The court is to blame to Let such a fool enter It. I will die before I will be taken prisoner. In his assent it was Not a contempt of court To say what you had A mind to sucft A fool. You repeat His words to me, your Blood ceases to flow Through your veins. The God of heaven will Protect me in the act. Look to your judge This moment ; he Trembles, he did not Tell you to take me. It was that fool ! By You stands he who Has made the violation Of the laws of this court. [Exit, [Buks of Grafton enters, ] Buks. Look to your country's Interest. Why do you stand Here. Your country is Invaded and you are Here listening to counsellors. One is a fool, and the Other drunk. Arouse, Ye noble Americans ! This Chancellor, if he was drunk Relieved me from prison. Ah ! it is time for us 296 - HOURS OF REFLECTION. To reflect Then the Duke Of Grafton will weep to See his day is short. O • Weep not, says this counsellor, We will gain the cause if The last man is against Us. I can sway the minds Of the jury and impress All the characters that Cheered. The Duke will Have revenge if the God's are willing. I can fight against Them as well as Satan And offer him the same Temptations; if he refuse That is all 1 can Go where infidels Say there are some chosen And some are not, Some are closed and Some are free till the Judgment' day. This Reasoning pleased the Duke. He thought he had Found a counsellor to plead His cause. The Infidel For a moment listen To jeason, let reason Be your guide and Stop your quarreling If you have told the Truth ; do not be offended, He did not tell the Truth, he did not. HOURS OF REFLECTION. 29? He said I was drunk ; I was not, you were. I say by the Gods I Was not drunk. Oh your swearing will Not make any one Believe you. Call on your religion Will not, call on All your theologian You may. Law is My profession. The Priest enters. By what power does Jesus Christ save Man, did you ask ? Infiiel. Yes ; I wish to know Whether one man can Save another through All eternity. If That is the case, I Am safe. Priest. O you poor fool ! Call Jesus Christ a Man ? And think That man can forgive Sins. Jesus Christ Is God and God is Christ, and there Are three in one And one in three, bifidel, Do you^deny the Saviour and the holy 298 HOURS OF REFLECTION. Bible, and say that Jesus Christ was Not born of a v/oman ? Priest, I do not deny the Bible, nor that Jesus Christ was born of The Virgin Mary. But I do say, that Power that sent Jesus Into the world created All things. He has the Power to do what he please. hifidel. Why did he not save Jesus. Priest. The world would not repent. LifideL He first created them, They cannot be independent ; There is nothing that can Be independent without it is a self created. Priest. Man was made a Free agent by repentanoe. LifideL And where ? Priest. In heaven saved from helL LifideL IVjbal is there saved ? HOURS OF REFLECTION. 299 Priest, His spirit. LifideL How do you know That he has a spirit ? Priest, The word of God is Our testimony. LifideL Ah ! that \s enough. Priest, O it is better for man- To rest on that, the Word of God, than to* Be turning from one Doctrine to another, by The influence of infidels. Philip- enters, Stop this, or I will Make you all corpses. Priest'. For beaven do not say . Thus, there is a just God that presides over us, Philip. Why is it that you Have been contradicting With that infidel. If he is just he would Have ended your days, Priest, To convince him of 300 HOURS OF REFLECTION. The truth, and make Him serve God. Philip. You poor fool. Do You say that you Know what the will Of God is. PriesU Yes, I know what The will of God is. Philip. You are insane. Get From my room, or I Will run you through With my dagger. Priest. Then rest and weep thou poor fool. Poor infidel will • Be damned. Sir Berkley, 1 rejoice that there Is no fewer schools In America. It is That more knowledge That is what he Added torment, peril, War and pestilence, The cause of ruin of Empires, without that man Would be happy. He Would be as the God Of nature found him. As he was made HOURS OF REFLECTION. 301 Happy ; by knowledge He becomes miserable. for heavens sake shut Up the School houses. Daniel ike Great, Let it come, let a*l the "Whole come. We cannot Have knowledge without War and pestilence, arid The falling of Empires 1 say give me knowledge I had rather fall by that Means than die in a Barbarous nation. It is By wisdom that man Escapes the power of the God Of superstition. The cause of the fall of Empires is superstition. O keep from this nation All false doctrines And idolatrous works, let your fairest Goddesses of York come* HitrmaJi* \ What is your wish My noble Lord, If it is in my power 1 will grant it all, Though you are not $fy lover, but would Be pleased to be your Servant. A man of Your wealth and wisdom, Kings would be your Servants, If they could 26 302 ftOEftS OF REFLECTION. They would die with your Fame. What do you wish. Daniel. A song or a piece played On the piano. Hurmah. I cannot sing or play. If you wish to sport At games, or in the giddy Dance I will accompany You. Daniel. That is too much like Work. I cannot believe. We will play a game Of whist. Hurmah, I should be very happy My noble Lord. Philip. The night was spent In drinking wine and Playing whist. A happy Night for him and That fair goddess, Daniel* sing me my fairest Tune. Hurmah. 1 told you I could Not sing well. Daniel. 1 heard you sinsr HOURS OF REFLECTION, 303 In Paris, Hurmah, Sing to please the noble Lords after they had Drank twelve cups of Wine and played as many Games of whist. Hurmah. She sung. He spoke With surprise in the Midst of the tune, that is hetter than 1 heard in Paris. The Words that pleased the Noble Lords were, " O May America always J3e free, never invaded Or conquered by any Foreign foe." Major Church, You wish that America May always be free. She ought to be under The British tyrant And her inhabitants be In chains. Martin. That is right, we have Got past protection. Major Church. They need no more Protection. They were Protected before they left Britain. Daniel. Come look. It would 304 HOURS of reflection:, Be like going for heaven To the vaults of Tartarius, Where there is no just Laws or virtue. Ask America to come Back to hellish Britain. I should like to see Your blood taken from Your heart. For heaven's Sake and mine vaaish ■ From my sight. Priest. \Ve have the word of God For it. That is enough to Satisfy any man of reason. O for heaven's sake never Let me hear you speak On the subject again. King. If the ladies did pay The General's fine, it is No reason that he should Die in prison. Pacha, You ought to have been Hung. You deserve not The name of American. Go to Britain, you rebel You ; call thyself a judge ! Judge of what ? not of Law and Justice. If yon Had been, he would never Have put you in prison. You were a coward and knew Not what to do. You wished 9?q please Britons HOURS OF REFLECTION, 305 And Americans ; you knew not Into whose hands you Might fall. Poor man ! Sir Charles. I saw her on the distant Heath weeping, and beneath Her feet run the sparkling Water. She wept to see Her lover fall. He fell in Battle. She was not able To carry out his desire, She was weak, she could Wot wield the battle axe. When she spoke she made The whole house weep. They Wept for her lover who Had fallen in battle. She fell beside his grave ; Her father covered both and Wept and smoothered the Green sod that over them lay. James, (iveeping.) I thought you was too Pleased to weep alone. Charles. I am voluntarily. I Cannot help it, they Were my nearest friends j To see him fall and she by His side buried beneath The green sod, O I could Not but weep ; I wept For their misfortune to See them fall in youth. O let us die, die happy. HOURS OF REFLECTION, Think no more of them ; As long as we think Of them we shall weep, While we weep we shall Be in torment. O let us Go to sleep, and sleep Until the trump is Sounded. O rejoice while Ye can, you know How long you may Have pleasure. The happiest Hours man has, are Taking the benefit of His labor. Danieli Where is your goddess. Hurmali. Here I am at your Service. What's your wish. Daniel, Will you walk with me. Hurmah. I should be very happy To leave thy mansion, and Ramble for a time, to Stand and trace the revolution Of the planets and study Mineralogy. Then retura Home much amused. Daniel, Why is it that you are So dull this eve. No song Falls from your lips ; Your eye looks dull, you HOl'RS OF REFLECTION. p07 ]Look sad. Do you think You are forsaken. Hurmah. By every one but you. Daniel. Your health is as goo4 As it was formerly. Drink wine — one cup Of wine will make You feel strong and Merry. JlurmaU. No I cannot sing. I Have seven tongues where I had one before. Daniel, I should think that You might sing a kittle, Hunnah. I have drank too much. Daniel, I think we both have. Bring me the steeds, \ I think we had better Hide James. He had gone but a short Distance when he was Slain -by her foimer lover, His steed was taken, and She with him went, because She could not help herself,- Jn less than forty-eight hours 308 HOURS OF REFLECTION. She was a corpse. He had His revenge. Pacha. Why do you not come ? Henri/. Have you not sent a traitor, O I had rather have a Spartan woman than he. Pacha. say she is a slave, and Her lover too. Come, 1 command you by the Powers, buckle or die. Arm yourself well ; Prepare to fight with the Devils in hell. For Who slew this godddess is a devil. Infidel. You say he is a devil. How do you know, you brute ? Pacha. He had a devilish desposition. InfidsL Judge by his foot. Priest. you poor fool that is A figurative expression. Pacha. Why do you stand idle, We must go. I am afraid We are too late. Shoemaker, 1 know that it has cost HOURS OF REFLECTION. 30$ Him fifty pounds this Year to keep her in shoes. Pacha . He is gone too. Shoemaker. He is out of trouble. Pacha . He may be in other Worse than this world's. Shoemaker. Where can that be. Bacha. In hell. Shoemaker. In hell ? What has he Done to carry him there ? Priest. He has not kept the laws Of God. Pacha. If he knew not the law. Priest. He might have. Pacha. * Let us have Berkeley Executed. Fetch hinv pash him to a post, Take this knife and Open his throax, and take His heart, throw it on The fire, and let it 310 HOURS OP REFLECTIO N\ Broil until all the Filth is gone, and then Throw it to the wolves. Burn his body to ashes And then bury tfiern.. MARCO BOZ2ARI8 DRAMATIS PERSONS tJlysses, robed in state, Sas, a Sea Captain. Basina, wife of Alt Pacha. Mahomet Jarep, Turkish Consul. Col. Stanhope, Creditor. National, Counsellor, Epidurus, Lawgiver. Count Sauta Cora. Emperor Joseph, Busian Corwa. Mivouli, a prisoner, an Infidzt Lord Russ, a Philosopher, MARCO BOZZARIS Lord Kuss, O may the glittering Diamonds that Socrates And Aristotle wore be Changed and serve as the Vital principle for the Modern Philosophers. O the glittering clifFI this Night will stand on, and It has been a bed for the Rolling waves, and it may be Again • and glass turned Into bread for the slaves, This has been done by the Power of man. But fools Would scorn if I should Tell them so. A serpent Can be made your friend, and A stone be made your bread. It is joy to change earth into Bones, or meat into blood, or Infidels into Christians. The latter is as essential as The first. If I were Ocellus, Lucianus, 'Pythagoras, or Acsehinus I might reason With you till morn. O relieve me from the Midnight threats of the counsellor/ 27 ' M4 HOURS 0* ftSPLBCTIdK: And the horror of the austere Lawyer, or the dagger of the Philosopher, who makes it His business to drag lightening From heaven to earth. O see the electricity thrown, Ascends the golden chain. See some fierce warrior With his arms extended, His eyes of fire turned towardf His unrevengeful God, and hit Feet resting on the quivering Fairy steed as he groans Beneath him. Both cry For help. O you could hear The groans and his teeth grate W hen he was fifty feet beneath The rolling waves, and you Could see his breath curl in The air. Well a king might Fall on his face and blush When an angel with a Sword in his hand teaching Him how and where to drive His ass ; much more to hear And rehearse such eloquence After such lightening, or Josiah Dethroning idol*, or Pheroah Bathing in the Red Sea. &w, sta captam. It was not my fortune To be a Rhonus of "Crete. I am free. X) may a choir of Gods Sing your praise and, and Venus and Minerva SOUKS 0? BE FLECTION. 315 Sound the harp. Look above all Interest and give Adoration to the holy God. O may the Holy Spirit of Gregory and the Songs of Solomon arouse You from solitude and Stupor. O the holy and Mighty John Chrostom Whose arm cannot be Waved by all the infidels Combined. His power Is mighty. Mahomet 1 am not Democritus Or Lucyppus, yet I Am not a Plato or A BassiL Yet Gregory'* Doctrines may be true As Plato's. Yet f am Not tired of banishment. No, a descendant of the Pythagorian school. No A flower of all the Sophistry of the modern Philosophers. Reason 3n preference to fiction, But fiction does raise Piinciples for philosophers To labor on, or turn Into poets and before The public stand what The world call fools ! Nor can I believe in the Heractitian sect. All philosophers and poets 316 HOURS OF REFLECTION. Will advance their sentiments Condemned by some and Honored by others. The Epicurean and Electric sect Have obtained many disciples As well as the sophists of Athens, as Gorgius and Prodigius, whose glory was Te make the worst appear the best. Sas. Would to God I had the . Power to vie with tho Heraclitus sects, and Epicurus for a companion. I had rather be left in The dark than to have my Eyes put oaf. I know not What way to turn until the Black veil is raised and The mighty tempest ceases And the thunder siap its rolling-, And the fire of seas from gleaming On the golden heavens. O I am like the rolling sen. The Ionic sect and Socrates and Solons disciples are at the present Times looked upon es men Not as gods. Sages ought to write For the public good and purify The corrupted fountains and ks As virtuous as Franceas. She Has a twinkling eye' a double chin, A Chinese form and Complexion and resembkd an Aboriginal in gesture and in Manners. She could sing her HOURS OF REFLECTION. 37T Forest song when her led lover Returned, and after wiping a Lovely tear from her eye, And her blooming cheeks, If one knew her not they Might weep with her. If they did they would as Soon weep for the fall of devils. He rejoiced when he heard of Her death. Lord Russ. O sue impl&cables Deu3. Enter Marco Bozzaris and Ulysses. Ulysses. if I had been born an Epicurus or an Aristotle 1 should be an Ulyssus yet. I cannot go with Democritus, If all natures have souls What proof have we of it, unless Life is the soul ? If we believs With Plato, how can he Sceptics. Epicurus was a great Philosopher. AH men are Liable to errors ; some do knowingly Not say Plato was perfect. He whose writings are distorted by The public is a great slave. Ye who wield pens advance Your own ideas, mind not corrupt Morals, for virtue is what behoves Every nation. what can be Worse than to see your friend Betray you. Marco Bozzaris* Arouse, Ulysses ! you have been 318 HOURS OF REILEC7IOX. Wafted on the rolling waves of Copa% and seen the Athenian Classic Halls and stood on the Cliffs of Lepanto. We have not The heros of the Theban War ; Castor nor Pollox is not here, We mast fight our own battles If the infemals face us. O what have you seen. What Makes your countenance fade? Does not the heavens look as Fair to you as ever ? Has your Wine been tinctured with w T rath. No one but the gods know My destiny. Basilica. Lord Au planus was given To Gorgick of Tripolozza "When his majesty honored The sacred streets of old Constinople with his form. O Bozzaris's arm is almost Disarmed, but yet it wields The glittering spear ; his eyes Sparkle with ambition to see His foes fall lifeless at his Feet. O it is just and right, O my Bozzaris, live till (Greece . Be free. O will lovely Greece ever forget Bazzaris. Why cannot his name be As immortal as Eparaanondas. AncMses. Some godlike Demosthenes stand On Neptune's purple floor. O ye fickle Athenians. O why HOURS OF REFLECTION. Hit Could you not let this isle Remain in peace. At least They thought they were in pursuit Of the Golden Purse while they Were after some noble God of Eloquence. Ulysses. \ How long the Turk ravished This holy land. Is not Bozzaris able to hurl the Thunderbolt of death. Why are You slumbering. You are praying For freedom and encouraging slavery. Gold aUyour command and Also men. My heart and hand And wealth are to Bozzaris to • Command, In the last battle The heavens rejoiced and smiled • On him. He had not the B'ood of Ajax nor the power Of Jove. All moved haimoniously Until he leceived the fatal blow. He saw the fiery steeds of his foes Quiver beneath his feet as he Was gasping. Brave as the Immortal Nelson. The victor is yet moving his council. Bozzaris had seen the ruins of Fallen Troy. His foes before t Him would- appear in council. Marco Bozzaris. Ephisus halls may crumble and Alexander has wept, Greece Has been afflicted, but affliction. She has survived until death. The war songs of the Greeks are S20. HOURS OF REFLECTION Sounding in my ears. Let the bolts be turned and There retniined. And here I offer A libation of my blood that Greece may be free ! The world knows my arm n Not like Hector's in war— but Weak as I am I scorn to yield So let me die m the battle field. Masuli. Your time has come your Force has reached the summit, Your power is not of earth, It is not sufficient to conquer All. It is better for you to Relinquish your soldiers and retire In peace. ' If it is possible for You to achieve your desire You might as well endeavor to Conquer the world or quench The fires of hell. Bozzaris. That is what I intend. Then We shall have peace on earth. Musuli. How can you speak such Things to me. You talk of Conquering. This does not become You, Bozzaris^to speak thus of Your power. Lookback; set What you sprung from. Bozzaris. Kight for christians to pave ii.fidelt t As well might angels serve Devils. HOURS OF REFLECTION. 331 Maculi, Dare you call us devils. Bozzarus. I do, so do all the world. And all the world rejoice to See soldiers fail, and you with Them, so far that your clothing Armour could only be heard As you are rolling down on The path to the lowest hell. Emperor Joseph. O those walls look horrible Stained with Athenian's blood. O curse the hand that caused It. O have we offended him. O Bens I why dc you suffer thai Reeking hands of infidels To scatter the sacred Athenians Broad on those marble walks. O this is nothing, for what Has past or might be. A christian's heart for mea*. And blood were made Instead of betes to draw Their golden chariots. He who will endure this. Busiona^ There is a period when all Nations think they ought to hava The work to control;, add fools Oft think themselves sages And assnme the throne. Some degrade themselves Beneath a brute and act as A human being ; no harm %%% HOURS OF REFLECTION. In it if they tlo not Deceive. At as fair as she For she knows no better. Ah! Cranins are there, thy Form and beautiful features, Thy Mack eyes, and neck Decked wisth gold. She ha» Found her lover* Joseph* Was this not her husband. Buson Cezsera. Yee, I thought it might be. But I caanot sey that Mie was drunk and her Husband too. Most »f those That !ove are apt to fall into The connubial bun Is. This was the case with this Goddess. She is fiom the Royal family. If the blood ia Peifect, and I think there can Be no improvement. I think The French are in preference To the Highland Scotch or ih© Lowland English. 'J here is None so fair as the rosy Italian dame. Some have Desidered a war and some r«ac3. V>\\\ a man like me Cou]d not love war. F.pidorits. Who can complain, when- All act as the great cause Desires us. It is out oF the Fower of mortal God's powes HOURS OF REFLECTION, 321 To define. This is the rock I built my fabric on, And the ruins cannot destroy it If nature has made many Black, you ought not to speak Thus of her. Consider what sh© Is. She was nourished on the Graft of France. It makes Me shudder to see fools and Black dames imposed upon. If her lover left her weeping He ought to suffer. Stanhope. My breast is open. See tha Scars where the sc«ptre has Entered. You must not Speak thus of her. If her Lover did save her life. Epidurus. She is gone, I know not where, I don't care, Slanhope. O heaven,. how can you Speak thus . It cannot be possible that She is burning. If that is So his eyes must snap. Joseph. She is gone, let us sing tha Funeral song, so solemn. O Mary we have Craved to fall Before thee as a Sacred goddess. %%i HOUBS OF EEFLECTIOW. O shall justice Perish for impiety O to God that you Were born immortaL O Deus. on us docs Look with revenge. But we must sing Tour funeral song, O those sparkling Eyes and lovely lips, That blooming breast Have waged eternal war. O your lover has Stemmed the rapid Tide. Your hand Was linked with treachery, G may peace on you [Rest and wrath be Quenched, and be safe You fair dame, O close thy ofice Sparkling eyes beneath Gold, and sleep sweetly Until the trumpet bounds. %f Aw ft": V :W ^ /OK: Sj ? '^wa*. r . ^ **r«T* a * A V ^ - ^ ** ^ .."' *. p. >^ »J.^L% ^ *