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it with the mind. To some field of labor, mental or manual, every idler should fasten, as a chosen and coveted theatre of improvement. But so he is not impelled to do, under the teachings of our imperfect civilization. On the contrary, he sits down, folds his hands, and blesses himself in his idleness. This way of thinking is the heritage of the absurd and unjust feudal sys. tem under which serfs labored, and gentlemen spent their lives in fighting and feasting. It is time that this opprobrium of toil were done away. Ashamed to toil, art thou ? Ashamed of thy dingy work-shop and dusty labor-field ; of thy hard hand scarred with service more honorable than that of war; of thy soiled and weather-stained garments, on which mother Nature has embroidered, midst sun and rain, midst fire and steam, her own heraldic honcrs ? Ashamed of these tokens and titles, and envious of the flaunting robes of imbecile idleness and vanity ? It is treason to Nature ; it is impiety to Heaven ; it is breaking Heaven's great ordinance. Toil, I repeat toil, either of the brain, of the heart, or of the hand, is the only true manhood, the only true nobility.

0. Dewoy.

XLVIII.

SALATHIEL TO TITUS.

SON
ON of Vespasian, I am at this hour a poor man, as I may

in the next be an exile or a slave : I have ties to life as strong as ever were bound round the heart of man. I stand here a suppliant for the life of one whose loss would embitter mine! Yet, not for wealth unlimited, for the safety of my family, for the life of the noble victim that is now standing at the place of torture, dare I abandon, dare I think the impious thought of abandoning the cause of the City of Holiness.

Titus ! in the name of that Being, to whom the wisdom of the earth is folly, I adjure you to beware. Jerusalem is sacred. Her crimes have often wrought her misery; often has she been trampled by the armies of the stranger. But she is still the City of the Omnipotent; and never was blow inflicted on her by man, that was not terribly repaid.

The Assyrian came, the mightiest power of the world; he plundered her temple, and led her people into captivity. How

long was it before his empire was a dream, his dynasty extinguished in blood, and an enemy on his throne ? The Persian came; from her protector he turned into her oppressor ; and his empire was swept away like the dust of the desert! The Syrian smote her; th miter died in agonies of remorse ; and where is his kingdom now? The Egyptian smote her ; and who now sits on the throne of the Ptolemies?

Pompey came : the invincible, the conqueror of a thousand cities, the light of Rome; the lord of Asia, riding on the very wings of victory. But he profaned her temple; and from that hour he went down, down, like a millstone plunged into the ocean! Blind counsel, rash ambition, womanish fears were upon the great statesman and warrior of Rome. Where does he sleep? What sands were colored with his blood ? The universal conqueror died a slave, by the hand of a slave! Crassus came at the head of the legions ; he plundered the sacred vessels of the sanctuary. Vengeance followed him, and he was cursed by the curse of God. Where are the bones of the robber and his host ? Go, tear them from the jaws of the lion and the wolf of Parthia, their fitting tomb !

You, too, son of Vespasian, may be commissioned for the punishment of a stiff-necked and rebellious people. You may scourge our naked vice by force of arms; and then you may return to your own land exulting in the conquest of the fiercest enemy of Rome.

But shall you escape the common fate of the instrument of evil ? Shall you see a peaceful old age? Shall a son of yours ever sit upon the throne ? Shall not rather some monster of your blood efface the memory of your virtues, and make Rome, in bitterness of soul, curse the Flavian name?

G. Croly.

XLIX.

AN APPEAL TO THE LOYALTY OF SOUTH CAROLINA. FELLOW-CITIZENS of my native State ! Let me not

only admonish you as the first magistrate of our common country not to incur the penalty of its laws, but use the influence that a father would over his children whom he saw rushing to certain ruin. In that paternal language, with that paternal feel

ing, let me tell you, my countrymen, that you are deluded by men who are either deceived themselves, or wish to deceive you.

Contemplate the condition of that country of which you still form an important part ! Consider its government, uniting in one bond of common interest and general protection so many different States — giving to all their inhabitants the proud title of AMERICAN citizen protecting their commerce securing their literature and arts — facilitating their intercommunication -- defending their frontiers – and making their name respected in the remotest parts of the earth! Consider the extent of its territory, its increasing and happy population, its advance in arts which render life agreeable, and the sciences which elevate the mind! See education spreading the lights of religion, morality, and general information into every cottage in this wide extent of our Territories and States ! Behold it as the asylum where the wretched and the oppressed find a refuge and support ! Look on this picture of happiness and honor, and say, "WE, TOO, ARE CITIZENS OF AMERICA ! Carolina is one of these proud States; her arms have defended, her best blood has cemented, this happy Union !” And then add, if you can, without horror and remorse, “ This happy Union we will dissolve – this picture of peace and prosperity we will deface — this free intercourse we will interrupt - these fertile fields we will deluge with blood the protection of that glorious flag we renounce the very name of Americans we discard !” And for what, mistaken men ! for what do you throw away these inestimable blessings — for what would you exchange your share in the advantages and honor of the Union ? For the dream of a separate independence - a dream interrupted by bloody conflicts with your neighbors, and a vile dependence on a foreign power.

A. Jackson.

L.

THE SAME CONCLUDED. THERE is yet time to show, that the descendants of the

Pinckneys, the Sumters, the Rutledges, and of the thousand other names which adorn the pages of your Revolutionary history, will not abandon that Union to support which so many of them fought, and bled, and died. I adjure you, as you honor their mem

ory, as you love the cause of freedom to which they dedicated their lives, as you prize the peace of your country, the lives of its best citizens, and your own fair fame, to retrace your steps. Snatch from the archives of your State the disorganizing edict of its convention, - - bid its members to reässemble and promul. gate the decided expression of your will, to remain in the path which alone can conduct you to safety, prosperity, and honor ; tell them that compared to disunion, all other evils are light, because that brings with it an accumulation of all; - declare that you will never take the field, unless the star-spangled banner of your country shall float over you that you will not be stigmatized when dead, and dishonored and scorned while you live, as the authors of the first attack on the Constitution of your country, - its destroyers you cannot be. Fellow-citizens, the momentous case is before you.

On

your undivided support of the Government depends the decision of the great question it involves : whether our sacred Union will be preserved, and the blessings it secures to us as one people shall be perpetuated. No one can doubt that the unanimity with which that decision will be expressed, will be such as to inspire new confidence in republican institutions; and that the prudence, the wisdom, and the courage, which it will bring to their defence, will transmit them unimpaired and invigorated to our children. May the Great Ruler of nations grant that the signal blessings with which He has favored ours, may not, by the madness of party or personal ambition, be disregarded and lost; and may His wise Providence bring those who have produced this crisis, to see their folly, before they feel the misery of civil strife ; and inspire a returning veneration for that Union, which, if we may dare to penetrate His designs, He has chosen as the only means of obtaining the high destinies to which we may reasonably aspire.

A. Jucksom.

II.

BURR AND BLENNERHASSETT.

PLAIN A

man, who knew nothing of the curious transmutation which the wit of man can work, would be very apt to wonder by what kind of legerdemain Aaron Burr had contrived to

shuffle himself down to the bottom of the pack, as an accessory, and turn up poor Blennerhassett as principal, in this treason. Who, then, is Aaron Burr, and what the part which he has borne in this transaction ? He is its author, its projector, its active executor. Bold, ardent, restless, and aspiring, his brain conceived it, his hand brought it into action.

Who is Blennerhassett? A native of Ireland, a man of let. ters, who fled from the storms of his own country, to find quiet in ours.

On his arrival in America, he retired, even from the population of the Atlantic States, and sought quiet and solitude in the bosom of our western forests. But he brought with him taste, and science, and wealth ; and “lo, the desert smiled!” Possessing himself of a beautiful island in the Ohio, he rears upon it a palace, and decorates it with every romantic embellishment of fancy. A shrubbery, that Shenstone might have envied, blooms around him. Music, that might have charmed Calypso and her nymphs is his. An extensive library spreads its treasures before him. A philosophical apparatus offers to him all the secrets and mysteries of Nature. Peace, tranquillity, and innocence, shed their mingled delights around him. And, to crown the enchantment of the scene, a wife, who is said to be lovely even beyond her sex, and graced with every accomplishment that can render it irresistible, had blessed him with her love, and made him the father of several children. The evedence would convince you, sir, that this is but a faint picture of the real life. In the midst of all this peace, this innocence, and this tranquillity, - this feast of the mind, this pure banquet of the heart, the destroyer comes. He comes to turn this paradise into a hell. Yet the flowers do not wither at his approach, and no monitory shuddering through the bosom of their unfortunate possessor warns him of the ruin that is coming upon him. A stranger presents himself. It is Aaron Burr. Introduced to their civilities by the high rank which he had lately held in his country, he soon finds his way to their hearts, by the dignity and elegance of his demeanor, the light and beauty of his conversation, and the seductive and fascinating power of his address. The conquest was not difficult. Innocence is ever simple and credulous. Conscious of no designs itself, it suspects none in others. It wears no guards before its breast. Every door and

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