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In our own time and country, this envenomed, hydra monster, is continuing its ravages, sweeping over our far famed Republic, like a Samiel wind over the desert of Sahara.
In matters of religion, this disturber of harmony has interfered, and demolished the old land marks of one faith, one God, and one baptism. Charity, humility, peace, forbearance, forgiveness, and consistent piety; were the marked characteristics of primitive Christians. Now, these Christian graces are often shorn of their original beauty, by Inconsistency.
In the days of the Apostles, no studied rhetoric was thrown about the story of redeeming love; simple, unadorned truth, enraptured the immortal mind, and poured upon it a flood of celestial light, that led thousands in a day, to embrace the religion of the cross. No splendid fixtures then adorned their places of worship; the manger was fresh in the memory of the disciples of Jesus; his rebukes of show and vain pride were not forgotten; the golden calf of Fashion was not admitted in the church; pure religion, unalloyed with conjecture and enigmatical construction, was inculcated, with power and success. How changed the scene, how humiliating the conflicts of modern theology. Oh! Inconsistency! what evils hast thou not perpetrated.
Infidelity, in all its various shades, is a legitimate child of Inconsistency. The man who has read the Bible; who understands the physiology of the world, the philosophy of mind, the minutiæ of anatomy, the powers of reason, and the revolving circuit of his own soul; and denies the existence of Him who spake, and it was done ; who commanded, and it stood fast; dis
robes himself of the noblest powers bestowed by creative Wisdom, and sinks himself below the level of a brute. All things, from the leaf that vibrates in the breeze, to the etherial sky, spangled with stars ; proclaim the existence of a God. Most assuredly, there is a Supreme Being, who rules, with unerring wisdom, in the kingdoms of Nature, Providence, and Grace. This position is most conducive to happiness in this life—the superstructure of the contrary, produces misery here; if its foundation should prove false, and the other true, the infidel curses himself in this world, only to be damned in the next. Moral rectitude is the substratum of human felicity-infidelity, the destruction of social order.
Vice, from the larceny of a pin, to the most daring burglary; from the simple assault, to the most tragical homicide; from the trifling “white” lie, to the basest perjury, are all spontaneous plants from the hot bed of Inconsistency.
Are you in the habit of profane swearing ? This is a yarn in the web of this arch enemy, and lessens your worth in the estimation of all good society. It is without excuse, and, like shooting at the wind, is without object.
Are you in the habit of lying and deceiving ? This is a prominent part of the warp, in the web of this fell destroyer, and will stamp you with lasting disgrace, unless
break the snare at once. Do you foster a disposition to appropriate small articles belonging to others to your own uses? If you indulge in taking newspapers, umbrellas, &c.-you are worshipping at the shrine of Inconsistency, and, unless you break the spell, this propensity will increase, and
may lead you to destruction. Break off this customary habit at once, and save your reputation from premature death.
Are you in the habit of intemperance? This is one of the iron cages of Inconsistency, and, unless you burst the bars, and regain your freedom, you will be plunged headlong into the dark abyss of poverty and disgrace; fill a drunkard's
soul in a drunkard's hell. If you regard your present and eternal welfare, escape for your life
Are you the keeper of a doggery? You are the resurrection man of Inconsistency, and may be the fatal instrument of pushing your fellow men into hell. The day of retribution will come—the effluvia from your slaughter house reaches to heaven, and pollutes the air around you. Abandon your unholy traffic in deadly poison.
Are you in the habit of gambling? You are on the enchanted ground of Inconsistency, amidst deadly pitfalls—in a den, filled with adders and scorpions. You are on the confines of the castle of despair, within the centripetal motion of the whirlpool of destruction, and within the folding coils of the Boa Constrictor of ruin. Retrace your steps quickly, or you may be lost-irrecoverably lost for ever. Every moment you remain, is full of danger and big with consequences. You may inhale the magic gas, be “drugged," and your doom for ever sealed. The hearts of blacklegs are ossified with avarice, they would sport on their mother's coffin, for a half dime.
Are you given to lewd company? Theirs is the banquetting house of Inconsistency, where every draught is intoxicating poison, every viand, a hook full of barbs.
It is the repository of blighted reputation, the absorber of connubial felicity; the quintessence of misery and wo. Retreat from it, as you would from the jungle of a tiger, or the lair of a lion. Your safety de pends on flight ; linger not a moment; its chambers lead to the shades of death. Its allurements charm, to ruin; its fascinations dazzle, to bewilder; its inmates flatter, to destroy. Its atmosphere is more dangerous than the cholera ; its miasma, more deleterious than pestilence.
Are you one of the numerous gangs of thieves, pickpockets, counterfeiters, or forgers; that infest our widespread country? These are the guerilla banditti of Inconsistency, and although you may be a silent partner, with an untarnished reputation in the sight of men, God sees you, and will bring you to judgment. The penitentiary or the gallows may yet be your portion. Every step you proceed in the association, is full of peril. The sword of justice is drawn, ready to cut you down. Dissolve the unhallowed union-return to the paths of rectitude; resume the mantle of honesty; and avoid the vials of wrath, already poised over your guilty head.
Are you wandering in the labyrinth of ignorance, superstition and bigotry? These are the beams of Inconsistency, thrust into your eyes by this arch enemy, clouding your vision, enslaving your mind, deranging your senses, chilling your heart, darkening your soul, depriving you of the refined enjoyments of life; and crippling your noblest powers.
Come out from your isolated babitation of damps and fogs; open your mind to the genial rays of intelligence, reason, and charity ; extricate yourself from the dark quarry of ignorance ;
throw off the galling yoke of superstition; banish corroding bigotry; open your eyes to the light ; seize upon the pleasures of liberty; and fulfil the design of your creation. Remain no longer amidst stagnant pools, and loathsome vapors, where serpents hiss and plagues devour; you may then bathe in rivers of delight, and be free indeed.
Are you under the influence of fanaticism? This is the tornado of Inconsistency, charged with the besom of destruction, leaving in its dismal wake, oceans of blood, governments dissolved, and nations ruined.
Are you an abettor or tolerator of faction? This is the avalanche of Inconsistency, and carries on its convulsed bosom, terror, dismay, and revolution. Before you lift a finger to put this destructive mass in motion, pause, reflect, and cool. Read the pages of ancient and modern history, and learn its awful ravages; weigh well its results in our own cities, but recently smoking with the blood of its victims. It must be guarded against, or it will yet prostrate the beautiful superstructure of our UNION, and LIBERTY will expire, amidst the burning ruins of its own citadel.
Are you a participant in political corruption ? This is the volcano of Inconsistency, with a crater more dangerous than that of Vesuvius. Its burning lava will dry up the flowing stream of patriotism, wither the fairest flowers of honesty that bloom ; destroy the noblest edifice FREEDOM can rear. Its mountain waves submerged the ancient republics in ruin; consumed the ancient kingdoms; and are assuming a fiery aspect in our beloved country. Let every patriot unite in purging our atmosphere from political intrigue; turn back the rolling flood, by banishing from public trust, every