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HOPE TRIUMPHANT IN DEATH.
1. UNFADING hope! when life's last embers burn,
When soul to soul, and dust to dust return,
And all thy Phænix spirit burns within ! 2. On! deep-enchanting prelude to repose,
The dawn of bliss, the twilight of our woes-
A warning comes, unheard by other ears. 3. 'Tis Heaven's commanding trumpet long and loud,
Like Sinai's thunder, pealing from the cloud !
And shrieks, and hovers o'er the dark abyss ! 4. Daughter of faith, awake, arise, illume
The dread unknown, the chaos of the tomb !
Melt and dispel, ye specter doubts, that roll
And life's last rapture triumphs o'er her woes. 5. Hark! as the spirit eyes, with eagle gaze,
The noon of heaven, undazzled by the blaze,
6. Soul of the just! companion of the dead !
Where is thy home, and whither art thou fled ?
7. From planet whirld to planet more remote,
He visits realms beyond the reach of thought;
THE CHAMBER OF SICKNESS-TWO VOICES.
First Voice. 5. How the spirit is pained, e’en when loved ones are near, Or sympathy bathes its lone couch with a tear; Its hopes are all dead—its joy is despair.
Second Voice. 6. How the holiest endearments that kindred souls cherish, Though the mortal decay and its graces all perish, Are perfected and purified there.
First Voice. 7. How ghastly the visage of death doth appear, How frightful the thought of the shroud and the bier,
And the blood-crested worm how vile!
Second Voice. 8. How friendly the hand that faith is now lending, How benignant her look o'er the pillow while bending,
How sweet, how assuring her smile!
First Voice. 9. There, in triumph, the death-knell is fitfully pealing, While the shivering chill to the cold heart is stealing,
And the life-current warms--no-never
Second Voice. 10. Hear the joy-speaking voice of some angel calling, As the visions of heaven on the rapt soul are falling,
And hope is fruition forever.
EULOGY ON SOUTH CAROLINA.
1. I shall make no professions of zeal for the interests and honor of South Carolina ; of that, my constituents shall judge. f there be one state in the Union, Mr. President, (and I say it jot in a boastful spirit,) that nay challenge comparisons with. any other, for a uniform, zealous, ardent, and uncalculating de votion to the Union, that state is South Carolina. Sir, from the very commencement of the revolution, up to this hour, there is no sacrifice, however great, she has not cheerfully made—no service she has ever hesitated to perform. She has adhered to you in your prosperity; but in your adversity she has clung to you with more than filial affection.
2. No matter what was the condition of her domestic affairs -though deprived of her resources, divided by parties, or surrounded with difficulties, the call of the country has been to her as the voice of God. Domestic discord ceased at the sound-. every man became at once reconciled to his brethren, and the sons of Carolina were all seen crowding together to the temple, bringing their gifts to the altar of their country.
3. What was the conduct of the south during the revolution? Sir, I honor New England for her conduct in that glorious struggle. But great as is the praise which belongs to her, I think at least equal honor is due to the south. They espoused the quarrel of their brethren, with a generous zeal, which did not suffer them to stop to calculate their interests in the dispute. Favorites of the mother country, possessed of neither ships nor seamen to create a commercial rivalry, they might have found in their situation a guarantee that their trade would be forever fostered and protected by Great Britain. But, trampling on all considerations, either of interest or safety, they rushed into the conflict, and fighting for principle, periled all in the sacred cause of freedom.
4. Never was there exhibited, in the history of the world, higher examples of noble daring, dreadful suffering, and heroic endurance, than by the whigs of Carolina, during the revolution. The whole state, from the mountains to the sea, was overrur by an overwhelming force of the enemy. The fruits of industry perished on the spot where they were produced, or were con sumed by the foe. The “plains of Carolina” drank up the most precious blood of her citizens. Black and smoking ru ins marked the places which had been the habitations of her children! Driven from their homes, into the gloomy and almost impenetrable swamps, even there the spirit of liberty survived, and South Carolina, (sustained by the example of her Sumpters and her Marions,) proved, by her conduct, that though her soil might be overrun, the spirit of her people was invincible.