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1. UNFADING hope! when life's last embers burn,

When soul to soul, and dust to dust return,
Heav'n to thy charge resigns the awful hour !
Oh! then thy kingdom comes ! Immortal Power!
What though each spark of earth-born rapture fly
The quivering lip, pale cheek, and closing eye!
Bright to the soul thy seràph hands convey
The morning dream of life's eternal day:
Then, then the triumph of the trance begin!

And all thy Phænix spirit burns within ! 2. On! deep-enchanting prelude to repose,

The dawn of bliss, the twilight of our woes-
Yet half I hear the parting spirit sigh,
It is a dread, an awful thing to die!
Mysterious worlds, untravel'd by the sun!
Where time's far-wand’ring tide has never run,
From your unfathom'd shades, and viewless spheres,

A warning comes, unheard by other ears. 3. 'Tis Heaven's commanding trumpet long and loud,

Like Sinai's thunder, pealing from the cloud !
While nature hears with terror-mingled trust,
The shock that hurls her fabric to the dust;
And, like the trembling Hebrew, when he trod
The roaring waves, and called upon his God,
With mortal terrors clouds immortal bliss,

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
Cimmerian darkness on the parting soul !
Fly, like the moon-ey'd herald of dismay,
Chas'd on his night-steed by the star of day!
The strife is o'er—the pangs of nature close,

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,
On heavenly winds that waft her to the sky,
Float the sweet tones of star-born melody;
Wild as that hallowed anthem sent to hail
Bethlehem's shepherds in the lonely vale,
When Jordan hush'd his waves, and midnight still
Watch'd on the holy towers of Zion's hill !

6. Soul of the just! companion of the dead !

Where is thy home, and whither art thou fled ?
Back to its heavenly source thy being goes,
Swift as the comet wheels to whence he rose;
Doom'd on his airy path awhile to burn,
And doom'd, like thee, to travel, and return.
Hark! from the world's exploding center driven,
With sounds that shock the firmament of heaven,
Careers the fiery giant, fast and far,
On bickering wheels, and adamantine car.

7. From planet whirld to planet more remote,

He visits realms beyond the reach of thought;
But wheeling homeward, when his course is run,
Curbs the red yoke, and mingles with the sun!
So hath the traveler of earth unfurl'd
Her trembling wings, emerging from the world ;
And, o'er the path by mortal never trod,
Sprung to her source, the bosom of her God!





First Voice.
1. How awful the place—how gloomy-how chill!
Where the pangs of disease are lingering still,
And the life-pulse is fluttering in death.

Second Voice.
2. How delightful the place—how peaceful-how bright!
There, calmly and sweetly, the taper's soft light
Shines—an image of man's fleeting breath.

Först Voice
3. There the angel of death on the vitals is preying,
While beauty and loveliness fast are decaying,
And life's joys are all fading away.

Second Voice.
4. There the spirits of mercy round the pillow are flying,
As the angel-smile plays on the lips of the dying,
And hope cheers the soul with her ray.

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.




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.


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