With trailing through Jerusalem, was laid And left him with his dead. The King stood still Alas my noble boy! that thou should'st die, "Cold is thy brow my son! and I am chill As to my bosom I have tried to press theeHow was I wont to feel my pulses thrill, Like a rich harp string, yearning to caress thee— And hear thy sweet, 'my father,' from these dumb And cold lips, Absalom! "The grave hath won thee. I shall hear the voice "And oh! when I am stricken, and my heart Like a bruised reed, is waiting to be broken, How will its love for thee, as depart, Yearn for thine ear to drink its last deep token! It were so sweet amid death's gathering gloom To see thee, Absalom! "And now farewell! 'tis hard to give thee up, With death so like a gentle slumber o'er thee; And thy dark sin-oh! I could drink the cup If from this woe its bitterness had won thee, May God have called thee like a wanderer home, My erring Absalom!" He covered up his face, and bowed himself A RACY STUMP SPEECH. FRIENDS and fellow-citizens, of this conflictuous community-I'se riz to give you warnin', and make a political speech, and tell you what I'se gone to talk about and allude to-"now, I'd like to have you pay particular attention;' (as the preacher says, when the boys are pitchin' beans at his nose) I say a crisis has arrived;-the wheels of government is stopped; the rudder's unshipped;-the biler busted ;and we're afloat and the river risin;—our glorious Ship of State, that like a bobtailed gander has so peacefully glided adown the current of time, has had its harmony disturbed; and is now driftin' with fearful rapidity towards the shoals and quicksands of disunion, threatenin' to bust everything into flinders, and pick itself up in the end, a gone goslin. Hearken no longer ye worthy denizens of Goose Hollow, Terrapin Neck, Possum Swamp, and adjacent regions, to the siren voice that whispers in your ear the too delusive sound of peace, peace;-for peace has sloped, and flowed to other lands or div to the depths of the mighty deep;—or in the emphatic language of Tecumphsorun ; care a "Gone flickerin through the frogs of other climes, or like the great Alexander, who at the battle of Hunker's Bill, in the agony of despair frantically shrieked out :-"0, gravy! peace has gone like my skule-boy days, and I don't (He was a whole hoss and team, sure.) Ladies and gentlemen: The great bird of American liberty has flown aloft, and soarin' on the wings of the aurore-borealis, is now hoverin' high o'er the cloud-capped peaks of the Rockagany mountains:-and when he shall have penetrated into the unknown regions of unlimited space," and then shall have stooped down, and lit on daddy's wood-pile; I shall be led to exclaim in the language of Paul, the hosler, "root pork, or die." Fellow-citizens, and gals too: In our halls of legislation, confusion runs riot and anarchy reigns supremest; rise up, then, like pokers in a tater-patch, and fall into ranks; sound the tocsin, blow the drum, and beat the tin-horn-till, the startled echoes, reverberatin' from hill-top to hill-top, and from gopher-hill to gopher-hill, shall reach the adamantine hills of New England, and the ferruginious disporitions of Missouri, and the auriferous particles of California, to pick up their ears, and in whispered accents, inquire of her valors: "what's out. Feller-citizens and the wimmin: I repeat it, to your posts, and from the top-most peak of the Ozark Mountains bid defiance to the hull earth, by hollerin "who's afeard," in such thunderin' tones, that quakin with fear, you'll forget what danger is. Don your rusty regimentals, and wipe the flints of your old guns; beat up your scythes and make swords of them, put on your huntin' shirts, mount your hosses, and save the nation, or bust." My dear hearers, and the rest of the boys; time's criticaland every man that's got a soul as big as the white of a culled pusson's eye, will fight, bleed, and die for his country. Thems the times you want men in the council of the nation you can depend on-that's me-elect me to Congress, and I'll stick to you through thick and thin, like a lean tick to a nigger's shin. You all know me, I've been fotched up among ye;-already, on the wings of top-lifted imagination, I fancy I can see you marching up to the polls in solid phalanx, and with shouts that make the earth ring. Hurrah! for Jim Smith;-come down on my opponent like a thousand of brick on a rotten pumkin. But, my devoted constituency, I'm not going to make an electioneerin' speech, I'd scorn the act from the lowest depths of my watch fob,-words are inadequate to fully portray my feelings towards you, and my love for office. All I ask is your votes, and leave everything else with the people ;concluding in the touchin' words of that glorious old martyr in the wax figger bizness;-"Be virtuous and you'll be happy." GENERAL JOSEPH REED; OR, THE INCORRUPTIBLE PATRIOT.-By Rev. Edward C. Jones. Governor Johnstone is said to have offered Gen. Joseph Reed £10,000 sterling, if he would try to re-unite the colonies to the mother country. Said he, "I am not worth purchasing; but, such as I am, the King of Great Britain is not rich enough to buy me." I SPURN your gilded bait, oh, King, my faith you cannot buy; Carlisle and Eden may consort to bring about a peace; What said our noble Laurens? What answer did he make? Are ye afraid of Bourbon's house? And do ye now despair, Why, English hearts there are at home, that pulsate with our own: Ten thousand pounds! ten thousand pounds! Shall I an Esau prove, And for a mess of pottage sell the heritage I love? If you can blot out Bunker Hill, or Brandywine ignore, Or Valley Forge annihilate, and wipe away its gore; If you can make the orphans' tears forget to plead with God, The King of England cannot buy the faith which fills my heart; LIBERTY AND UNION.- Webster. I PROFESS, sir, in my career hitherto, to have kept steadily in view the prosperity and honor of the whole country, and the preservation of our federal union. It is to that union we owe our safety at home, and our consideration and dignity abroad. It is to that union that we are chiefly indebted for whatever makes us most proud of our country. That union we reached, only by the discipline of our virtues in the severe school of adversity. It had its origin in the necessities of disordered finance, prostrate commerce, and ruined credit. Under its benign influences, these great interests immediately awoke, as from the dead, and sprang forth with newness of life. Every year of its duration has teemed with fresh proofs of its utility and its blessings; and, although our territory has stretched out wider and wider, and our population spread farther and farther, they have not outrun its protection or its benefits. It has been to us all, a copious fountain of national, social, and personal happiness. I have not allowed myself, sir, to look beyond the union, to see what might lie hidden in the dark recess behind. I have not coolly weighed the chances of preserving liberty, when the bonds that unite us together, shall be broken asunder. I have not accustomed myself to hang over the precipice of disunion, to see whether, with my short sight, I can fathom the depth of the abyss below; nor could I regard him as a safe counsellor in the affairs of this government, whose thoughts should be mainly bent on considering, not how the union should be preserved, but, how tolerable might be the condition of the people, when it shall be broken up and destroyed. While the union lasts, we have high, exciting, gratifying prospects spread out before us, for us and our children. Beyond that, I seek not to penetrate the vail. God grant, that in my day, at least, that curtain may not rise. God grant, that on my vision never may be opened what lies behind. When my eyes shall be turned to behold for the last time, the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious union; on states dissevered, discordant, belligerent; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood! Let their last feeble and lingering glance, rather, behold the gorgeous ensign of the republic, now known and honored throughout the earth, still full high advanced, its arms and trophies streaming in their original lustre; not a stripe erased or polluted, nor a single star obscured, bearing for its motto, no such miserable interrogatory as, What is all this worth? nor those other words of delusion and folly: Liberty first, and union afterwards; but everywhere, spread all over in charac |