the best speech I h.td ever made in Congess '
But, alas! when we came to take the vote,
had it not been for Col. Benton, who with dif
ficulty voted for it of all my old democratic
friends, t would have been found "solitary
and alone" in its support. For this vote and
this speech I have never been forgiven by
•those in power' 'I was excommunicated.
Thtti which was sound demoracy when Mr.
Adams was in power, was in their opinion
rank Federalism in the days of 1Û9 successor.
The amount of money to be found in the
hands of certain Loco Foco blusters, who
busy themselves with the approaching elec
tion. i* truly astonishing• One is almost
inclined to ask with King George, relative
to the apples in the dumplings, "how the
devil they got there?" but the following
from a Bangor (MaineJ paper explains the
whole affair, and shows whose money is
offered to the people:
"Daring Interference. —The officers of
the United States Governmentare trying to buy
up voters in Maine. 822,000 have recer tly
arrived from Baltimore, which was raised by
the office holders for electioneering in Maine.
The tories here are boasting of what wonders
they can do with it. They offer 8100 toevery
man they consider doubtful. Runners are sent
into all parts of the state, and bullying and
■—browbeating are their principal weapons."
From Christian Statesmen.
•THE FOOL HATH SAID IN HIS HEART
THERE IS NO GOD.»
BT MRS. L. K. SIGOURNEY.
"No Gad! No God!" The simplest flower
That on the wild is found,
Shrinks; as it drinks its cup of dew,
And trembles at the sound;
"No God!"—astonished echo cries
From out her cavern hoar,
And every wandering bird that flies
Reprove the Atheist-lore.
The solemn forest lits its head,
The Almighty to preclaim;
The breoklet, on its chrystal urn.
Doth leap to grace his name,
High swells the deep and venghful sea,
Along his billowy track.
And red Vesuvius opes his mouth, .
To hurl the falsehood back.
plum-tree,Iwith its princely
The rocoa's leafy shade,
The bread-fruit, bending t* its lord,
In yon, far island-glade;
The windged seeds, that borne by winds,
The roving sparrow feed.
The melon, on the desert-sands,
Confute the scornor's creed.
"No God!" with indignation^high
The fervent Sun is stirr'd;
.<ffld the pale Moon turns paler still,
At such an impious wortf;
And from their burning thrones, the Stars
Look down with angry eye,
That thus a worm of dust should mock
Hartford, Ct., July 4, 1838,
We copy the following specimen of punning
from the Southern Literary Messenger for last
MR. MAURY AND MISS MARY.
Mr. Maury and Miss Mary
Of graver talk grown weary,
Essay'd to task their cunning,
In tlie pleasent sport of punning.
Said the former to the latter,
"Far be't from me to flatter,
But certainly *tis true.
That if'twere not for U
Most gladly I'd be Mary.
The ready "witted fairy.
Prompt not to be outdone
In compliment or pun,
Replied, "If I had U
I would be Maury too.
THE subscriber takes this oppor.
tunity of informing his friends and the
jPulic, that he has commenced the Hat
ting business at Millsborough, Dela
ware, and that he has constantly on hand a
general assortment of
FUR AND SILK HATS.
In all their variety—which will be sold on the
Bespoke hats made at the shortest notice, by
September 7th 1838.
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