blooms and breathes its fragrance upon the air in vain -he likes it not, his ear no longer drinks the rich melody of music, it longs for the trumpet's clangor and the cannon's roar; even the prattle of his babes, once so sweet, no longer affects him; and the angel smile of his wife, which hitherto touched his bosom with ecstacy so unspeakable, is now unfelt and unseen. Greater objects have taken possession of his soul-hisimagination has been dazzled by visions of diadems, and stars, and garters, and titles of nobility. He has been taught to burn with restless emulation at the names of Cromwell, Caesar, and Bonaparte. His enchanted island is destined soon to relapse into a desert; and in a few months, we find the tender and beautiful partner of his bosom, whom he lately permitted not the "winds of summer to visit too roughly," we find her shivering at midnight on the winter banks of the Ohio, and mingling her tears with the torrents that froze as they fell. Yet this unfortunate man, thus deluded from his interest and his happiness-thus seduced from the paths of innocence and peace-thus confounded in the toils which were deliberately spread for him, and overwhelmed by the mastering spirit and genius of another this man thus ruined and undone, and made to play a subordinate part in this grand drama of guilt and treason-this man is to be called the principal offender; while he by whom he was thus plunged and steeped in misery, is comparatively innocent-a mere accessary. Sir, neither the human heart, nor the human understanding, will bear a perversion so monstrous and absurd; so shocking to the soul; so revolting to reason. O! no Sir. There is no man who knows any thing of this affair, who does not know that to every body concerned in it, Aaron Burr was as the sun to the planets which surround him; he bound them in their respective orbits, and gave them their light, their heat, and their motion. Let him not then shrink from the high destination which he has courted; and having already ruined Blennerhasset in fortune, character and happiness forever, attempt to finish the tragedy by thrusting that ill fated man between himself and punishment.

EXTRACT FROM MR. RUSSEL'S ORATION ON AMERI

CAN INDEPENDENCE.

It is a magnificent spectacle to behold a great people annually crouding their temples to consecrate the anniversary of their sovereignty. On such an occasion, the heart of every true American beats high with a just and noble pride. The black catalogue of injury, abuse, contempt and crime, which exhausted forbearance and drove us to resistance, rushes upon his mind. He passes in review those great men who then burst upon the world, and who endowed with every talent, and with every virtue, appeared to be expressly commissioned by Heaven to rule the storm of revolution. It was then, indeed, that human nature, which for eighteen centuries appeared nearly to have lost all those qualities which alone ennobled it, emerged at once from its degradation, and recovered the lustre with which it shone in the happiest days of antiquity.

On the islands of the Adriatic, the mountains of Biscay, and the rocks of Uri, the spirit of liberty had indeed successfully sought a refuge. But driven, at last, from all that could delight her on earth, she had already flapped her wings on the Glaciers of Switzerland, and was taking her flight towards heaven. The American people rose. They burst their fetters, they hurled them at their oppressors, they shouted, they were free. The sound broke across the Atlantic, it shook the fog-wrapped island of Britain, and re-echoed along the Alps. The ascending spirit heard it, she recognized in it the voice of her elect, and bearing her course westward, she rejoicing saw her incense rise from a thousand altars.

EXTRACT FROM A SERMON ON THE RESURRECTION OF OUR SAVIOUR.

Twice had the sun gone down upon the earth, and all as yet was quiet at the sepulchre. Death held his sceptre over the son of God-still and silent they passed on the rays of the midnight moon gleamed on

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their helmets and on their spears-the enemies of Christ. exulted in their success-the hearts of his friends were sunk in despondency and in sorrow-the spirits of glory waited in anxious suspense, to behold the event, and wondered at the depth of the ways of God! at length the morning star arising in the east, announced the approach of light-the third day began to dawn upon the world, when on a sudden the earth trembled to its centre, and the powers of heaven were shaken-an angel of God descended-the guards shrunk back from the terror of his presence, and fell prostrate on the ground-" his countenance was like lightning, and his raiment white as snow' he "rolled away the stone from the door of the sepulchre and sat upon it!" But who is this that cometh from the tomb, with dyed garments from the bed of death? "He that is glorious in his apparel, walking in the greatness of his strength? It is thy Prince O Zion! Christians! it is your Lord! He hath trodden the wine press alone; he hath stained his raiment with blood: but now as the first born from the womb of nature, he meets the morning of his resurrection-he arises a conqueror from the grave-he returns with blessings from the world of spirits-he brings salvation to the sons of men! Never did the returning sun usher in a day so glorious. It was the jubilee of the universe! The morning-stars sang together, and all the sons of God shouted for joy! The father looked down from his throne in the heavens with complacency-he beheld his world restored-he saw his work that it was good. Then did the desert rejoice; the face of nature was gladdened before him, when the blessings of the Eternal descended, as the dew of heaven, for the refreshing of the nations.

Come thou surviving, and in thine own view, fortumate and glorious champion ; accompany me to the

scenes of calamity, which thou hast created, and survey the mischiefs of duelling.

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Go with me to yonder church-yard. that newly opened grave? If thou canst retain a steady eye, thou wilt perceive, that they denote a man, who yesterday beheld, and enjoyed, the light of the living. Then he shared in all the blessings and hopes of life. He possessed health, and competence, and comfort, and usefulness, and reputation. He was surrounded by neighbors who respected, and by friends who loved him. The wife of his youth found in him every joy, and the balm of every sorrow. The children of his bosom hung on his knees, to receive his embrace, and his blessing. In a thousand designs was he embarked, to provide for their support and education, and to settle them usefully and comfortably in the world. He inspired all their enjoyments; he lighted up all their hopes.

Yesterday he was himself a creature of hope, a probationer for immortality. The voice of mercy invited him to repentance and faith in the Lord Jesus Christ, to holiness, and to heaven. The day of grace shone, the smiles of forgiveness beamed upon his head. While this happy day lasted, God was reconcilable, his Redeemer might be found, and his soul might be saved. The night had not then come upon him, in which no man can work.

Where is he now? His body lies mouldering in that coffin. His soul has ascended to God, with all its sins upon its head, to be judged and condemned to wretchedness, which knows no end. Thy hand has hurried him to the grave, to the judgment, and to damnation. He affronted thee; and this is the expiation which thy revenge exacted. Turn now to the melan choly mansion, where, yesterday, his presence diffused tenderness, hope, and joy. Enter the door, reluctantly opening to receive even the most beloved guest.

Here mark the affecting group assembled by this catastrophe. That venerable man fixed in motionless sorrow, whose hoary head trembles with emo-tions unutterable, and whose eye refuses a tear to les

sen his anguish, is the father who begat him. That matron wrung with agony, is the mother who bore him. Yesterday he was their delight, their consolation, the staff of their declining years. To him they looked, under God, to lighten the evils of their old age; to close their eyes on the bed of deathy and to increase their transports throughout eternity.

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But their comforts and their hopes have all vanished together. He is now a corpse, a tenant of the grave; cut off in the bloom of life, and sent unprepared to the judgment. To these immeasurable evils thou hast added the hopeless ageny of remembering, while they live, that he was cut off in a gross and dreadful act of sin, and without even a momentary space of repentauce: a remembrance, which will envenom life, and double the pangs of death.

Turn thine eyes, next, on that miserable form surrounded by a cluster of helpless and wretched children. See her eyes rolling with phrenzy, and her frame quivering with terror. Thy hand has made her a widow, and her children orphans. At thee, though unseen, is directed that bewildered stare of agony. At thee she trembles ;-for thee she listens ; lest the murderer of her husband should be now approaching to murder her children also.

She and they have lost their all. Thou hast robbed them of their support, their protector, their guide, their solace, their hope. In the grave all these blessings have been buried by thy hand. If his affront to thee demanded this terrible expiation, what, according to thine own decision, must be the sufferings destined, to retribute the immeasurable injuries, which thou hast done to them?

The day of this retribution is approaching. The voice of thy brother's blood crieth from the ground, and thou art now cursed from the earth, which hath opened her mouth to receive thy brother's blood. A mark is set upon thee by thy God; not for safety, but for destruction. Disease, his avenging angel, is preparing to hurry thee to the bed of death. With what agonies wilt thou there recal thy malice, -tly re