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the fast that the Lord approves of, Isaiah lvïi. 7, “ Is it not to deal thy bread to the hungry, and that thou bring the poor that are cast out to thy house. When thou seest the naked that thou cover him, and that thou hide not thyself from thy own flesh."
Much might be said in commendation of these amiable societies; but my limits com. pel me to be brief in my remarks. I would, therefore, recommend each humane reader to Thomas Carpenter, who is President of the Male, and Mrs. Strong, 323 Greenwich street, who is first Directress of the Female Assistance Society, for farther information relative thereto. And may, Heaven incline their hearts to take their offerings with them in cash or old clothes, or religious tracts, for the instruction as well as nourishment of the poor.
In pleading the cause of the poor we avoid generalities, as too horrible for the eye of philanthropy to behold. We will not even glance at the miserable thousands, but only confine our commiserating glimpse to one wretched family, the father of whom is at this moment either fighting his country's battles, or perhaps
“ Now sleeps in death upon a foreign shore,
The mother being deprived of her chief support, has to sell her apparel to procure food for her children--her cruel landlord sells her furniture for rent. Winter finds her destitute, unable to work, ashamed to beg, afraid to make her wants known to the overseers of the poor, for fear of being separated from her poor children, her heart almost broke, and nearly expiring with cold and hunger, reserving the little food she has for her weeping children. The recollection that the trimmings of her rich unfeeling neighbour's wardrobe, and the offals of his kitchen, would be more than sufficient to preserve her from perishing, enhances her mighty woe. Methinks the compassionate mother who reads this tragical but true relation, presses her happy child to her breast, while an unbidden tear drops upon it. Her fancy catches at all I would describe: and she will, I hope, join me in reechoing the following distich in the hearing of her associates who solace themselves in luxurious plenty, to wit: Hungry and cold the wretched mother died ;
Her woe-worn face her babes will view no more; When you are seated by your own fire-side,
Then think upon and help the shiv'ring poor., Would it not be good policy as well as charity for the proprietors of the New York Museum to appropriate the profits of one day to aid the funds of said societies; giving previous notification thereof: for by this means, many who would be inclined to view the museum only by this medium, will be often stimulated afterwards to go with their friends to this innocent and instructive place of amusement. And surely the recent preservation of the New York Theatre should stimulate the managers thereof to contribute their mite also for the relief of the poor, as a token of gratitude for divine protection when danger was so near. Let them remember the conflagration of the Richmond Theatre, and shew their thanks by deeds that more than speak. The visitors of these societies distribute their charity with a discriminating and economical care. I will beg leave to transcribe a few of the rules of the Female Society, as a specimen of its utility and disinterested generosity, to wit:
Article VII. Assistance is to be given in necessary articles, and never in money, excepting when relief cannot be otherwise effected.
Article VIII. The committee shall use their utmost endeavours to ascertain the real character and true situation of every person they visit, by closely questioning them; and if they think necessary, by inquiry of the surrounding neighbours.
Article IX. The committee shall relieve no person whom they have not previously visited.
Article X. The committee shall, according to the best of their abilities, and as opportunities may offer, endeavour to impress on the sick the necessity and importance of religion.
Article XI. The committee shall relieve the sick committed to their charge with the strictest impartiality, and without any reference to their religious denomination.
May the Almighty Sovereign of the universe shed his choicest benedictions upon the lovely women and benevolent men who compose these philanthropic societies. May. their fellow citizens never let them solicit pecuniary assistance in vain. May their death beds be to them the gate of endless blessedness. O citizens of New York remember that
By heav'n the helpless and the poor are sent
“Ah turn your eyes to yonder shed,
Where once in happier days were found
With health, peace, and contentment crown'd.
But now those happy days are gone,
In ocean's fight the husband bled ;
And all the widow's hopes are Aed. « Her children's fare, a pittance sad,
A crust to them's a rich repast;
'Gainst keen December's piercing blast. " Ye heedless rich turn not away;
For once let go th' unyielding hold ; The suff'rers face in smiles array ;
More pleasure this will give than gold."
As I have been informed that the Trenton Benevolent Society is either abrogated or adjourned, I feel my mind drawn to suggest a few thoughts to them by way of expostulation, which I desire my friend Wilson to publish in his respectable and patriotic Journal, The True American, at least once.
EXPOSTULATIONS Addressed to the Citizens of Trenton. If this super-excellent institution is abolished, for want of a little pecuniary support, after a periodical existence of eleven years, and in a city where the benevolent religion of our gracious Redeemer abounds, who can help pitying, or, who can reproach the deist, for being such. As my limits will not permit me to enlarge these expostula