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postor, the pharisee, and thus be a stumbling-block to philosophical unbelievers, and live and die the victim of a most fatal delusion, crying “ peace, peace," when God has not spoken peace: there is hope for the poor enlightened penitent, but I have none for the proud blind pharisee. Will our blessed Saviour say on the last day to the selfish professors, who lent a deaf ear to my humble expostulations, “ I was sick, and ye visited me.” No, he will not declare a falsehood in the presence of asseinbled worlds, to save any impenitent delinquent.
Those who wish to contribute their mito to save the aforesaid society from extinction, and lay up treasure in heaven, can gain further information, relative to its utility and disinterested philanthropy, by calling upon DANIEL M CURDY, brewer, Trenton, where donations in old clothes, or cash, will be thankfully received. Written by
A Friend to humanity. When you read this, please to hand it to your neighbour, and this little, almost no favour, if granted with sincere pity to the poor, will not lose its reward in eternity; For
By heaven the helpless and the poor are sent,
Parents who are very wealthy, would confer a special favour upon their children, as well as their poor neighbours, by leaving each of them an annuity of 5 or $ 600 per annum. to be received only quarterly, and to distribute the rest for the relief of the poor. By, this means their indigent neighbours would be relieved, and a bowl of intellectual poison removed out of the reach of their own children.
The foregoing pieces Mr. Crooke generously published in his paper without pay. The following piece, “ A FLAMING SIGN, &c. I also wrote for his paper, but left New York before it was published, but not before I saw the advertisement of the managers of the theatre, who most generously granted my request, and published that Mr. Simpson would deliver the address. Mr. Scudder also granted my request, and most elegantly illuminated bis museum and grand panorama, and gave the profits of two nights to the poor. May kind Heaven abundantly reward these benevolent and ingenuous men. Their grant ought to be equivalent to 7000 dollars for the poor, as they did not even l'eserve pay for the candles.
A FLAMING SIGN, To the Citizens of New York, both seen and
Monday Morning, Feb. 6, 1815. Yesterday morning I made arrangements to leave New York, with bitterness of heart at the consideration of spending three or four weeks of time and expense, dancing attendance upon the clergy, declaring to them my tale of woe, both verbally and in private letters ; as well as 3000 public and pathetic addresses intended to stimulate them to commisserate the miserable poor this miserable winter but all in vain. I therefore sat down to address, in pamphlet form, a few remarks to the anti-professors of religion, as the professors would not listen to my tale of woe, and those that did listen would not understand. I finished pamphlet about 10 o'clock at night, and was aroused from my intermitting slumber and visions of calamity, by the cry of fire, and the tolling of a number of church bells, about midnight; when it powerfully struck my mind, that those repeated conflagrations in New York, (about fifteen in five weeks, with the loss of about 500,000 dollars, were awful intimations of divine displeasure, which are only preludes to more fearful judgments on the rich who will pot pity and relieve the poor, For
To sympathize and melt at human woe,
This impression will no doubt be considered the offspring of enthusiasm,
as was my solemn warning, declared to N. Bonaparte 11 years ago, via his minister Talleyrande, all of which has literally come to pass.--See my Preliminary Essay, page 275. I foresaw the approach of war seven years ago, and declared the same to the American population.--See my “ Paradise Displayed," page 146. And I foresaw two years ago the change in our national affairs, and the approach of accumulated calamities in this country. See my“ Beam of Celestial Light," page 130.
But I would ask, is there any thing in this miserable world, that can attract the approving glance of the supreme divinity more effectually, tlian the tear of pi. ty stealing from the eye, and trickling down the cheek of the fair philanthropist, and dropping upon perishing old age or starving infancy. And if any thing can force the reluctant and lingering wrath of Heaven upon a city, surely it must be when the Almighty parent beholds his rich children, and those too who have the word religion always playing upon their lips, and yet forsooth behold, with dry eyes and callous hearts, the bitter sufferings of their poor fel
low mortals. Reader, art thou the parent of a numerous oížspring, and didst thou see thy mature offspring behold, without pity or relief, thy minor daughter, seven years old, perish with cold, wouldst thou not pity the last, and punish the first? without any manner of doubt. But would not such a man pity his perishing horse, dog, or cat? most assuredly: and will the source and sum total of justice and benevolence, who heard the infantile cries, and saw the frozen limbs of bis little child who perished with cold, begging from door to door in Cherry street, last Thursday, neglect to punish those who have both time and funds to remove the fatal cause which produced this doleful effect? and will not the dying exhortation of the amiable Matthew Franklin, published two weeks ago, and my first ada dress, published the day before tinis tragical, this shameful catastrophe, enhance the mighty guilt of such pitiless characters ? Admitting, therefore, God to be as just and as generous as the aforesaid father, he must and will visit the crime of cruelty, especially in professors. But says a late wri «in tho Columbiad, “ she was a little vagabond !" and did not God make even that “ vagabond” for his own glory, and to try rich men? No man can call these remarks the offspring of religious enthusiasm, I do not,