out of the minds and hearts of the children; and they in their turn, when thus instructed, will keep it from the next generation and so the Republic is safe from all intrusion against the rights of Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, for which alone our Constitution has been framed."

The Word of God is ruled out and the liberty of anarchy marches in. The Laws of the Gospel of God are forbidden in the teaching of the children in our common-schools. And what can be the result of all this but a disintegration and dissolution of the very foundations of society? If the foundations, laid by God in the knowledge and religion of the Gospel, be destroyed, what shall the righteous do? There will speedily be none righteous to answer the question, and then in our generation cometh the beginning of the End.

May God in infinite mercy deliver our nation from such blaspheming legislators and philosophers!

CHAPTER XI.

CONTINUANCE AND PROGRESS OF THE CONFLICT.

LETTER

FROM REV. DR. TYNG, AND NOTICE OF THE DEATH OF
HIS SON, WITH EULOGY UPON HIS MEMORY BY THE YOUNG
MEN OF THE CHURCH OF THE PURITANS.

WE

VE present here an extract from one of Mrs. Cheever's letters to a friend and relative, on returning from a visit to Washington. One must have been for a season in the very centre of the conflict then in progress there, justly to judge as to the right or wrong of the contending forces of opinion and action then at work among those at the head of our Government.

DEAR E., We were truly glad, I assure you, to find ourselves again in our own quiet home, our peaceful and comfortable abode. It is dearer and more charming every time we return to it. I was aware of the plan for Port Royal, of which you speak, and that our friend Mrs. Harlan, the Senator's wife, has gone herself on the expedition, partly for her health and partly to do good. She is a noble, firm, resolute woman, qualities very

essential in this age of cowardice, treason, and unfaithfulness to principle.

The want of righteous principle in some men makes those who are straightforward and who adhere strictly to God's commands, appear extreme and fanatical. I am glad you still hold on to the principles of the Church of the Puritans. They are for God and humanity, and will outlast this Government and those who compose it. Our great mass-meeting is coming off to-morrow. The people are beginning to move, and will force the Government to yield to the demand for justice and right. I have no patience with the conservatives. They seem to have no conscience. I wish, however, they could themselves have a taste of slavery, and then see if they would sit and fold their hands, and let God work for them.

Is Mr. Waters in Washington? If so, tell him I have found a first-rate colored man and his wife for him, and wish him to stop here and see him. He is just the person

he would need on his farm; can do everything, and will

be a treasure to him. We know him well.

He has been

He is a reli

a slave, and has bought his whole family. gious, good man, and is most enterprising. I have had my eye on him for Mr. Waters for some time.

Our Government seems hopelessly pro-slavery in its dreadful sacrifice of principle and of all the rights of four millions of our fellow-creatures. This is simple truth; and if truth is extreme, be it so. Considering the opportunities given us of God, and the sacrifices we have made to slavery, our nation is becoming the greatest traitor against God and Humanity the world has ever seen.

Yours truly,

E. H. C.

In our own church, from this period, it was a time of conflict, severe and distressing in proportion as the expected outbreak of the war grew more threatening and exciting. The welfare of every citizen, public or private, in the church or out of it, was more and more entirely absorbed in the controversy. One must have been in the midst of it, rightly to conceive the depth, and sometimes the ferocity, of its fury. We were thrown upon God for his protecting and sustaining mercy. The records in some of the memorial pages of our history are instructive and impressive, both for warning and encouragement:

In order to know how much might have been seen by the lightning at midnight, and amidst the storm, you must have been yourself in the midnight and the storm, and you would never have forgotten that which you beheld. What is so engraven on the soul is there forever, by the lightning burned in.

Each contrite prayer, ascending swift to God,
Reflects new light from his divine abode,

And keeps Love's rays transfiguring still with glory
The cares and strifes of all our earthly story;
Flames of such Love from many altars shining,
The presence of a Saviour's grace divining
When elsewhere all seemed deepening in the gloom,
With lines of shadow darkening o'er the tomb.

One heavenward thought, however slight or brief,
Hath power to give the burdened soul relief;

Incense of golden fire rising to heaven,
With every heartfelt aspiration given,
E'en midst the working of unholy leaven!
Oh the dear blessing of the Mercy-seat!
Permitted there our loving Lord to meet,
And cast our burthens at his sacred feet!

The weapons of our warfare were not carnal, but mighty through God to the pulling down of strongholds, and bringing into captivity every thought to the obedience of Christ; so that he who would glory might glory in the Lord. One of its memorials, addressed to the Church for victory, may be read in the following symbolical description of the triumphs of God's truth, in the sublimity of its universal freedom:

Dear old Seventy-four! we rejoice that you are still sailing grandly through storms, cyclones, snow-drifts, and scenes of crystallized glory, and through all these portents, the Celestial Country ever in view.

Her flag floats upward to the skies,
Look how the starry ensigns rise!
Her burnished guns, in peaceful guise,

Shine like the gates of Paradise.

Think of a seventy-four gunship carrying neither powder nor shot! Oh, but she is an angel with wings brought from Paradise, and carrying only the blessings of Celestial Peace; steering for the Harbor of Eternal Blessedness and Rest, on her return voyage after centuries of storms and hurricanes; and as safe and sound as the Ark