scenes of calamity, which thou hast created, and survey the mischiefs of duelling. Go with me to yonder church-yard. Whose is 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 dam. nation. He affronted thee; and this is the expiation which thy revenge exacted. Turn now to the melancholy 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 castastrophe. That venerable man fixed in motionless sorrow, whose hoary head trembles with emotions unutterable, and whose eye refuses a tear to les That sen his anguish, is the father who begat him. matron wrung with agony, is the mother who bore him. Yesterday he was their delight, their consola tion, 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 death; and to increase their transports throughout eternity. But their comforts and their hopes have all vanish-ed together. He is now a corpse, a tenant of the grave; cut off in the bloom of life, and sent unpre pared to the judgment. To these immeasurable evils thou hast added the hopeless agony 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 repentance: a remembrance, which will envenom life, and double the pangs of death.. Turn thine eyes, next, on that miserable form sur rounded 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 childen 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, thy re venge, and the murder of thy friend! With what ecstacy will thy soul cling to this world, and with what horror will it quake at the approach of eternity! alone, naked, drenched in guilt, thou wilt ascend, to God. From him what reception wilt thou meet ?From his voice what language wilt thou hear?“ Depart thou cursed into everlasting fire." And lo! the melancholy world of sin and suffering unfolds to receive thee. Mark, in the entrance, the man whom thou hast plundered of life and happiness, and heaven, already waiting to pour on thy devoted head, for the infinite wrongs which thou hast done to him, the wrath and vengeance of eternity. At the close of this awful survey, cast thine eyes once more around thee, and see thyself, and thy brother duellists, the examples, the patrons, and the sole causes of all succeeding duelling. Were the existing advocates of this practice to cease from upholding it; were these to join their efforts to the common efforts of man, and hunt it out of the world; it would never return. On thee, therefore, and thy companions, the innumerable and immense evils of future duelling are justly charged.. To you, a band of enemies to the peace and safety of man, a host of Jeroboams, who not only sin, but make Israel to sin through. a thousand generations, will succeeding ages impute their guilt, and their sufferings. Your efficacious and baleful examples, will make thousands of childless parents, distracted widows, and desolate orphans, after you are laid in the grave. You invite posterity to.. wrest the right of deciding private controversies out of the hands of public justice; and to make force and skill the only umpires between man and man :you entail perpetual contempt on the laws of man, and on the laws of God; kindle the flames of civil discord; and summon from his native abyss anarchy, the worst of fiends, to lay waste all the happiness, and all the hopes of mankind. At the great and final day, your country will rise up in judgment against you, to accuse you as the destroyers of her peace, and the murderers of her children. Against you will rise up in judgment all the victims of your revenge, and all the wretched families, whom you have plunged in hopeless misery. The prowling Arab and the remorseless savage, will there draw nigh, and whiten their crimes by a comparison with yours. They indeed were murderers, but they were never dignified with the name, nor blessed with the privileges of Christians. They were born in blood, and educated to slaughter. They were taught from their infancy, that to fight, and to kill, was lawful honorable, and virtuous. You were born in the mansion of knowledge, humanity, and religion. At the moment of your birth, you were offered up to God, and baptized in the name of the Father, of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost. You were dandled on the knee, and educated in the school of piety. From the house of God, you have gone to the field of blood; and from the foot of the cross, to the murder of your friends. You have cut off life in the blossom, and shortened, to the wretched objects of your wrath, the day of repentance and salvation. The beams of the Sun of right-eousness, shining with life-giving influence on them, you have intercepted; the smile of mercy, the gleam of hope, the dawn of immortality you have overcast forever. You have glutted the grave with untimely slaughter, and helped to people the world of perdition. Crimsoned with guilt, and drunk with blood, Nineveh will ascend from the tomb, triumph over your ruin, and smile to see her own eternal destiny nore tolerable than yours. SELECTIONS IN POETRY. THE POLAR REGIONS. -the Muse Thence sweeps the howling margin of the main, Wide rend the deep, and shake the solid pole. The binding fury; but, in all its rage PERISHING TRAVELLER. As thus the snows arise; and foul and fierce, |