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I have offered, and still offer myself as a victim, being ready to die if their good require it.

Think not that I am afraid to die, for I have no relations left to mourn for me. Logan's blood runs in no veins but these-I would not turn on my heel to escape death, for I have neither wife, nor child, nor sister to howl for me when I'm gone.


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On Sunday, January 20th, at his seat near Trenton, New jersey, departed this life, in the sixty-sixth year of his age, the reverend' HENRY WADDELL, D. D. rector of St. Michael's Church; in the cemetery of which his body was deposited on the 22d.

Dr. Waddell had received a liberal education, and graduated at the University of Pennsylvania, then the College and Academy of Philadelphia, after which, he applied himself to the study of the law, of which he was, for several years, an able and successful practitioner. His mind however, being of a serious and contemplative cast, his reflections and researches induced him to relinquish the profession of the law, and devote the remainder of his life to theological investigations--and, wishing at the same time to render himself useful to the community, he applied for, and obtained holy orders. His amiable and affectionate deportment towards his flock, during the course of a long, a virtuous, and well spent life, and his exemplary discharge of all the relative duties in the important characters of husband, father, master and friend, endeared him to all who had the , privilege of being in any degree connected with him:-while the urbanity of his manners, and the effusions of a well informed mind, rendered him the delight of the social circle, and a distinguished ornament of general society. He expired without a groan, in all the triumphant calmness of christian confidenee ..nd resignation.

“ His God sustain's him in his final hour!
“ His final hour brought glory to his God!
" You saw the man, you saw his hold on Ileav'n!"

Young's 1.7.


Died on Saturday, the 22d of Dec. 1810, after a short illness, in the 63d year of her age, Mrs. MARY Weed, relict of the late Elijah Weed, esq. of this city. This venerable and truly pious lady, was deeply impressed with the importance and worth of her soul in early life; which enabled her through the whole tenor of her protracted existence, to place a conscious rectitude on the merits and atonement of her Saviour. Impelled by the powerful influence of that true religion of which she was a firm and zealous advocate, constrained by the love, and animated by the example of her blessed Lord, she went about liberally dispensing donations and assistance to those who were deserving of them, particularly to the virtuous poor, to whom she was a distinguished friend and benefactor. It would be difficult to point out all those inestimable qualities which she possessed; they will long live in the memory of her relatives and friends.

“ Oh let me die her death," all nature cries.
« Then live her life."-All nature falters there.

Her remains were solemnly interred on the Monday following, in the first baptist church burial ground, attended by a numerous concourse of friends and relatives.

“ This is the bud of being,
The twilight of our day, the vestibule.
Life's theatre as yet is shut, and Death,
Strong Death, alone can heave the massy bar,
This gross impediment of clay remove,
And make us, embryos of existence, frec.
From' real life but little more remote
Is he, not yet a candidate for light,
The future embryo, slumb’ring in his fire.
Embryos we must be till we burst the shell,
Yon ambient azure shell, and spring to life,
The life of Gods, 0 transport! and of man.


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Ar the present gloomy and portentous period, when an allgrasping spirit of conquest has swept with colossal strides over the continent of Europe, and is casting a malignant and threatening scowl on these peaceful and happy shores--when appearances almost justify an apprehension that Freedom will be forced to seek refuge in the skies, that the whole earth will be consolidated under a military despotism, and a long night of bardarism and crime again overshadow the world--At such a period, no expedient, however limited, no effort however feeble, should be left untried, that inay tend to invigorate among us a love of independence, to brighten in our bosoms their patriotic fires, or induce us duly to prize the privileges we have derived from the heroes of our revolution, and the rights we enjoy from the founders of our government. Under these impressions we have


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thought it right to collect on our pages a few scattering rays from the glory of Washington, a name which has a wonderworking magic in the sound, and is to our countrymen a host in itself-which is a rallying point for virtue, and patriotism, and heroism, and honour, and must be forever erased from their memory before Americans can cease to be free.

Washington was emphatically born for his country, and next to the freedom he achieved, and the government he so preeminently contributed to establish, was himself its most invaluable treasure. But, in the wise, though inscrutable dispensations of Providence, he has past away, leaving us no hope of ever again beholding his like. Already has the pen of the American biographer-already has the tongue of the American orator, beggared their resources in offerings to his memory. Yet still does description fall short of reality-still is the debt of gratitude unpaid.

But the impassioned praises of our great countryman are not confined to the land that gave him birth. They are heard and dwelt on, as the most grateful of themes, wherever history is read and freedom tolerated—wherever patriotism is honoured and virtue revered-wherever the consummation of human goodness and human greatness can excite the love and admiration of civilized man.

Even in the British dominions which his sword dismembered-in the metropolis of that empire, within the confines of the court, and beneath the very shadow of the throne itself, Washington stands foremost on the records of fame. An enlightened magnanimity proclaims his praises, and Envy neither questions nor attempts to sully the tribute.

In evidence of the truth of these sentiments, and as an offering that must be grateful to every American, we publish the subjoined emblematical engraving and character. They are originally the production of a foreigner of taste and talents, and the piece, executed in a style of superior elegance, has had a very extensive circulation in England. Enclosed in a superb frame, it is even admitted to a place in the collections of noblemen and amateurs, among the most admired productiens of the pencil.

The character of the great American which accompanies it needs no comment. To every one it will be instructive to the polite scholar highly gratifying

to the patriot a model for imitation-to the statesman, the magistrate, and the military chief, a motive to duty, an incentive to glory.

The engraving, though not new either in conception or design, is very correctly and happily applied. A rock secure in its strength amidst the fury and wild uproar of a troubled ocean, is a fit emblem of Washington unmoved by all the evils, dangers, and misfortunes attendant on civil or military life. It might also represent his example as the rock of our national safety, assailed as we are by whatever is insidious, or stormy, or dange

When in the discharge of his duty, like the homo conscius recti of the poet, though Nature had staggered in convul. sions, and even tumbled in wide-spreading ruins around him, nothing could shake the firmness of his soul. The fair and stately evergreen supported by the rock, and withstanding the violence of a tempestuous sky, may well represent the purity of his virtue and the perpetuity of his fame; while the garland of oak-leaves encircling the whole, is a classical emblem of his civic worth.


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