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office of the Keeper of the Record of Edictal Citations at Edinburgh, to make payment of the foresaid sum or sums of money, all in terms and to the effect contained in the Decree and Extract above written and here referred to brevitatis causa, and that to the said Pursuer, within fifteen days if within Scotland, and if forth thereof within sixty days next after he is charged to that effect, under the pain of Poinding and Imprisonment, and also grant warrant to arrest the said Defender, his readiest goods, gear, debts and sums of money in payment and satisfaction of the said sum or sums, and if the said Defender fail to obey the said charge, then to Poind the said Defender's readiest goods, gear and other effects and if needful for effecting the said Poinding, grant Warrant to open all shut and lockfast places in form as effeirs."
“Extracted upon this and the three preceeding pages by me, Principal Extractor in the Court of Sessions at Edinburgh, the twenty-seventh day of June, one thousand, eight hundred and forty-nine years.
"J. PARKER." The issue in this case was on the truth of the allegata or charges preferred against me by the “Reverend” James Robertson. It was, therefore, decided that I had not slandered him; but that, on the contrary, he had slandered me, and without cause had, from malice, imprisoned me. The damages, it is presumed, were the full amount claimed by our brethren. But they did not institute this suịt for the recovery of any sum, or for any retaliatory consideration or purpose,
but for the sake of the truth which I plead, and for the defence of my character as associated therewith. This is all that I or they sought in this legal investigation, and have, in the verdict given, without any pecuniary consideration, obtained all that we could desire. We have, therefore, the pleasure to be assured that, in the judgment of one of the most learned and able tribunals in the world, we have suffered an unrighteous persecution, at the hands of Mr. Robertson and his religious and anti-slavery colleagues, who, in dereliction of their professed Christianity and humanity, have, in this instance, scandalized both it and themselves into the bargain.
The Alumni of Bethany College have an address from some one or more of their fraternity every year, on the evening preceding the 4th of July. They were this year represented by Messrs. Joseph H. Pendleton, of Va., William Baxter, A. M., of Miss., and T. C. McKeever, of Pa. I had the pleasure of hearing these very interesting addresses. They were all creditable in their kind. The following one by Mr. Baxter, who furnishes us occasionally with an offering from his Muse, we judge worthy of being presented to our readers in the pages of the Harbinger. A number of his musings, which all breathe a good spirit and have a moral tendency, have found their way into the periodicals of different denomina
tions; and are very favorably regarded by the amateurs of good pretry, good sense and good manners. The following speaks for itself:
Written by WM. BAXTER, A. M., and read before the Alumni of Bethany Col.
lege, July 30, 1849.
O, MIGHTY Past! I gladly turn to thee,
Exchanging hope for solemn memory,
For oh! I've learned that hope, though angel bright,
Sheds on our path a false, delusive light;
Bright in the distance her fair visions seem,
But oh! they're false and changeful as a dream
Which bears the sleeper to the bowers of bliss,
In brighter worlds, to wake again in this,
Thus making sadder ev'ry earthly scene
By contrast with the world where he has been.
In childhood, oh! how bright d 'es youth appear,
How slowly then moves each revolving year;
Life then seems bright, and oh! we long to stand
In that charmed circle traced by fancy's hand,
Yet soon as gained, we backward turn our gaze,
And softly sigh for childhood's happy days.
Then manhood's scenes attract the youthful eye,
For hope depicts no cloud upon its sky.
The youth beholds no threatening storm to fear,
Sees naught but proud arnbition's high career,
Dreams not that he, like thousands more, may fail
And ne'er become the theme of Fame's proutale,
That in the throng he may unnoticed be
A wave mid thousands on the human sea,
Which wave their crest with loudly swelling roar,
But soon, ałas! are broken on the shore;
All these have taught my sad and pensive heart,
That future joys, as we approach, depart,
And in kind memory's pure and chastened light,
Departed scenes alone seem fair and bright,
And joy, that fleeting thing, I've found at last
Leaves the future to riot in the past;
Then to that past, while life's bright flame shall burn,
Oft shall my heart with fond affection turn,
To see again the scenes, the joys of youth
Recall my early friendship's changeless truth;
Call round me some now in their dreamless sleep,
Who once with me toiled up the rugged steep,
Which Learning's young democracy st mount,
To drink pure waters froin her sparkling fonnt,
Or never quench man's noblest thirst below,
The thirst of mind, the soul's desire to know.
And as these rise to my delighted gaze,
Around me beam "the light of other days.”
Dear Alma Mater! what sweet visions rise,
When'er to thee I fondly turn my eyes,
Thy much loved scenes to my rapt fancy seem
Like traces of some dear delightful dream,
So sweet when wakened from it, I would faina
Sink back and dream it o'er again.
Thy name, like some magician's mystic wand,
Brings to my view the noblest youthful band,
Who with me started for the noble prize
Which thou displayest to thy children's eyes;
With whom 'twas mine, to toil unwearied on,
Until the goal was reached, the prize was won.
But where are they who stood with me that day?
The noblest two, alas! have passed away;
Yet requiems more hearfelt were never sung,
Than those we breathed o’er Whitaker and Young,
Though dead, they speak:-let every tear be dry,
For their example calls us upon high.
The rest remain, and though we're severed far,
Our common mother, like some lonely star,
Still doth attract each wanderer's longing eye
To where she shines, in memory's cloudless sky.
But mid the forms which to my gaze appear,
Is one whom you, whom I, whom all revere;-
I seem again to see his brow serene,
His piercing eye, his patriarchal mien,
To hear his voice, as when to listening youth,
He opened wide the stores of holy truth;
For though familiar every clas-ic page,
Of Roman bard, or purer Grecian sage,
'Twas his delight to turn away from these,
Or Virgil's strains, or rapt Demosthenes,
And bid us list the hallowed strain which rung
From evangelic or prophetic tongue;
For sweeter far was David's tuneful lyre
Than all the muse of Rome did e'er inspire;
And naught e'er heard within proud Athen's wall,
Was lofty as the fervent words of Paul.
Beloved instructor of our early days,
Who taught our feet to walk in wisdom's ways;
All who have heard thy teachings must confess
Thy noblest aim was our young hearts t» bless;
For like the eagle's, every lofty flight
Of thine was upward to the source of light;
Thy teaching and example both were given,
To bid us place our highest trust in heaven.
And oft for thee our fervent prayers ascend,
That God would thee, from every harm defend;
Give thee long years of usefulness in this,
And then receive thee to a world of blissi
But I were faithless, Memory, to thee,
In waking thus my humble minstrelsy;
Did I forget the charm that women lent-
No—with each scene familiar she is blent,
Each walk along the gently gliding stream,
Is consecrated by some pleasing dream;
There is no echo but to it belongs,
The sad sweet answer of her sweeter songs;
And there is linked, with every vine-clad bower,
Some pleasing memories, of the moonlight hour;
No scene of mirth did e'er our hearts beguile,
But it was sweeter for her cheering smile;
And honors then were never deemed a prize,
Unless she sealed them with approving eyes,
My younger brethren, now to you I turn,
To tell the thoughts which in my bosom burn.
We ne'er have met upon life's busy stage,
But yet we claim a common parentage;-
Our minds have drunk as from a common spring,
We've fostered been beneath a common wing;
Yet we would take you to a warm embrace,
And see in each a younger brother's face;
For we are bound by ties which naught should break,
We love you, for our much loved parent's sake.
You now have put fair Truth's strong armor on,
Just turned your eyes, to fields which may be won;
Remember now that Pleasure's day is past,
And life must be a conflict to the last;
Battle for right, ne'er lay your weapons down,
Though fierce the strife, yet bright shall be the crown.
Beloved classmates, brethren, loved, and true,
My ardent thoughts now fondly turn to you;
I think on days when we together stood
Within those walls, a loving brotherhood.
Past hopes, past fears, past joys, past sorrows rise,
And tears, delicious tears, suffuse my eyes.
My heart to all, I feel, is beating true,
And in my spirit I am now with you;
I seem again your welcome hands to clasp,
And feel mine tremble in your fervent grasp.
I see the smile that on each face now plays,
I hear the joyous tales of other days;
And though the future never can be bright,
As is the past in memory's chastened light;
We have a noble task:-let none recoil,
Before us spreads a noble field for toil;-
Give light to those whom ignorance doth blind;
Break off all fetters, from the prisoned mind;
Plead for the dumb, the orphan's cause defend,
Uphold the weak, and be the widow's friend;
Bid sorrow cease, and wipe the weeper's eyes;
Tell erring souls of mercy from on high,
Toil thus in hope, and you with joy shall see
The coming in of earth's glad jubilee.
CENTREVILLE, Ky., June 23, 1849. Brother Campbell-Our excellent and long afflicted brother John HERN. DON, sleeps in death; at about 10 o'clock, P. M., on the 18th inst., he peacefully expired, at his family residence, near Georgetown, Scott county, in the 70th year of his age. For several years he suffered much from neuralgia; but towards the last a change of disease freed him from his pain, and carried him gently to the tomb. Near twenty years ago he publicly professed faith in Christ, and, when friends to the Ancient Gospel in his neighborhood were few, he gave himself and his influence to aid in forming the church, now called the Church of Christ, at Oxford, (Marion.) He was a brother of warm, generous heart, social disposition, most affable and courteous in his manners. As a Christian, devoted to God, strong in his faith, his love to all abounded; he was truly a friend to the needy, and the