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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 to 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 lentNo-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 eheering 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 pon, sleeps in death; at about 10 o'clock, P. M., on the 18th inst., he peace. fully 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


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SEQUEL OF TRACTS ON BAPTISM–No. II. Having in our preceding Tract stated and partially developed our views of Hierarchies, National Churches and Secular Religions, in contrast with the pure and holy church of Jesus Christ, we now proceed to the investigation of what constitutes a legal or constitutional citizen or subject of Christ's kingdom.

It is altogether unnecessary to assume that any of our readers needs to be told, or to have proved to him, that the Lord Jesus Christ claims to be regarded as a king, and that he has a kingdom which he himself in person proclaimed, and afterwards by his Apostles ordained and established in the world. Any one that either denies this fact, or assumes that Messiah's kingdom preceded his personal advent in the flesh is not in our present horizon; and, therefore we address the reader of this essay as one that admits that Jesus Christ is a king, was born on earth to be a king over his own kingdom soon after his departure to be established upon a new con. stitution, and not after the model of any kingdom then existing in the world.

The Jewish nation, and every Pagan nation then on earth, were in their nature worldly, temporary and founded on fleshly relation, without any spiritual qualification. They had in them, indeed, words and figures which might be so arranged as to give a full and graphic view of what was to follow after their fall and dissolution. But they went no farther. Jesus Christ could not be a king till after he was born again, and, consequently, he could only speak of it in parables and represent it as afterwards, and at no very distant day, to be organized and revealed. Hence both his precursor and himself spent their ministry proclaiming it to be near at hand, and in giving right conceptions of its great peculiarity. SERIES III.--VOL VI.


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