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throw off the galling yoke of superstition; banish corroding bigotry; open your eyes to the light; seize upon the pleasures of liberty; and fulfil the design of your creation. Remain no longer amidst stagnant pools, and loathsome vapors, where serpents hiss and plagues devour; you may then bathe in rivers of delight, and be free indeed.
Are you under the influence of fanaticism? This is the tornado of Inconsistency, charged with the besom of destruction, leaving in its dismal wake, oceans of blood, governments dissolved, and nations ruined.
Are you an abettor or tolerator of faction? This is the avalanche of Inconsistency, and carries on its convulsed bosom, terror, dismay, and revolution. Before you lift a finger to put this destructive mass in motion, pause, reflect, and cool. Read the pages of ancient and modern history, and learn its awful ravages; weigh well its results in our own cities, but recently smoking with the blood of its victims. It must be guarded against, or it will yet prostrate the beautiful superstructure of our Union, and Liberty will expire, amidst the burning ruins of its own citadel.
Are you a participant in political corruption? This is the volcano of Inconsistency, with a crater more dangerous than that of Vesuvius. Its burning lava will dry up the flowing stream of patriotism, wither the fairest flowers of honesty that bloom; destroy the noblest edifice Freedom can rear. Its mountain waves submerged the ancient republics in ruin ; consumed the ancient kingdoms; and are assuming a fiery aspect in our beloved country. Let every patriot unite in purging our atmosphere from political intrigue; turn back the rolling flood, by banishing from public trust, every man, known to be contaminated with this dangerous contagion.
Are you charged with wild ambition? This is the forked lightning of Inconsistency. By its devouring flames, nations have been riven; governments consumed; kingdoms, empires, and republics, dissolved. It is a dangerous element, quench it while you can, before it accumulates a force beyond your control.
Are you an office seeker? The Lord have mercy on your soul. This is the lottery wheel of Inconsistency, where there are a thousand blanks to a prize. The day of miracles is past—a few loaves and fishes are no longer sufficient for the multitude. Go home, thou disconsolate child of duplicity. Anticipation will not feed or clothe you and your anxious, lonely, deserted family. Cease to follow this ignis fatuus—it will most likely lead you into the slough of disappointment, and quagmire of penury. When you are called to office by your country, then will be time enough to enter the thorny arena of public service. By its briars and brambles, you will get sufficiently lacerated, should you enter at a late period.
Are you a scoffer at religion? This is the vestibule of Inconsistency, that leads to the regions of despair, where the worm dieth not and the fire is not quenched. If you value the salvation of your immortal soul, flee from this portico of hell, to the open arms of a forgiving Saviour.
Finally, let us all be admonished, to shun every appearance of Inconsistency. In the name of philanthrophy; in the name of human rights; in the name of liberal principles; in the name of American Freedom; in the name of our departed sires; in the name of religion; and in the name of high heaven; let all, who value our Liberty; who prize.our free institutions, be induced to watch, with an Argus-eye, and defend, with a strong arm, the dear-bought privileges we so eminently enjoy, and guard against every encroachment of Inconsistency.
If we are true to ourselves, our Republic may be preserved for centuries; if we«suffer Inconsistency, with its retinue of myrmidons, to march on, conquering and to conquer; our years may soon be numbered; our prosperous career speedily arrested, and the nations that now respect and fear us, will cease to pay us deference; laugh at our calamity; mock at our dissolution, and hug their crowns and chains with new delight. Then,
"With tears, our fate we may deplore,
Avaunt! thou thing infernal!
Of all the dark spots on depraved human nature, of all the vile acts of man towards man, none throw such a freezing chill over the whole body, and drive back the purple current on the aching heart, like base and damning Ingratitude. Indifference continued, coldness persevered in, favours forgotten, friendship unrequited, by one who has been the willing recipient of our esteem and bounty; bring a palsying horror over the soul, that thickens the blood in the veins, making the whole head sick, and the whole heart faint.
Pour upon a man of fine feeling, a noble, generous soul, the combined diseases flesh is heir to—let death snatch his loved ones from hinv—strip him of all his earthly goods—let him be assailed by keen adversity and pinching want; let prison grates confine his body to the lonely cell—let the poisoned arrows of malice and revenge be hurled, and pierce him with many wounds—these, all these are a panacea to his bleeding heart, compared with the deathly pangs inflicted by base Ingratitude.
My God! from whence came this king of passion's fiends? It must be the offspring of him, who was once the tallest angel in the high heavens, and first sowed the seeds of dark rebellion there. Yes, it was he that dared to lift his rebel arm against his benefactor, the great Jehovah; and was hurled, with lightning vengeance from his lofty height, to the lowest hell. He was the first that disturbed the harmony of God and angels, the Apollyon of the human race, the morning star of Pandemonium. Foul blot on blackness! And why is he permitted to belch out his burning lava on frail mortals? To teach man humility, wean him from this world of sin and wo, and turn his immortal soul towards that haven of enduring peace and enrapturing happiness, where the wicked cease from troubling, and the weary are at rest. Transporting thought! most sovereign balm for the scorpion stings of scathing, blighting Ingratitude.
INEQUALITIES OF LIFE.
At the present day, as in former times, we have many restless spirits among us, who set themselves up for reformers of society—proposing to change the whole order of things, and bring about an equality in the human family. I admit the need of reformation in many things and persons, and know of none who need to be reformed, more than some of these modern pretenders. Destitute of moral principles, infidels in heart and practice—agrarians—levellers—too indolent to pursue a laudable calling—too well known to impose upon the well informed around them—they are doomed to a butterfly career in the history of the times. I allude to those who are forming Agrarian societies—and preach the necessity and justice of making an equal division of landed property among all. The history of their career, and the ruinous consequences of their influence in former times, stand as a beacon light, to warn us of approaching danger from this class of bipeds. Their system is chimerical—ridiculous, impossible. Could it be put in full operation in a day—it would be deranged the next, by some of the rising generation arriving at majority, and claiming his or their equal share of the domain. The change of the system would be diurnal, and therefore impracticable, even if all were in favor of it. Its folly is too apparent for argument. Like other impossibilities, it has only to be understood, to render its advocates powerless. An able writer, in treating upon this subject, says, "You may dig out the inequalities of life, but they will come again." They are irremovably based on four pillars, which stand as firm