of heaven." The first right hand that was lifted up, in this memorable scene, was that of Dr. McGee. He had professed, for many years, to be a confirmed atheist. He was a scholar, a gentleman, and possessed many amiable endowments, but had long been settled down in absolute atheism. Argument had been tried with him by many strong men, but he seemed immovable as the cliffs of the Alleghany. This atheistical Dr. McGee was the first man to hold up his right hand in the above-described scene. Within a short time, he came before the congregation, and publicly renounced his atheism, and solemnly professed his repentance and his faith in the Lord Jesus. Long will the church at Maryville remember the day when Dr. McGee, with tears of penitence for the follies of his past life, asked to be received into their communion, and they gave him the right hand of fellowship in the service of their God. The doctor soon became a preacher of that faith which once he destroyed, and lived many years to adorn the gospel profession by a holy life, and proclaim the riches of a Savior's love to dying men.

Such is a brief history of one of the boldest, strongest, and newest measures that I ever saw attempted in a revival of religion; and yet, perhaps not one of the vast assembly present ever dreamed of calling in question its propriety or its usefulness. Why? Because it was done with judgment and good taste. It was done in the right spirit, at the right time, in the right circumstances, and by the right man. But now let the wrong man, without judgment or good taste, attempt such a measure, and he will soon be in a condition to deliver lectures or publish letters on the "evils of revivals."

TEMPERANCE SONG.

THE following ode was composed at the request of Governor Boggs, of Missouri, and sung in the presence of the members of the legislature, in the hall of the House of Representatives, February, in the year 1843:

WHEN the dark cloud of war threw its gloom round our land,
And the rod of the tyrant was o'er us suspended,
Our fathers aroused, " put their life in their hand,"
And bravely and nobly their country defended.
Then Victory's bright crown encircled their head;
The haughty invader was routed, and fled;

And the "star-spangled banner in triumph did wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave."

But a deadlier foe still was lurking around

A foe more insidious, and deeply annoying,
Inflicting on health an incurable wound,

And the life of the soul and the body destroying.
We've roused, like our sires, our country to free;
Already is dawning the glad jubilee ;

And the temperance “banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave."

'Twas an empire of woe, with a despot enthroned ;

The tears of the mother and widow were streaming,
While around them, in rags, and starving for bread,
Neglected and fatherless children were screaming.

But loud notes of joy on the breezes now swell;
Our country's all rising, the foe to expel;
And the temperance "banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave"

"Twas a long, dreary night, fraught with danger and death; Diseases and vices around us were prowling;

O, the "darkness was thick!" 'twas a night of despair,
And the voice of a terrible tempest was howling.

But the star of the morn now rises in sight,

And a new, lovely day is diffusing its light;

And the temperance "banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave."

'Twas a deluge of fire that invaded our land,

And mingled hot poison in life's sweetest fountains;
O, it flooded our fields, and swelled o'er the hills,

And rolled its huge billows above the tall mountains!
But the dove now returns, with the "olive leaf" green;
Lo! spanning the heav'ns a bright rainbow is seen;
And the temperance "banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave."

O, how blest is our cause, where friends all unite, —

The son and the father, the husband and brother, —
While beauty looks on, and cheers us with smiles, -

The sister, the daughter, the wife, and the mother!
Come, enlist in this cause; let all hearts agrée;
Come, down with your name, and the land shall be free;
And the temperance "banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave."

O, how happy our land, where the bounty of God
Flows freely and richly, and broad as a river,
While the gospel appears in robes of pure white,
And points us to blessings forever and ever!

Hail! dear native land, in loveliness dressed,
Through ages on ages, thy children be blessed;
And the temperance banner -O, "long may it wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!"

PATRIOTIC SONG OF THE TENNESSEEAN.

WHY wander from our early home,

Impelled by hope or fear,

Since bounteous Heaven hath richly shed
Its choicest blessings here?

Our homes are sweet, our friends are kind,
Our children hale and free;

"And the best of land, we understand,
Is'n the bend of the Tennessee."

We envy not the frozen north,
Its fields of ice and snow;
We envy not the torrid south,
Its sun's o'erpowering glow.

From scorching heat, from piercing cold,
Our happy clime is free;

"And the best of land, we understand,
Is'n the bend of the Tennessee."

In days long past, our fathers came

As pilgrims to the west,

And reared their rude and humble homes
On thy fair, bounteous breast.
While panther, wolf, and Indian howled,
They fixed their choice on thee.
"O, the best of land, we understand,
Is'n the bend of the Tennessee! "

Like olive-plants, in blooming youth,
Thy duteous daughters rise,

Adorned with charity and truth,
Endowments from the skies.

How oft they've taught the child of woe
To keep a jubilee!

"O, the best of land, we understand, Is'n the bend of the Tennessee!"

How promptly, at our country's call,
Thy sons have sallied forth,
And in the bloody battle-field

Have proved their matchless worth!
Before their arms the invading foe
Was forced to turn and flee.
"O, the best of land, we understand,
Is'n the bend of the Tennessee!"

Our sister states rehearse the deeds
Of many a valiant son,

Of Taylor, Perry, Gaines, and Scott,
And honored Harrison.

We love them all, but can't forget
Our own tall HICKORY TREE.
"O, the best of land, we understand,
Is'n the bend of the Tennessee!"

"I've wandered long, and wandered far, Almost from pole to pole;

Yet still the thought of early friends

Is precious to my soul.

Till life's last hour, my tongue shall speak

In warmest terms of thee.

"O, the best of land, we understand,

Is'n the bend of the Tennessee!"

END.