the inexhaustible fountain and say the key has not been given us to unlock it. We have heard the agonizing cry of widows and orphans when we had not power to deliver, The moral night has been a long and dark one; and we have waited patiently for the dawning of this day-the glorious wings of the morning have been unpinioned, and with its purple plumes it has fanned into life some of our eastern States; and from its ever expanding wings the pearls of civil and religious love have filled the hearts of thousands with the rich boon of hope and happiness. Shall we command the sun to stand still and wrap around him the mantle of our shame, while we pinion the wings of the morning, and chain the chariot wheels of salvation, and cover the face of the full blushing moon in a drapery of death? No! we will not! but we will say to

the Queen of the night, shed around us thy softest beams while we admire the full girdle of pearls which encircles thee; and we will say to the God of the day-roll on, chariot of fire, stop not in thy meridian height to lay aside thy irradiating beams, but pour out upon the Western skies the full tide of thy matchless glory, until the East and the West shall blend their strength and form one inseparable equilibrium.