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liluspalia' nor never did, though the peo- pie have been trying to elect him ever since first began to Dedham Put. (ca''fo Z. concluded from fouat page.) And this! oh God! is this to be our fate!- Dlsgrace aced-degra gradcd-humbled and abas- Sunken forever from our high estate Q wander over tyranny's dark waste. 0 crouch like slaves around despot's

 gate, s'end at his nod and at his mandate haste Oh thou who hast thus far thy aidance

 lent, Avert the doom--spirit omnipotent! Turn then, or ere the final seal be set To your apostacy-or ere the flood IS wakened by your mmrmnr and your fret, And whelms you in it's mighty solitude Turn to your duty! ere your land be wet And desolated with brothers blood, Ere the avenging angel spread his wing, And where it's shadow falls, herb never spring. Oh turn!--tbat when some day men make

 your grave, They say not as they pile the parting sod, = tASS q ttoAtOi4 Ot--hGES tiSS d

 slave"-- Turn--lest henceforth old men above it

 nod, And warn their child to be no traitor

 knaye, Foreverence their country and their God :, md never to deserve so foul doom, As that which men have written on his

 tomb.

  Say! are ye never troubled in your dreams, With spirits rising from your fathers

 tombs! And Tn the darkness, or the moons thin

 gIeams, Warning you all of those intending dooms, Which hunt the traitor like deyouring

 beams Until his heart is withered or consumes Oh! these must haunt you-these most mo- These heroes--who were liberty's best

 sons. Had sire who thus from death would rise Point to his wounds, and say, 'sWuh these l bought ssThat freedom, which you now would fain

 desptse; "And sealed the compact which your hand

 has sought "To break and mar''--oh. would close

 mine eyes, In shame that l to sin had thus been

 wrought, And heap up dust and ashes on my head, For knave corrupt, or idiot misled. Enough-I turn to ots.e. iii.ings-to wend My rambling way along-as one who cares But little for the world-unskilled to

 bend, And fawn--and watch what look that

 same world bears; Or mend my manners, when its voice

 says 'mend,' Altho' full well l know that he who-dares Revile it--hath of course its kindest

 smiles And deadliest hate, and underhanded

 wiles. And thus the world has always treated me- A smile, and then an underhanded stroke A sneer, jibe, look of mystery And why.-because full freely-I have

 spoke Have scorned slave to all it's creeds to

 be, Or bear its lash as others, that are broke, d

 rhyme, Like this, which is most certainly no

 crime. The world has but little love for me, Or for it-I entered on the dance Of Q the the wild waves of its tremendous sea, With too high hopes, and too much of TO-

 nance; Instead of faith have found caiolery- Instead of truth mere pomp and circum- stance, And perhaps have. been somewhat too bold, in saying truths 'twere better to with hold. Good night-'tis getting late and must

 sleep-- trust that shortly we shall meet again, Unless Parnassus from more high and

 steep, Unless disease or death, like winter rain, Benumb the heart-till then charge you

 keep, (As one might some old friendly face main

 tain)- A place for me within the memory, Good night-until another meeting be. crThe Missouri .Annual Conference, of l the Methodist E. Church, will hold its next session at Mountain Spring Camp Ground, Washington county, on Wednes- day, 4th of September, con4menclng at 5 o'clock, X. M.

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