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O DIVINE revelation! who openest to us such enchanting hopes, who affordest us such sources of real consolation in the calamity we deplore, and in others of a similar nature; may we, like that incomparable man, never forsake thy luminous, thy heart-cheering paths, for the dark, gloomy and uncomfortable mazes of infidelity and doubt.

HAVING, therefore, such ample reasons to be satisfied with this dispensation of heaven, and to be resigned to HIS will, "whose wisdom is unerring, and whose goodness is unchangeable and everlasting," will it be considered an improper conclusion to direct our attention, for a moment, to the solemn event of our own deaths? We have seen that no virtues, however excellent; no services, however beneficial and extensive; no honors, however numerous and grand; can deliver us from the power of the king of terrors. Die we must. It becomes then a subject of serious concern to us, whether or not we are prepared to follow our beloved and admired brother into the world of happy spirits. That we may draw a just conclusion, let us remember, that it is by the arduous path of faith, piety and benevolence, we must climb the heavenly mount. The beaten road of unbelief, ungodliness and immorality leads directly down to the shades of eternal death.

If heaven be our object, we must follow the path that conducts to it. If we hope again to behold our beloved and much lamented Washington, we must live as Washington lived. "We must deny ungodliness and worldly lusts and live soberly, righteously and godly in this present world." Thrice happy

they, who undeviatingly pursue this sublime course! At that awful hour, so tremendous to the wicked, they may say, with composure, as our Washington said in his last moments; I have no fear to die." O blessed exit! how devoutly to be desired May infinite goodness make ours as happy!

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Extract from an oration, on the death of general GEORGE WASHINGTON, delivered in Alexandria, at the request of the committce of arrangement. By Doctor ELISHA CUL


OUR millions of the human race, free in their thoughts


and affections-unrestrained in their actions, widely dispersed over an extensive portion of the habitable globe, are seen devoted to a single purpose ;-A people detached by local causes-actuated in common life by opposite views, or rivals in the pursuit of similar objects;-jealous in all other matters of general concern-are offering the tribute of affection to the memory of their common friend. In vain shall we examine the records of antiquity for its parallel. Worth so transcendent as to merit universal homage, with a correspondent desire to bestow it, mark an event in the history of our country, that may be considered as a phenomenon in the annals of man.

MODEST and unassuming, yet dignified in his manners—accessable and communicative; yet superior to familiarity, he inspired and preserved the love and respect of all who knew him. For the promotion of all public and useful undertaking, he was singularly munificent. The indigent and distressed, were at all times subjects of his sympathy and concern. His charity flowed in quiet but constant streams, from a fountain that was at no time suffered to sustain the smallest diminution. No pursuit or avocation, however momentous, was permitted to interrupt his systematic attention to the children of want. His anxious solicitude on this score is pathetically exemplified in a letter written in 1775, at a time when the unorganized state of the army might have demanded his exclusive concern. Addressing himself to the late Lund Washington, he writes"Let the hospitality of the house be kept with respect to the poor. Let no one go away hungry. If any of this kind of "people should be in want of corn, supply their necessities, "provided it does not encourage them in idleness. I have no "objection to your giving my money in charity, when you "think it will be well bestowed. I mean that it is my desire,

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that it should be done. You are to consider that neither myself nor my wife are now in the way to do these good "offices."

SUCH, my fellow-citizens, was the man whose memory we have assembled to honor. It has been your peculiar felicity often to have seen him on the footing of social intimacy. That the inhabitants of Alexandria, held a distinguished place in his affection, you have had repeated testimony. You have seen his sensibility awakened, on occasions calculated to call forth a display of his partiality. The last time we met to of fer our salutations, and express our inviolable attachment to the venerable sage, on his retiring from the chief magistracy of the Union, you may remember that in telling you how pecu liarly grateful were your expressions, the visible emotions of his great soul, had almost deprived him of the power of utter


BUT heaven has reclaimed its treasure, and America has lost its first of patriots and best of men-its shield in war; in peace its brightest ornament, the avenger of its wrongs, the oracle of its wisdom and the mirror of its perfection. His fair fame, secure in its immortality, shall shine through countless ages with undiminished lustre. It shall be the stateman's polar-star, the hero's destiny; the boast of age; the companion of maturity and the goal of youth. It shall be the last national office of hoary dotage to teach the infant that hangs on his trembling knee, to lisp the name of Washington.

Extract from a funeral oration on general George WashingTON, delivered in the temple of Mars, at Paris. By Louis FORTANES.


RANCE, unbiassed by those narrow prejudices which exist between nations, and admiring virtue wherever it be found, decrees this tribute of respect to the manes of Wash

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ington. At this moment she contributes to the discharge of a debt due by two nations. No government, whatever form it bears, or whatever opinion it holds, can refuse its respect to this great father of liberty. The people who so lately stigmatized Washington as a rebel, regard even the enfranchisement of America, as one of those events consecrated by history and by past ages. Such is the veneration excited by great characters. The American revolution, the contemporary of our own, is fixed for ever. Washington began it with energy, and finished it with moderation.-He knew how to maintain it, pursuing always the prosperity of his country; and this aim alone can justify at the tribunal of the most high, enterprises so extraordinary.

"FROM every part of that America which he has delivered, the cry of grief is heard. It belonged to France to echo back the mournful sound; it ought to vibrate on every generous heart. The shade of Washington, on entering beneath this lofty dome, will find a Turenne, a Catinat, a Conde, all of whom have fixed their habitation here. If these illustrious warriors have not served in the same cause during life, yet the fame of all will unite them in death. Opinions subject to the caprice of the world and to time; opinions, weak and changeable, the inheritance of humanity, vanish in the tomb: but glory and virtue live for ever. When departed from this stage, the great men of every age and of every place, become, in some measure, compatriots and cotemporaries-they form but one family in the memory of the living; and their examples are renewed in every successive age. Thus, within these walls, the valor of Washington attracts the regard of Conde; his modesty is applauded by Turenne; his philosophy draws him to the bosom of Catinat; a people who admit the ancient dogma of a transmigration of souls, will often confess that the soul of Catinat dwells in the bosom of Washington.

The following elegantly drawn character, of general GEORGE WASHINGTON, was published in London, Jan. 24, 1800.

HE melancholy account of the death of general Washington, was brought by a vessel from Baltimore, which has arrived off Dover.

GENERAL Washington was, we believe, in his 68th year. The height of his person was about five feet eleven; his chest full; and his limbs, though rather slender, well shaped and muscular. His head was small, in which respect he resembled the make of a great number of his countrymen. His eyes were

of a light blue color; and, in proportion to the length of his face, his nose long. Mr. Stewart, the eminent portrait painter, used to say there were features in his face totally different from what he had ever observed in that of any other human being; the sockets for the eyes, for instance, were larger than what he ever met with before, and the upper part of his nose broader. All his features, he observed, were indicative of the strongest passions; yet, like Socrates, his judgment and great self-command have always made him appear a man of a different cast in the eyes of the world. He always spoke with great diffidence, and sometimes hesitated for a word; but it was always to find one particularly well adapted to his meaning. His language was manly and expressive. At levee, his discourse with strangers turned principally upon the subject of America; and if they had been through any remarkable places, his conversation was free and particularly interesting, for he was intimately acquainted with every part of the country. He was much more open and free in his behavior at levee than in private, and in the com pany of ladies still more so than when solely with men,

FEW persons ever found themselves for the first time in the presence of general Washington, without being impressed with a certain degree of veneration and awe; nor did those emotions subside on a closer acquaintance; on the contrary, his person and deportment were such as rather tended to augment them. The hard service he had seen, the important and laborious offi

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