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But he will not return! Cans't thou wish his return

To this region of darkness and sorrow?

No! haste on thy journey; thou shalt pass from this bourne

And rise on that glorious morrow,

Where friends meet him again-never, never to part;
Where hope is all lost in enjoyment;

And to praise the Redeemer, of each grateful heart
Is the soul's everlasting employment.

While Americans may justly feel proud of their naval glory, from the revolution to near the close of the first quarter of the nineteenth century-while as freemen they exult in our unsurpassed achievements, and as moralists rejoice that our navy has never been stained by unhallowed aggressions against feeble powers, but has saved Christians of many different nations from the accumulated horrors and hopeless misery of Turkish bondage, as well as the citizens of the American Republic from the same state of suffering, gloom, and despair--while with proud satisfaction we can reflect that no public ship of the kingdoms of Britain, France, or Spain, dare point a hostile gun against American commerce or American citizens--while with mingled sentiments of approbation and indignation we behold our dignified government assuming a vindictive attitude against the buccaniers and pirates of the islands of America--in the very depths of sorrow are we compelled to utter forth the moans of anguish that the fearless "Naval Heroes of the Revolution" have almost all "gone to their long home, and the mourners go about the streets"—and that during the year just closed, (1822) full one eighth of the gallant, accomplished, patriotic, and matchless officers of the present navy of the Republic, by death or retire

ment have been snatched from the service, and are tenants of the tomb, the mansion, or the cottage. Those high minded men whose motto was

"Altius ibunt, qui ad summa nituntur"

are now either in the congregation of the dead, or in the promiscuous mass of the living.

But with a Roman civilian, let Americans exclaim, "Never despair of the Commonwealth"-let our surviving and remaining officers and seamen say, with the departed LawRENCE, "Never give up the ship"--and let all, in the language of a favourite* of Washington,-"Thank God that we have constantly witnessed his protecting care of our beloved country; that we have seen the tree of Liberty, the emblem our Independence and Union, while it was a recumbent plant, fostered by vigilance, defended by toil, and not unfrequently watered with tears-and that, by his favour, we now behold it in the vigour of youthful maturity, standing protected from violation, by the sound heads, glowing hearts and strong arms of a new generation, elevating its majestic trunk towards heaven, striking its strong roots in every direction through our soil, and expanding its luxurient branches over a powerful, united and prosperous nation."

* Oliver Wolcott, Governour of Connecticut, (1823) once Secretary of the Treasury, and successor to Alexander Hamilton.

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