4 5 And thou must sail upon this sea, a long, Eventful voyage. The foolish must. The wise may suffer wreck, O! then be early wise! Learn from the mariner his skilful art To ride upon the waves, and catch the breeze, To station quick-eyed Prudence at the helm, Farewell- Heaven smile propitious on thy course, And favoring breezes waft thee to the arms CVIII. THE DEATH OF HAMILTON. NOTT. [ELIPHALET NOTT was born in Ashford, Connecticut, June 25, 1773, and died January 29, 1866. He was chosen president of Union College in 1804, and was previously pastor of a church in Albany. It was there that he preached the sermon, of which the following is a portion. It produced a great effect, as the whole nation was deeply moved at the death of Alexander Hamilton, an eminent statesman and soldier, who was killed in a duel by Aaron Burr, July 11, 1804. Dr. Nott published "Lectures on Temperance," and "Counsels to Young Men," and spent much time in experiments and researches connected with the application of the laws of heat to the arts of life.] A SHORT time since, and he, who is the occasion of our sorrows, was the ornament of his country. He stood on an eminence, and glory covered him. From that emi nence he has fallen, suddenly, forever fallen. His intercourse with the living world is now ended; and those who would hereafter find him, must seek him in the grave. 5 There, cold and lifeless, is the heart which just now was the seat of friendship; there, dim and sightless, is the eye whose radiant and enlivening orb beamed with intelligence; and there, closed forever, are those lips on whose persuasive accents we have so often and so lately hung 10 with transport. From the darkness which rests upon his tomb there proceeds, methinks, a light, in which it is clearly seen that those gaudy objects which men pursue are only phantoms. In this light how dimly shines the splendor of victory! 15 how humble appears the majesty of grandeur! The bubble, which seemed to have so much solidity, has burst; and we again see that all below the sun is vanity. True, the funeral eulogy has been pronounced, the sad and solemn procession has moved, the badge of mourning 20 has already been decreed, and presently the sculptured marble will lift up its front, proud to perpetuate the name of Hamilton, and rehearse to the passing traveller his virtues (just tributes of respect, and, to the living, useful); but to him, mouldering in his narrow and humble habita25 tion, what are they? How vain! how unavailing! Approach, and behold, while I lift from his sepulchre its covering! Ye admirers of his greatness! ye emulous of his talents and his fame! approach and behold him now! How pale! how silent! No martial bands admire 30 the adroitness of his movements; no fascinating throng weep and melt and tremble at his eloquence! Amazing change! a shroud! a coffin! a narrow, subterraneous cabin! - this is all that now remains of Hamilton! And is this all that remains of Hamilton? During a life so 35 transitory, what lasting monument, then, can our fondest hopes erect! My brethren, we stand on the borders of an awful gulf, which is swallowing up all things human. And is there, amidst this universal wreck, nothing stable, nothing abiding, nothing immortal, on which poor, frail, dying man 5 can fasten? Ask the hero, ask the statesman, whose wisdom you have been accustomed to revere, and he will tell you. He will tell you, did I say? He has already told you, from his death-bed; and his illumined spirit still whispers from the heavens, with well known eloquence, 10 the solemn admonition: "Mortals hastening to the tomb, and once the companions of my pilgrimage, take warning and avoid my errors; cultivate the virtues I have recommended; choose the Saviour I have chosen; live disinterestedly; live for immortality; and would you rescue anything from final dissolution, lay it up in God.” 1 YET while, by life's endearments crowned, Shall not one line lament that lion race, Alas, alas for them! those fated bands, Whose monarch tread was on these broad, green lands. Our fathers called them savage, them, whose bread, In the dark hour those famished fathers fed. 2 We call them savage. O, be just! A voice comes forth, 't is from the dust, The savage was a man! Think ye he prayed not? When on high 8 I venerate the Pilgrim's cause, Yet for the red man dare to plead We seek our God in prayer; Through boundless woods he loved to roam, Freedom, the self-same freedom we adore, - Bade him defend his violated shore. He saw the cloud, ordained to grow Strange feet were trampling on his fathers' bones; And listen to his children's dying groans. He saw, and, maddening at the sight, Their fires are out from hill and shore; Their children,-look! by power oppressed, 4 0, doubly lost! Oblivion's shadows close There sage and bard have shed a light Even we, who then were nothing, kneel In homage there, and join earth's general peal. With his frail breath his power has passed away; Shall link him to a future age, Or give him with the past a rank; His heraldry is but a broken bow, His history but a tale of wrong and woe, His 5 Cold, with the beast he slew he sleeps; No crowds throng round, no anthem notes ascend, |