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How beautiful she is! How fair
She lies within those arms, that

Her form with many a soft caress
Of tenderness and watchful care !
Sail forth into the sea, O ship !
Through wind and wave, right onward steer!
The moistened eye, the trembling lip,
Are not the signs of doubt or fear.

Thou, too, sail on, O ship of State,
Sail on, O UNION, strong and great!
Humanity, with all its fears,
With all the hopes of future years,
Is hanging breathless on thy fate !
We know what master laid thy keel,
What workmen wrought thy ribs of steel,
Who made each mast, and sail, and rope,
What anvils rang, what hammers beat,
In what a forge and what a heat
Were shaped the anchors of thy hope !

Fear not each sudden sound and shock,
'Tis of the wave, and not the rock;
'Tis but the flapping of the sail,
And not a rent made by the gale!
In spite of rock and tempest's roar,
In spite of false lights on the shore,
Sail on, nor fear to breast the sea !

Our hearts, our hopes, are all with thee.
Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears,
Our faith triumphant o'er our fears,
Are all with thee-are all with thee!


WIDE-AWAKE! wide-awake! fogy and sleeper,

Dream not the battle of life ;
Wide-awake! wide-awake! laggard and creeper,

Lagging is losing the strife;
Wide-awake! wide-awake! office and honor

Fly from the dreamer away ;
Wide-awake! wide-awake! keep your eye on her-
Fortune is fickle as gay ;

Wide-awake! wide-awake! up and be doing :
All that's worth having is won but by wooing.

Wide-awake! wide-awake! while the game's going,

Try it, and have a hand in ;
Wide-awake! wide-awake! while the wind's blowing,

Look to your helm, and you win ;
Wide-awake ! wide-awake ! priest and law-maker,

Up! or be left in the rear;
Wide-awake! wide-awake! people—the breaker
Is always ahead that's to fear,



We don't believe in Romanism. We regard the Pope as an imposter ; and the Mother Church as the mother of abominations. We don't believe in the close shaven, white-cravated, black-coated priesthood, who profess to "mortify the flesh," by eschewing matrimony and violating nature. We don't believe in the mummeries of prayers in unknown tongues ; nor in the impious assumption of the power to forgive sins—to send the soul of a murderer to heaven, or to curse the soul of a good man down to the other place. We don't believe in Nunneries, where beauty that was made to bloom and beam on the world is immured and immolated, not to say prostituted. We don't believe in “John, Archbishop of New York," any more than we believe in ten thousand other Johns who make no pretensions to extra piety, and who do not arrogate to themselves any of the awful prerogatives of Divine Power.

And what reasons have we to offer for these daring negations. In the first place, we find nothing in the preaching or practice of the meek and lowly Christ to sanction the assumptions, the pomposities, and the absurdities of Romanism. He mumbled no prayers which the multitude could not understand; but taught them simply to say "OUR FATHER." He

gave no orders for the building of St. Peter's; but taught his disciples in the streets, in the cornfields, by the sea-shore ; and upon the mountains. He said nothing about burning candles, or counting beads, or kissing anybody's great toe. Nothing about the establishment of Convents, or of Inquisitions ; or of a class of men to live on tithes, and suck their sustenance from other men's labors. He never called his followers to take up arms in defence of their faith, much less of their Churches, for they had none; but told the zealous and impetuous Peter to put up his sword; and not to fight with carnal weapons in behalf of One whose kingdom was not of this world.

Another reason for rejecting Romanism is, that it is incompatible with Republicanism. It is essentially the religion of ignorance and superstition. It is based upon the fears of men—and these fears grow out of their vices. What need has an honest man of any “confessional” outside of his own heart, or his own closet ? Why resort to the impossible intervention of the Priest to settle an account between himself and his God? The very statement of the proposition exposes the impious absurdity of the creed.

But do we, then, believe that all Romanists are not Christians ? By no means. The memory of Fenelon is sufficient to redeem any sect from utter condemnation; and he is but one of hundreds of Roman Catholics whose beautiful lives are embalmed in history. It is the institution, the Church itself, that we detest, and not its individual members. The uneducated, ignorant believer in Romanism, may sincerely and


honestly cherish his faith. It is with him simply the “fides carbonaria"-the faith of the collier, who, when asked about his religious belief, replied that he believed what the Church believed ; and when asked what the Church believed, innocently said, the Church believed what he believed. But the more intelligent Romanist can hardly be sincere in his professions.—He knows that Popery is a humbug ; that Pio Nino is no more than a man, upon whose life and conduct the AllSeeing God looks with the same impartial eye that he looks on all his creatures. He knows that there is no especial virtue in the Pope's blessing (not half so much as in his mother's), and that his anathemas are as idle as the commonest every-day denunciation—not half as much to be feared as a hot curse shot from the heart of some blasted woman. He knows, in a word, that Popes, Cardinals and Bishops are but fallible mortals, mere worms of the dust, whose ashes, a hundred years hence, the most bigoted papist on the earth would not be able to distinguish from those of the noblest heretic whom the Church has ever burned for daring to assert his belief in the supremacy of man over all his institutions,—for acknowledging his allegiance to the eternal God rather than to a mere creature of a day like himself.

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