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out even the beams of day, I see new States and empires, new seats of wisdom and knowledge, new religious domes spreading around. In places now untrod by any but savage beasts, or men as savage as they, I hear the voice of happy labor, and behold towery cities growing into the skies!

The general sentiments in this address Dr. Smith tells us in a note to the address, had been published by him in a poem near fifty years before, and had been occasionally introduced into former public addresses by him, but had not before been published at large or in the present form.

After the passage above quoted, Dr. Smith concludes his sermon as follows:

Lo! in this happy picture, I behold the native Indian exulting in the works of peace and civilization! His bloody hatchet he buries deep under ground, and his murderous knife he turns into a pruning hook, to lop the tender vine and teach the luxuriant shoot to grow. No more does he form to himself a heaven after death (according to the poet) in company with his faithful dog, behind the cloud-topped hill, to enjoy solitary quiet, far from the haunts of faithless men; but, better instructed by Christianity, he views his everlasting inheritance, a house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens.

Instead of recounting to his offspring, round the blazing fire, the bloody exploits of their ancestors, and wars of savage death, showing barbarous exultation over every deed of woe; methinks I hear him pouring forth his eulogies of praise to the memory of those who were the instruments of heaven in raising his tribes from darkness to light; in giving them freedom and civilization, and converting them from violence and blood to meekness and love!

Amongst those who shall be celebrated as the instruments of this great work, I hear the names of every good citizen and Christian who is a friend to mankind, and to the gospel of Jesus Christ; and especially, methinks, I hear your names, ye illustrious patriots! who, having asserted your own and your country's rights, cheerfully join in every laudable. endeavor for conveying those rights to posterity, and bringing "the utmost ends of the earth to see the salvation of our God."

Hasten, O Almighty Father, hasten this blessed period of thy Son's kingdom, which we believe shall come; and the praise and glory shall be to thy name, forever and ever! Amen.

We come now to a highly interesting event in Dr. Smith's domestic history: the engagement of marriage between his son Charles with Mary, the daughter of the Hon. Jasper Yeates, a lady of education, intelligence and amiable disposition. The letter.

which follows is a pleasing illustration of Dr. Smith's courtly manners, and is a tribute to his son Charles' good conduct, of which that son may have well been proud:

Dr. Smith to Jasper Yeates.

PHILADELPHIA, September 3, 1790.

MY DEAR SIR: On my return from Lancaster to Philadelphia my son Charles informed his mother and me that, having been successful in his addresses to your amiable daughter, and farther happy in obtaining yours and Mrs. Yeates's consent to their being united in wedlock at some convenient time, which he hoped might not be very remote, it was his wish that his mother and myself might assure you of our approbation, as we now readily do, and also of our desire to contribute all in our power to render the young couple permanently happy. I wish that Charles could have so far overcome his bashfulness as to have communicated himself to me on the Saturday evening after I was in company with. you. I should certainly, in that case, have waited on you according to your invitation to breakfast on Sunday morning, when a few moments conversation on this business would have been better between us than anything by way of letter; and it may seem disrespectful to your family that on a supposition of my being acquainted with the matter, I should leave Lancaster without waiting upon you to express the sense I have, not only of your former partiality to my son, and the advice and protection with which you favored him from his first appearance at the Bar, but especially this last instance of your favor to him; a greater than which you have it not in your power to give. And I trust that such is his sensibility, and such will be his gratitude and returns of duty to you as well as of tender affection for your daughter, that you will never have cause to repent of your good offices and predilection for him. As for myself, I can only add that he is justly a favorite son, and has never in his life, by any part of his conduct, given me cause of pain, but always of much pleasure, and in no part of it more than on the present occasion of his attachment to a young lady of such amiable manners and good education, who is willing and happily qualified to accommodate herself to his situation either in a village or a city, a farm-house or a mansion, as future circumstances may require. I have done what my present situation will allow to add to his independence. If nothing adverse happens, he will have something further to expect upon the death of his mother and myself.

I have enclosed the Cincinnati sermon which you wished to see, and as a token of my affection, have inscribed it with your daughter's name. I am with great regard and esteem,

Your most obedient humble servant,

TO JASPER YEATES, Esq., Lancaster.

WILLIAM SMITH.

But these domestic events were not always events of joy. Dark clouds follow bright sunshine. On the 19th of December in this same year Dr. Smith was called on to mourn the loss of his eldest and much loved daughter Williamina, wife of Charles Goldsborough, Esq. The following inscription-upon a handsomely carved tombstone in the church-yard at Cambridge, Md.-is no doubt from the pen of Dr. Smith himself:

In Memory of

MRS. WILLIAMINA GOLDSBOROUGH,
Wife of Charles Goldsborough, Esq.,
Of Dorset County, Maryland,
Daughter of Dr. William Smith of
Philadelphia, and Rebecca, his wife.
She died December 19th, 1790,
Aged 28 years.

Call'd from this mortal scene in bloom of life,
Here lies a much lov'd daughter, mother, wife,
To whom each grace and excellence were given,
A saint on earth, an angel now in heaven.
Bereaved parents come to speak their woe;
To grave it deep on monumental stone,
And with a husband's sorrows mix their own-
But ah! no further trace this tablet bears,
Line after line is blotted with their tears.

Her mournful parents inscribe this tablet.

The poet Pope has given us many poetical epitaphs, some of which have been long admired of scholars. I recall none more graceful and pathetic than this which an aged father puts upon his daughter's tomb. The two letters which follow are in proper sequence to the sad events which we have been commemorating:

Dr. Smith to Charles Goldsborough.

PHILADELPHIA, January 17, 1791.

MY DEAR DISTRESSED SIR: How shall I take my pen in hand to write to you? For many days past, although urged by every tie of affection, and solicited by your mother at every interval of her deep affliction to write to you, yet I attempted it in vain. Inconsolable myself, unmanned, and I fear almost unchristianed, with the mother, sister and brothers of the angel we have lost, all in the like condition around me, what consolation could I impart to you? Yet still there is consolation,

not only in Christianity, but in the reason and nature of things. She who was loving to all, and by all beloved, is now a saint in the bosom of everlasting love! She whose delight was to make others happy, is gone where universal happiness prevails!

Let her precious memory be your consolation, and let it be preserved in those dear pledges-those sweet infant images of herself, whom she hath left behind! While you behold them, you never can forget her; and, I trust, will even exert yourself to supply, as far as in your power, the irreparable loss which their education will sustain by the loss of her. Your endeavors will be assisted by your mother and myself during the short remainder of your lives, and therefore we wish to see and consult with you in Philadelphia as soon as your health and the situation of your family will admit. In the meantime we are persuaded that your good Aunt Ennalls will not be wanting in her best advice to you, and kind offices to the children, and especially the dear orphan last born. The many kindnesses of Mrs. Ennalls to our dear departed child, will never be forgotten by us. We acknowledge them with the sincerest gratitude, and those of Mrs. Caroline Goldsborough. In token thereof, please communicate them this letter, and particularly to your aunt, to whom I hope to write a few lines by your brother Richard.

Your mother is now able to sit up for part of the day, but I fear will never recover from the severe visitation she has sustained, but will go "mourning all the days of her life," even if longer than we can in any degree hope. I am sincerely and affectionately yours, etc.

MR. CHARLES GOLDSBOROUGH,

Hornes Point,

Dorset County, Maryland.

WILLIAM SMITH.

Dr. Smith to Henry Ennalls, Esq.

PHILADELPHIA, November 14th, 1791.

DEAR SIR: The bearer, Mr. Davidson, I have engaged to go to Cambridge as a tutor to my two grandsons, children of Mr. Charles Goldsborough. I beg your notice of him so far as to put him in the way of getting across the Bay to Cambridge as soon and with as little expense as possible. The Cambridge packet, if in the way, will be his best conveyance. Your kind services to him will oblige Mr. Goldsborough and Your most obedient servant, WILLIAM SMITH.

On the 3d of March, 1791, Dr. Smith's son Charles, of whose engagement of marriage with Miss Mary Yeates, daughter of the Hon. Jasper Yeates, of Lancaster, Pennsylvania, we have spoken, was married. The ceremony was performed at the house of the lady's father by the Rev. Henry Muhlenberg. The following ex

tract from the Yeates family Bible may not be without interest in connection with this event:

Jasper Yeates, son of John and Elizabeth Yeates, born April, 1745; died March 14th, 1817.

Sarah Burd, daughter of James and Sarah Burd, born January 1st, 1749; died October 25th, 1829.

The above were married December 30th, 1767.

Issue: Mary Yeates, born at Lancaster, March 13th, 1771; died August 27th, 1836.

John Yeates, born June 29th, 1772; died January 7th, 1844. Elizabeth Yeates, born April 4th, 1778; died August 3d, 1867. Margaret Yeates, born April 24th, 1780; died February 1st, 1855. Catharine Yeates, born December 1st, 1783; died June 7th, 1866.

CHAPTER LIV.

DEATH OF FRANKLIN-IMPROMPTU THEREON AT A DINNER PARTY BY DR. SMITHCAPPED BY MR. THOMAS WILLING--FRANKLIN'S FUNERAL-DR. SMITH TO DR. WEST-THE SAME TO THE SAME-DR. SMITH'S EULOGY ON FRANKLIN -UNE ANECDOTE DE FAMILLE-Dr. Odel's Verses on THE FRANKLIN STOVE -FRANKLIN A NATURAL PHILOSOPHER AND NOT A STATESMAN.

ON Saturday, April 17th, 1790, died, in the 88th year of his age, the philosopher, Benjamin Franklin. On the evening of his death a company of gentlemen were seated at the dinner table of Governor Mifflin, at the Falls of Schuylkill. It consisted of Thomas McKean, Henry Hill (a private gentleman of rank in old Philadelphia), the Hon. Thomas Willing,* David Rittenhouse, and Dr. Smith. During the dinner a great thunderstorm arose, and Primus, a favorite negro body-servant of Dr. Smith, brought to Governor Mifflin's house the news just received from the city at Dr. Smith's of the event. Dr. Smith, under the impulse of the moment, wrote the following lines without leaving the table:

Cease! cease, ye clouds, your elemental strife,

Why rage ye thus, as if to threaten life?

Seek, seek no more to shake our souls with dread,
What busy mortal told you" Franklin's dead?"
What, though he yields at Jove's imperious nod,
With Rittenhouse he left his magic rod.

*For some notice of this eminent citizen of Philadelphia, see Appendix No. VI.

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