HE longed to see that early destiny of Heaven accomplished, that we should be "a world by ourselves." Though we were separated for this purpose from foreign nations by the waves of the sea, yet the dreary darkness of despotic night reigned on the face of our land. But the spirit of WASHINGTON moved upon it. The first rays that betokened the resurrection of liberty, beamed from his luminous soul. Being aided by the ADAMS and FRANKLIN, he laid the foundation of the temple of our glory.

THIS steady career of renown soon raised him to the head of the continental armies. Here, how illustrious, how deified, was the display of his abilities and heart! He did not enter the field as the servile minion of a despot; he did not lead a band of Catalines, plunderers and thieves; he did not assume the armor of battle, that he might be able to boast how many thousand garments he had died in blood. But he fought and conquered for the salvation of his country, and the good of thẹ world. He resembled the conduct of the holy GoD, whose nature is love, and who designeth for the good of his creatures, even when their sins oblige him to chastise them with scorpions.

LOADED with the immaculate laurels of victory, under the grateful alleluia of millions, he retires from the toilsome scene of war. The nation said (for they felt it) he is the saviour of the west, He is the gift of Heaven, fame said, for it was true, he is greater than the greatest of men; his arm is thunder to oppressors; the voice of his feet is an earthquake to tyrants; but his smiles are a heaven to the sons and daughters of liberty.

THE war was ended. Britain was humbled. WASHINGTON no longer wields the lightning of his power. He repairs, like the gentle shepherd to the shades of Vernon; but not there to rest. By the voice of his country he is called to the presidential chair. If we view him in this important office; he is still on holy ground. His eye is still fastened on the flaming bush to receive counsel. Here his wisdom, his unyielding firmness and expansive patriotism, heightened the affection of his coun

try. Every day in the cabinet poured lustre on those immortal monuments of his fame, which his own deeds had already constructed. Though time consign to oblivion the actions of the wise and great, yet it will breathe divinity on the life and conduct of our departed Sage.

TEN years of unspotted life in this office had now elapsed. Without any uncommon admonition, he was conscious that sixty five revolving suns must nearly have numbered his days. He asked an exemption from public cares. The enrapturing perspectives of eternity rose before him, yet he had engraven his people on the palms of his hands. He did not forget us. He bid us an affectionate farewell. His address is stamped in letters of gold on the rolls of unfading memory. Stoic eyes beheld him with tears, retiring, as was thought, for the last, to private life, and from thence to the bosom of God. The belligerent powers of Europe, however, soon drew our nation into a state of war. Wisdom dictated the propriety of assuming a posture of defence. The voice of timidity cried "We have no millions to support a standing army; no walls to defend our cities; no fleets to secure our harbors." ADAMS looked on the noble WASHINGTON, and said, "O WASHINGTON! Thy sword is a standing army. Thy name is a wall of fire. Thy glory travels on the face of the deep." He appointed him commander of the Columbian troops. The appointment was accepted. Our country's eye sparkled with joy. The shadow of the sun had gone back on the dial. The hours of his public life were lengthened out. Our sage was ready to shed his venerable blood, that liberty might continue to value our land as a temple meet for her dwelling. But he is now " removed to the armies above." Our harp is turned to mourning, and our organ to the voice of them that weep.

O MY Countrymen and fellow-mourners! do you realize your loss? If you did, you would not only discover the common testimonials of grief, but tears of blood would roll from your

eyes.

YE who followed him into the field, who aided him in repulsing the cruel arm of foreign aggression, can ye believe that

your beloved general is dead; that his body sleeps beneath the cold clay of the valley? It cannot be forgotten. The cyclops of a despotic court were forging with unblushing insolence, chains for our necks; our land was infested with a plundering soldiery; our shores began to be marked with the bloody footsteps of the British dragon, when WASHINGTON, in the sight of your eyes, delivered his country from slavery, from desolation and death. Did you not then think that he was almost an immortal; and now can you believe he is no more! O painful sentence. I need more than lips of clay to pronounce it. WASHINGTON is dead! The first of men, the paragon of goodness How like an angel did he appear in youth! In manhood how did the emanations of the DEITY sublime his soul! A rarity in the list of mortals; who could be told by an admiring world, that he was a GOD, yet retained the meekness of a man?

is gone.

His heart was pure and friendly-his head clear, its counsel deep and lucid as the waters of Laplata. His firmness, like the poles of the earth, to be moved by nature's dissolution alone. His patriotism resembled the blaze of divine benevolence, uniformly benignant, universal in expansion, and without diminution. Among all the stars of human glory, the steps of our sage were the milky-way; that path in the heavens always to be distinguished by its superior lustre.

IMPRESSED with this important truth, that God was not partial to any particular sect of christians; he beheld them all with an eye of charity. He believed that the elect would be gathered from all ranks and denominations of men.

IF, at any time, great and good men differed from him in political opinion, it excited no animosity. He was ready to say, "I myself also am a man ; I am not omniscient; I am not infallible." If the disappointed and envious ever attempted to asperse his character, they were soon compelled to silence; for this was the echo of their madness: "Feeble efforts, pitiful phrenzy. Sooner shall the wing of the transient insect darken the face of day, than envy's pestilent tribe should tarnish the glory of WASHINGTON."

O, ADAMS! thy grief must pierce the centre of thy heart. More momentous than ever are the cares that devolve upon thee. The prophet with whom thou hast walked hand and hand, is now departed. Receive the mantle of thy brother. If the waters of death threaten to flood our country, divide them assunder-bid them roll on the right and the left, till they are lost in the desert. GOD will make thee Columbia's second Saviour.

OFFICERS and army, of whom the head is gone, every heartstring must thrill with anguish, for the bereavement is sudden and great. What a noble pathos did the name of your general excite in the patriotic bosom! How did you leap to the defence of your land, religion and liberty, when it was said, "The venerable WASHINGTON leads the van." When ye beheld his ancient standard stamped with these indelible letters, "No party spirit-we fight for ourselves and children ;" ye were all Americans. You spurned from your lips the cup, which contained the hemlock of foreign influence. But alas! your hero is no more. Captains, officers and soldiers of the artillery in this place, do you hear this? WASHINGTON is gone to rest! O,

we behold the emblems of sorrow planted on your countenanceyour eyes grow big with grief.-Behold how you loved him!

DEPARTED shade! if it be permitted for spirits to visit these abodes of clay, may it delight thee still to preside over the army, that exulted in the light of thy counsel, and the assylum of thy presence. Pity them. Ah! they weep to embalm thy memory with tears. If they must ever descend the field, inspire them with an honest indignation against the hostile aggressor; ennoble them with courage and prudence; let them be pure and virtuous in the camp, ready to be immolated on the flaming altar of battle, or to live in liberty and triumph.

BOTH houses of congress, your vistation is deeply afflictive, your burden is great, the sense of your loss is poignant. You remember the matchless services he hath rendered to his country; for the glorious monuments of his martial deeds are before you. You remember him when he shone like the orb of day

in the cabinet. You will not forget the times when dangers and clouds have hovered around your heads; when tempest of dispute hath raged; when parties have met like angry clouds on the mountain, and thundered their vengeance from one to the other; for then the noble WASHINGTON forbade the storm. He stretched the rainbow in the sky of debate, and there was a a calm. He hath taught you how to love your country. He was the archetype of prudence and public excellence. Imitate him as far as your powers will reach. Move with caution in the doubtful paths of opinion. Imbibe the truth. In the centre of light receive it. Reflect it again to cheer and gladden the heart of your fellow-mortals. Contend as much to secure the chastity, as to protract the life of liberty.

JUDGE of this district. Judges and political officers of all ranks; well may each of you say, "O, that my head were waters, that mine eyes were a fountain of tears;" for you mourn the best of friends, and the first of men. He duly appreciated your beneficial influence in the civil and judicial system-your importance with regard to the general good. He knew, that of many members, unequal in dignity, faithful in their appropriate spheres, a perfect body is composed. Be inspired by his example, and you will strengthen the filaments of society; you will be guardians for the rights of individuals, as well as for those of the nation.

MINISTERS of the gospel A star has fallen from the firmament of the visible church. A great patron and influential advocate in the cause of religion is gone. As instruments in the hand of GoD, to mould the heart, to lead the human race to CHRIST, who opens the portals of eternal day, and bids his children welcome, he loved us. O may we repair to the cypress. Let the altars of JESUS be hung in sackcloth, for the gates of Zion do mourn. Let all the sons and daughters of piety flock to his grave. In the midst of their grief, may they not forget that blood of sprinkling, which speaketh better things than the life of WASHINGTON.