History, 1838–1856, volume A-1 [23 December 1805–30 August 1834]

  • Source Note
  • Historical Introduction
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horrid yells of an infuriated Mob; coated like some  unnamed, unknown biped, and one of the sisters  cried aloud: “while you, who have done this wicked  deed, must suffer the vengeance of God; they, having  endured persecution, Can Rejoice, for henceforth, for them,  is laid up a crown, eternal in the heavens, surely  there was a time of awful reflection, that man, un restrained, like the brute beast, may torment the body;  but God, in return, will punish the soul.
After the mob had ceased yelling, and retired; and  while evening was spreading her dark mantle over the  unblushing scenery, as if to hide it from the gaze of day,  men, women, and children, who had been driven or fright ened from their homes, by yells and threats, began to re turn from their hiding places, in thickets, cornfields, woods,  and groves, and view, with heavy hearts the scenery of wo  and desolation, and Wo! and while they mourned over  fallen man, they rejoiced with joy unspeakable, that they  were accounted worthy to suffer in the glorious cause of  their divine Master.
There lay the printing office a heap of ruins;   furniture strewed over the garden as  common plunder! the revelations, Book-works, papers  and press in the hands of the mob as the booty of  highway robbers; there was , in the  midst of his family, with a few friends, endeavoring to  scrape off the “Tar,” which, from eating his flesh, seemed  to have been prepared with lime, pearlash, acid, or  some flesh eating commodity, to destroy him! And there  was in the same awful condition.  As the heart sickens at the picture. recital, how  much more at the picture! More than once, those  people, in this boasted land of liberty, were brought  into jeopardy, and threatened with expulsion or death  because they wished to worship God according to the  revelations of heaven, the constitutions of their country,  and the dictates of their own consciences. Oh Liberty,  how art thou fallen! Alas! Clergymen! where is thy  charity? In the smoke that ascendeth up forever and ever. [p. 329]
horrid yells of an infuriated Mob; coated like some unnamed, unknown biped, and one of the sisters cried aloud: “while you, who have done this wicked deed, must suffer the vengeance of God; they, having endured persecution, Can Rejoice, for henceforth, for them, is laid up a crown, eternal in the heavens, surely there was a time of awful reflection, that man, unrestrained, like the brute beast, may torment the body; but God, in return, will punish the soul.
After the mob had ceased yelling, and retired; and while evening was spreading her dark mantle over the unblushing scenery, as if to hide it from the gaze of day, men, women, and children, who had been driven or frightened from their homes, by yells and threats, began to return from their hiding places, in thickets, cornfields, woods, and groves, and view, with heavy hearts the scenery of desolation, and Wo! and while they mourned over fallen man, they rejoiced with joy unspeakable, that they were accounted worthy to suffer in the glorious cause of their divine Master.
There lay the printing office a heap of ruins; furniture strewed over the garden as common plunder! the revelations, Book-works, papers and press in the hands of the mob as the booty of highway robbers; there was , in the midst of his family, with a few friends, endeavoring to scrape off the “Tar,” which, from eating his flesh, seemed to have been prepared with lime, pearlash, acid, or some flesh eating commodity, to destroy him! And there was in the same awful condition. As the heart sickens at the . recital, how much more at the picture! More than once, those people, in this boasted land of liberty, were brought into jeopardy, and threatened with expulsion or death because they wished to worship God according to the revelations of heaven, the constitutions of their country, and the dictates of their own consciences. Oh Liberty, how art thou fallen! Alas! Clergymen! where is thy charity? In the smoke that ascendeth up forever and ever. [p. 329]
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