shall see your good works and glorify your Father who is in heaven. And now I turn to the ungodly part of this assembly. Ye candidates for the second death, I turn to you. You have witnessed this solemn transaction. You have witnessed the consecration of these immortal souls to God. You have heard their vows of eternal allegiance to King Jesus. Now, though you have rejected the gospel for your own souls, though you have judged yourselves unworthy of eternal life, yet, in behalf of these who have named the name of the Lord Jesus, I appeal to you. Does not conscience tell you that, though you have chosen the downward road, yet it is best for them that they should prove faithful unto death? that they should be firm in the service of their God? Unto you, O men, I call! You, whose backs are turned on heaven; you, whose faces are set for dungeons of hell; you, who are hastening headlong towards the worm that never dies, and the fire that never shall be quenched, I appeal to you. Will not you pledge yourselves to-day, that you will throw no stumbling-blocks in the way of these souls? that you will not attempt to entangle them in the net of perdition, and drag them down with you to the agonies and the darkness of hell? And now let every man that, before earth and heaven, is willing to enter into this solemn pledge, signify it by holding up his right hand." The solemnity was overwhelming. The burning zeal of the minister kindled a flame through the entire audience; right hands arose, and were held up over the whole congregation. The sinner's heart trembled because of the presence of the God of the whole earth ; the Christian bowed his head, and worshipped, saying, with the venerable patriarch of old, "This is the gate

of heaven." The first right hand that was lifted up, in this memorable scene, was that of Dr. McGee. He had professed, for many years, to be a confirmed atheist. He was a scholar, a gentleman, and possessed many amiable endowments, but had long been settled down in absolute atheism. Argument had been tried with him by many strong men, but he seemed immovable as the cliffs of the Alleghany. This atheistical Dr. McGee was the first man to hold up his right hand in the above-described scene. Within a short time, he came before the congregation, and publicly renounced his atheism, and solemnly professed his repentance and his faith in the Lord Jesus. Long will the church at Maryville remember the day when Dr. McGee, with tears of penitence for the follies of his past life, asked to be received into their communion, and they gave him the right hand of fellowship in the service of their God. The doctor soon became a preacher of that faith which once he destroyed, and lived many years to adorn the gospel profession by a holy life, and proclaim the riches of a Savior's love to dying men.

Such is a brief history of one of the boldest, strongest, and newest measures that I ever saw attempted in a revival of religion; and yet, perhaps not one of the vast assembly present ever dreamed of calling in question its propriety or its usefulness. Why? Because it was done with judgment and good taste. It was done in the right spirit, at the right time, in the right circumstances, and by the right man. But now let the wrong man, without judgment or good taste, attempt such a measure, and he will soon be in a condition to deliver lectures or publish letters on the "evils of revivals."

TEMPERANCE SONG.

THE following ode was composed at the request of Governor Boggs, of Missouri, and sung in the presence of the members of the legislature, in the hall of the House of Representatives, February, in the year 1843:

WHEN the dark cloud of war threw its gloom round our land,
And the rod of the tyrant was o'er us suspended,
Our fathers aroused, "put their life in their hand,”
And bravely and nobly their country defended.

Then Victory's bright crown encircled their head;
The haughty invader was routed, and fled;

And the "star-spangled banner in triumph did wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave."

But a deadlier foe still was lurking around

A foe more insidious, and deeply annoying,
Inflicting on health an incurable wound,

And the life of the soul and the body destroying.
We've roused, like our sires, our country to free;
Already is dawning the glad jubilee ;

And the temperance "banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave."

'Twas an empire of woe, with a despot enthroned;

The tears of the mother and widow were streaming,
While around them, in rags, and starving for bread,
Neglected and fatherless children were screaming.

But loud notes of joy on the breezes now swell;
Our country's all rising, the foe to expel;
And the temperance "banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave."

'Twas a long, dreary night, fraught with danger and death;
Diseases and vices around us were prowling;
O, the "darkness was thick!" 'twas a night of despair,
And the voice of a terrible tempest was howling.
But the star of the morn now rises in sight,

And a new, lovely day is diffusing its light;

And the temperance "banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave."

'Twas a deluge of fire that invaded our land,

And mingled hot poison in life's sweetest fountains;
O, it flooded our fields, and swelled o'er the hills,

And rolled its huge billows above the tall mountains!
But the dove now returns, with the "olive leaf" green;
Lo! spanning the heav'ns a bright rainbow is seen;
And the temperance “banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave."

O, how blest is our cause, where friends all unite,

The son and the father, the husband and brother,
While beauty looks on, and cheers us with smiles,

The sister, the daughter, the wife, and the mother!
Come, enlist in this cause; let all hearts agree;
Come, down with your name, and the land shall be free;
And the temperance "banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave."

O, how happy our land, where the bounty of God
Flows freely and richly, and broad as a river,
While the gospel appears in robes of pure white,
And points us to blessings forever and ever!

Hail! dear native land, in loveliness dressed,
Through ages on ages, thy children be blessed
And the temperance banner -O, "long may it wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!"

PATRIOTIC SONG OF THE TENNESSEEAN.

WHY wander from our early home,

Impelled by hope or fear,

Since bounteous Heaven hath richly shed
Its choicest blessings here?

Our homes are sweet, our friends are kind,
Our children hale and free;

"And the best of land, we understand,
Is'n the bend of the Tennessee."

We envy not the frozen north,
Its fields of ice and snow;

We envy not the torrid south,
Its sun's o'erpowering glow.

From scorching heat, from piercing cold,
Our happy clime is free;

"And the best of land, we understand,
Is'n the bend of the Tennessee.”

In days long past, our fathers came
As pilgrims to the west,

And reared their rude and humble homes
On thy fair, bounteous breast.

While panther, wolf, and Indian howled,
They fixed their choice on thee.
“O, the best of land, we understand,
Is'n the bend of the Tennessee!"

Like olive-plants, in blooming youth,
Thy duteous daughters rise,