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cated in New York by the Rev. Edmund D.
Barry, a classical instructor who taught three
generations of pupils, and who died rector of the
Episcopal church of St. Matthew in Jersey City,
at the age of seventy-six, in 1852. Pursuing his
studies at Geneva in Western New York, Mr.
Doane entered Union College, where he was gra-
duated in 1818. He was then for a short time a
student of law in the city of New York, in the
office of Richard Harrison. In 1821 he was or-
dained deacon in the Episcopal Church by Bishop
Hobart, and was for four years an assistant
minister in Trinity church, New York. In 1824
he was appointed Professor of Rhetoric and |
Belles Lettres in the new Washington, now Tri-
nity, College, Hartford, Ct. In 1828 he went to
Boston as assistant minister of Trinity church, of
which he became rector in 1830. In 1829 he was
married to Eliza Greene Perkins. On the 31st
of October, 1832, he was consecrated Bishop of
New Jersey, and the next year became rector of
St. Mary's Church at Burlington.

At this beautiful town on the banks of the Delaware Bishop Doane, in addition to the more immediate duties of his diocese, has devoted himself to the cause of education, in connexion with two institutions known as St. Mary's Hall and Burlington College. The former, commenced in 1837, is a female seminary: the latter is an incorporated institution for the usual purposes of education, and was commenced in 1846.

In 1841 Bishop Doane visited England at the request of the Rev. Dr. Hook to preach the sermon at the consecration of the new parish church at Leeds,--the first instance of an American bishop preaching in an English pulpit under the new act authorizing the admission of the transatlantic clergy.

The literary productions of Dr. Doane have been numerous, though mostly confined to sermons and charges, and church periodical literature. He has edited the Missionary, a monthly religious newspaper and journal of his diocese. In 1842 a volume of his sermons was published by the Rivingtons in London.

He is the author of numerous short poems chiefly of a lyrical or simple devotional character, which have appeared from time to time in the journals. In 1824 he published a volume of his early poetical writings entitled Songs by the Way, chiefly decotional; with Translations and Imitations. Several of them have been included in the collection of hymns in use in the Protestant Epi-copal Church. The translations are of Latin hymns, from the Italian of Metastasio, and from the odes of Horace. Hs has also edited Keble's Christian Year, introducing additions from Croswell and others, and a Selection from the Sermons and Poetical Remains of the Rev. Benjamin Davis Winslow, his assistant in St. Mary's Church.

In all these, and in the prose writings of Bishop Doane, there is an elegant taste, evidence of good English scholarship, and spirited expression. His pulpit style is marked by brevity and energy; witnessing to an activity of mind which has characterized his numerous labors in his diocese and in the cause of education. The latter have not been without financial difficulties, through which Bishop Doane has struggled, with success to the cause in which he has been

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engaged, though with no improvement to his pecuniary fortunes.

ON A VERY OLD WEDDING-RING.

The Device-Two hearts united.

The Motto-Dear love of mine, my heart is thine.

I like that ring-that ancient ring,
Of massive form, and virgin gold,
As firm, as free from base alloy,
As were the sterling hearts of old.
I like it-for it wafts me back,
Far, far along the stream of time,
To other men, and other days,
The men and days of deeds sublime.
But most I like it, as it tells

The tale of well-requited love;
How youthful fondness persevered,
And youthful faith disdained to rove—
How warmly he his suit preferred,
Though she, unpitying, long denied,
Till, softened and subdued, at last,

He won his fair and blooming bride.-
How, till the appointed day arrived,

They blamed the lazy-footed hours-
How then, the white-robed maiden train,
Strewed their glad way with freshest flowers-
And how, before the holy man,

They stood, in all their youthful pride,
And spoke those words, and vowed those vows,
Which bind the husband to his bride:
All this it tells;-the plighted troth-
The gift of every earthly thing-

The hand in hand--the heart in heart-
For this I like that ancient ring.

I like its old and quaint device;

"Two blended hearts"-though time may wear
them,

No mortal change, no mortal chance,
"Till death," shall e'er in sunder tear them.
Year after year, 'neath sun and storm,

Their hopes in heav'n, their trust in God,
In changeless, heartfelt, holy love,

These two the world's rough pathways trod.
Age might impair their youthful fires,
Their strength might fail, 'mid life's bleak weather,
Still, hand in hand, they travelled on-

Kind souls! they slumber now together.
I like its simple poesy too:
"Mine own dear love, this heart is thine!"
Thine, when the dark storm howls along,

As when the cloudless sunbeams shine.
"This heart is thine, mine own dear love!"
Thine, and thine only, and for ever;
Thine, till the springs of life shall fail,
Thine, till the cords of life shall sever.
Remnant of days departed long,
Emblem of plighted troth unbroken,
Pledge of devoted faithfulness,

Of heartfelt, holy love, the token:
What varied feelings round it cling!-
For these I like that ancient ring.

EVENING.

"Let my prayer be-as the evening sacrifice."
Softly now the light of day

Fades upon my sight away;
Free from care, from labor free,
LORD, I would commune with Thee!
THOU, whose all-pervading eye
Naught escapes, without, within,
Pardon each infirmity,

Open fault, and secret sin.

Soon for me, the light of day

Shall for ever pass away;
Then, from sin and sorrow free,

Take me, LORD, to dwell with Thee!

Thou who sinless, yet hast known
All of man's infirmity;
Then, from Thy eternal throne,
JESUS, look with pitying eye.

CALEB CUSHING.

CALEB CUSHING, the son of Captain John N. Cushing, an eminent shipowner of Salisbury, Massachusetts, was born at that place January 7, 1800. He was fitted for College at the Public School, and graduated at Harvard with the honors of the salutatory oration, at the early age of seventeen. He delivered a poem before the Phi Beta Kappa Society in 1819, and an oration on the durability of the Federal Union, on taking his degree of Master of Arts. In 1819 he was appointed a tutor at Harvard, an office which he filled until July, 1821. In 1822 he commenced

the practice of the law, in 1825 was elected to the House of Representatives, and the next year to the Senate of the State. In the same year he published a History of Newburyport, and a treatise on The Practical Principles of Political Economy. In 1821 he married a daughter of Judge Wilde of Boston. In 1826 he was an unsuccessful candidate for election to the Federal House of Representatives. He passed the years from 1829 to 1832 in foreign travel, and on his return published two small volumes of tales and sketches entitled Reminiscences of Spain-the Country, its People, History, and Monuments, and a Review, Historical and Political, of the late Revolution in France, and the Consequent Events in Belgium, Poland, Great Britain, and other parts of Europe

-also in two volumes. In 1833 and 1834, Mr. Cushing was again elected by the town of Newburyport to the State Legislature, where his speech on the currency and public deposits attracted great favor.

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In 1835 he was elected to Congress, and remained a member of the House of Representatives until 1843. In 1836 he delivered an eloquent vindication of the New England character in reply to an onslaught by Benjamin Hardin, of Kentucky. He was an active member in the debates and business of the House. In 1840 he wrote a popular campaign Life of General Harrison. He afterwards supported the administration of President Tyler, by whom he was appointed, in 1843, Commissioner to China for the negotiation of a commercial treaty. He sailed in July in the steam-frigate Missouri. The vessel was burnt on the twenty-second of August, while off Gibraltar, and the minister proceeded by the overland route to his destination. A treaty was negotiated and signed July 3, 1844. He returned home by way of the Pacific and Mexico.

In 1846 Mr. Cushing was elected to the Legislature, and the next year was an unsuccessful candidate for the governorship of his State. He advocated an appropriation of twenty thousand dollars

for the benefit of the Massachusetts volunteers in the Mexican war, but without success. He was elected colonel by these volunteers, and accompanied them to Mexico, where he was appointed a brigadier-general, and took part in the battle of Buena Vista. He was afterwards, at his request, transferred to the army of General Scott, under whom he served during the remainder of the war.

On his return, in 1849, he was again elected to the State Legislature. He was chosen in 1851 the first mayor of Newburyport, and in 1852 was appointed Attorney-General of the United States by President Pierce.

Mr. Cushing is the author of several addresses delivered on various anniversary occasions, and has contributed a number of articles to the North American Review.* Activity and energy have characterized his course whether in or out of office. An epigrammatic epitaph by Miss Hannah F. Gould, and the reply of Mr. Cushing, illustrate the character and the ready talent of the man:

Lay aside all ye dead,
For in the next bed
Reposes the body of Cushing,
He has crowded his way
Through the world, they say,
And, even though dead, will be pushing.

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THEODORE, the eldest son of Theodore Sedgwick, one of the judges of the Supreme Court of Massachusetts, was born in Sheffield, Berkshire, Mass., on the last day of the year 1781. He passed his boyhood at Stockbridge, where his father removed in 1788, completed his literary studies at Yale College in 1799, studied law in the office of Peter Van Schaack in Kinderhook, New York, and commenced practice in Albany in partnership with Harmanus Bleecker, afterwards the representative of the United States at the Hague. In 1808 he married Miss Susan Ridley, a granddaughter of Governor Livingston. He rapidly failing, retired from practice in 1822 to the estate rose to eminence at the bar, but, finding his health

Oration at Newburyport, July 4, 1832.

Oration, July 4, 1883, for the American Colonization Society. Address before the American Institute of Instruction, 1884. Eulogy on Lafayette, delivered at Dover, N. H., 1834. Popular Eloquence, an Address before the Literary Societies of Amherst College, Aug. 23, 1836.

Progress of America, an Oration delivered at Springfield, Mass., July 4, 1889.

Oration on the Errors of Popular Reformers, delivered before the Phi Beta Kappa Society at Cambridge, 1889. Articles on Americus Vespuccius, Boccaccio, and Columbus, North Am. Review, xii. 418; xix. 68: xxi. 898. + Loring's Boston Orators, pp. 518–524.

left by his father, who died in 1813, at Stock- | beyond the limits of such publications, she was bridge.

In 1824 he was elected a member of the state house of representatives, and was again chosen in 1825 and 1827. He was twice nominated for Congress, but failed of his election owing to the minority of his party. He was an active politician though not a violent partisan, and expressed himself with clearness and decision on all the great questions and issues of the day. He took much interest in agriculture, and was twice president of the Berkshire Agricultural Society.

In 1836 Mr. Sedgwick published the first part of a work entitled Public and Private Economy. In this he traces the history of property and poverty, and the means to acquire the one and avoid the other, in a clear and interesting manner, showing the absolute necessity to a community of a spirit of thrift, economy, and industry-and of a safe system of currency and credit, based upon actual values, for the successful prosecution of its business relations. In 1838 and 1839 Mr. Sedgwick enlarged his work by the addition of a second and third part, principally devoted to an account of his observations in England and France during a tour in the summer of 1836. The condition of the masses in these countries, the extravagance of government, and the lack of provision for cheap conveniences or essentials of social life, are the chief topics discussed.

On the 6th of November, 1839, Mr. Sedgwick, who had just completed an address at a political meeting at Pittsfield prior to the state election, was seized by a fit of apoplexy which soon after caused his death.

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induced by the solicitations of her friends to extend it to the size of a novel. Its success warranted their anticipations, and induced the writer to continue in the career so auspiciously commenced. In 1827 she published Redwood, a novel of the ordinary two-volume length. Hope Leslie, or Early Times in America, a novel of the same size, followed in the same year; Clarence, a Tale of our Own Times, in 1830; Le Bossu, in 1832; and the Linwoods, or Sixty Years Since in America, in 1835. A collection of shorter tales, published by her in various magazines, appeared in the same year.

In 1836 she published The Poor Rich Man and the Rich Poor Man, a popular tale, designed to show the superior advantages for happiness of a life of cheerful labor and domestic content in a comparatively humble sphere, over one of extravagance and makeshift in a more prominent position. The success of this soon led to the publication, in 1838, of a story of a similar character, Live and Let Live; and a delightful volume of juvenile tales, A Love Token for Children, which was followed by Stories for Young Persons. Means and Ends, or Self-Training, an attractive and sensible little volume of advice to young ladies on education and the formation of character, appeared about the same time.

In 1840 Miss Sedgwick published Letters from Abroad to Kindred at Home, in two volumes; a pleasant, sketchy account of some of the places she had seen, and the people she had met, during a recent tour in Europe.

Miss Sedgwick has contributed to the Lady's Book, Milton Harvey, A Huguenot Family, Scenes from Life in Town, Fanny McDermot, and other tales. She has also written for other periodicals.

Miss Sedgwick's life has been principally passed in the place of her birth, where she still resides. Stockbridge is one of the most beautiful villages of Berkshire, but its wide-spread celebrity is to be ascribed far more to the reputation which Miss Sedgwick's descriptions and works have given it, than to its great natural advantages.

The best trait of Miss Sedgwick's writings is the amiable home-sentiment which runs through them: her pen is always intent to improve life and cultivate its refinements; but besides this practical trait she has cultivated the imaginative element in American fiction with success. Indian character in Hope Leslie is identified in the local feeling with the streams and mountain scenery of the region in which the author resides.

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THEODORE SEDGWICK, a nephew of Miss Sedgwick, and a lawyer of the city of New York, is the author of a carefully prepared Life of William Livingston of New Jersey, published in 1833; of an elaborate work, A Treatise on the Measure of Damages, or an Inquiry into the Principles which govern the Amount of Compensation recovered in Suits-at-Law; and of numerous articles on social, literary, and political topics in the periodicals of the day. In 1840 he prepared a collection of the Political Writings of William Leggett.

Mr. Sedgwick was the first president of the New York Crystal Palace Company.

THE RESCUE OF EVERELL BY MAGAWISCA-FROM HOPE LESLIE.

Magawisca, in the urgency of a necessity that could brook no delay, had forgotten, or regarded as useless, the sleeping potion she had infused into the Mohawk's draught; she now saw the powerful agent was at work for her, and with that quickness of apprehension that made the operations of her mind as rapid as the impulses of instinct, she perceived that every emotion she excited but hindered the effect of the potion. Suddenly seeming to relinquish all purpose and hope of escape, she threw herself on a mat, and hid her face, burning with agonizing impatience, in her mantle. There we must leave her, and join that fearful company who were gathered together to witness what they believed to be the execution of exact and necessary justice.

Seated around their sacrifice-rock-their holy of holies-they listened to the sad story of the Pequod chief with dejected countenances and downcast eyes, save when an involuntary glance turned on Everell, who stood awaiting his fate, cruelly aggravated by every moment's delay, with a quiet dignity and calm resignation that would have become a hero or a saint. Surrounded by this dark cloud of savages, his fair countenance kindled by holy inspiration, he looked scarcely like a creature of earth.

There might have been among the spectators some who felt the silent appeal of the helpless, courageous boy; some whose hearts moved them to interpose to save the selected victim; but they were restrained by their interpretation of natural justice, as controlling to them as our artificial codes of laws to us.

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Others, of a more cruel or more irritable disposition, when the Pequod described his wrongs and depicted his sufferings, brandished their tomahawks, and would have hurled them at the boy; but the chief said, Nay, brothers, the work is mine; he dies by my hand-for my first-bora-life for life; he dies by a single stroke, for thus was my boy cut off. The blood of sachems is in his veins. He has the skin, but not the soul of that mixed race, whose gratitude is like that vanishing mist," and he pointed to the vapor that was melting from the mountain tops into the transparent ether; " and their promises like this," and he snapped a dead branch from the pine beside which he stoo 1, and broke it in fragments. "Boy as he is, he fought for his mother as the eagle fights for its young. I watched him in the mountain-path, when the blood gushed from his torn feet; not a word from his smooth lip betrayed his pain."

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Mononotto embellished his victim with praises, as the ancients wreathed theirs with flowers. He brandished his hatchet over Everell's head, and cried exultingly, "See, he flinches not. Thus stood my boy when they flashed their sabres before his eyes and bade him betray his father. Brothers: My people have told me I bore a woman's heart towards the enemy. Ye shall see. I will pour out this English boy's blood to the last drop, and give his flesh and bones to the dogs and wolves."

He then motioned to Everell to prostrate himself on the rock, his face downward. In this position the boy would not see the descending stroke. Even at this moment of dire vengeance the instincts of a merciful nature asserted their rights.

Everell sank calmly on his knees, not to supplicate life, but to commend his soul to God. He clasped his hands together. He did not-he could not speak; his soul was

Rapt in still communion, that transcends
The imperfect offices of prayer.

At this moment a sunbeam penetrated the trees

that inclosed the area, and fell athwart his brow and hair, kindling it with an almost supernatural brightness. To the savages, this was a token that the victim was accepted, and they sent forth a shout that rent the air. Everell bent forward and pressed his forehead to the rock. The chief raised the deadly weapon, when Magawisca, springing from the precipitous side of the rock, screamed "Forbear!" and interposed her arm. It was too late. The blow was levelled-force and direction given; the stroke, aimed at Everell's neck, severed his defender's arm, and left him unharmed. The lopped, quivering member dropped over the precipice. Mononotto staggered and fell senseless, and all the savages, uttering horrible yells, rushed towards the fatal spot.

"Stand back!" cried Magawisca. "I have bought his life with my own. Fly, Everell-nay, speak not, but fly-thither-to the east!" she cried, more vehemently.

Everell's faculties were paralysed by a rapid succession of violent emotions. He was conscious only of a feeling of mingled gratitude and admiration for his preserver. He stood motionless, gazing on her. "I die in vain, then," she cried, in an accent of such despair that he was roused. He threw his arms around her, and pressed her to his heart as he would a sister that had redeemed his life with her own, and then, tearing himself from her, he disappeared. No one offered to follow him. The voice of nature rose from every art, and, responding to the justice of Magawisca's claim, bade him "God speed!" To all it seemed that his deliverance had been achieved by a miraculous aid. All-the dullest and coldestpaid involuntary homage to the heroic girl, as if she were a superior being, guided and upheld by supernatural power.

Everything short of a miracle she had achieved. The moment the opiate dulled the senses of her keeper, she escaped from the hut; and aware that, if she attempted to penetrate to her father through the semicircular line of spectators that enclosed him, she would be repulsed, and probably borne off the ground, she had taken the desperate resolution of mounting the rock where only her approach would be unperceived. She did not stop to ask herself if it were possible; but, impelled by a determined spirit, or rather, we would believe, by that inspiration that teaches the bird its unknown path, and leads the goat, with its young, safely over the mountain crags, she ascended the rock. There were crevices in it, but they seemed scarcely sufficient to support the eagle with his grappling talon; and twigs issuing from the fissures, but so slender that they waved like a blade of grass under the weight of the young birds that made a nest on them; and yet, such is the power of love, stronger than death, that with these inadequate helps Magawisca scaled the rock and achieved her generous purpose.

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and the whole body is guided and governed by "elder brothers" and "elder sisters," whose "gifts" of superior wisdom, knowledge, or cunning, obtain for them these titles, and secure to them their rights and immunities. There are gradations of rank, or, as they choose to designate their distinctions, of “privilege” among them; but none are exempt from the equitable law of their religious commuity, which requires each individual to "labor with his hands according to his strength."

A village is divided into lots of various dimensions. Each inclosure contains a family, whose members are clothed from one storehouse, fed at the same board, and perform their domestic worship together. In the centre of the inclosure is a large building, which contains their eating-room and kitchen, their sleeping apartments, and two large rooms, connected by folding-doors, where they receive their visitors, and assemble for their evening religious service. All their mechanical and manual labors, distinct from the housewifery (a profane term in this application), are performed in offices at a convenient distance from the main dwelling, and within the inclosure. In these offices may be heard, from the rising to the setting of the sun, the cheerful sounds of voluntary industry-sounds as significant to the moral sense, as the smith's stroke upon his anvil to the musical ear. One edifice is erected over a cold perennial stream, and devoted to the various operations of the dairy-from another proceed the sounds of the heavy loom and the flying shuttle, and the buzz of the swift wheels. In one apartment is a group of sisters, selected chiefly from the old and feeble, but among whom were also some of the young and tasteful, weaving the delicate basketanother is devoted to the dress-makers (a class that obtains even among Shaking Quakers), who are employed in fashioning, after a uniform model, the striped cotton for summer wear, or the sad-colored winter russet; here is the patient teacher, and there the ingenious manufacturer; and wherever labor is performed, there are many valuable contrivances by which toil is lightened and success insured.

The villages of Lebanon* and Hancock have been visited by foreigners and strangers from all parts of our Union; if they are displeased or disgusted by some of the absurdities of the Shaker faith, and by their singular worship, none have withheld their admiration from the results of their industry, ingenuity, order, frugality, and temperance. The perfection of these virtues among them may, perhaps, be traced with propriety to the founder of their sect, who united practical wisdom with the wildest fanaticism, and who proved that she understood the intricate machine of the human mind, when she declared that temporal prosperity was the indication and would be the reward of spiritual fidelity.

The prosperity of the society's agriculture is a beautiful illustration of the philosophical remark, that "to temperance every day is bright, and every hour propitious to diligence." Their skilful cultivation preserves them from many of the disasters that fall like a curse upon the slovenly husbandry of the farmers in their vicinity. Their gardens always flourish in spite of late frosts and early frostsblasts and mildew ravage their neighbors' fields without invading their territory-the mischievous daisy, that spreads its starry mantle over the rich meadows of the "world's people," does not presume to lift its yellow head in their green fields-and even the Canada thistle, that bristled little warrior, armed at all points, that comes in from the north,

The village at Lebanon is distinguished as the United Societies' centre of union.

extirpating in its march, like the hordes of barbarous invaders, all the fair fruits of civilization, is not permitted to intrude upon their grounds.

It is sufficiently manifest that this felicity is the natural consequence and appropriate reward of their skill, vigilance, and unwearied toil; but they be lieve it to be a spiritual blessing-an assurance of peculiar favor, like that which exempted the Israelites from the seven Egyptian plagues-an accomplishment of the promise that every one

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hath forsaken houses, or brethreu, or sisters, or father, or mother, or wife, or children, or lands, for my name's sake, shall receive a hundred fold.”

The sisters, too, have their peculiar and appropri ate blessings and exemptions. They are saved from those scourges of our land of liberty and equality, "poor help," and "no help." There are no scolding mistresses nor eye-servants among them.

It might be curious to ascertain by what magical process these felicitous sisters have expelled from their thrifty housewifery that busy, mischievous principle of all evil in the domestic economy of the "world's people," known in all its Protean shapes by the 1 ame of "bad luck;" the modern successor of Robin Goodfellow, with all the spite, but without the genius of that frolic-loving little spirit,

he who

Frights the maidens of the villagery,

Skins milk, and sometimes labors in the quern,
And bootless makes the breathless housewife churn,
And sometimes makes the drink to bear no barm.

How much broken china, spoiled batches of bread, ruined tempers, and other common domestic disasters might be avoided by the discovery of this secret; what tribes of mice, ants, flies, and other household demons, might be driven from their strongholds! Perhaps those provoking solvers of mysteries, who are so fond of finding out the son of the thing," that they are daily circumscribing within most barren and inconvenient limits the dominion of the imagination, will pretend to have found the clue to this mystery in the exact order and elaborate neatness of the sisterhood.

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The sisters themselves, certainly, hint at a sublime cause of their success, when in reply to a strar ger's involuntary admiration of their stainless walls, polished floors, snow-white linen, and all the detail of their precise arrangement and ornamental neatness, they say, with the utmost gravity, "God is the God of order, not of confusion." The most sigual triumph of the society is in the discipline of the children. Of these there are many amoi g them; a few are received together with their "believing" parents; in some instances orphans, and even orphan families are adopted; and many are brought to the society by parents, who, either from the despair of poverty or the carelessness of vice, choose to commit their offspring to the guardianship of the Shakers. Now that the first fervors of enthusiasm are abated, and conversions have become rare, the adoption of children is a substantial aid to the continuance and preservation of the society. These little born rebels, natural enemies to the social compact, lose in their hands their prescriptive right to uproar and misrule, and soon become as silent, as formal, and as orderly as their elders.

We hope we shall not be suspected of speaking the language of panegyric rather than justice, if we add that the hospitalities of these people are never refused to the weary wayworn traveller, nor their alms to the needy; and that their faith (however absurd and indefensible its peculiarities) is tempered by some generous and enlightened principles, which those who had rather learn than scoff would do well to adopt. In short, those who know them well,

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