MISCELLANEOUS SELECTIONS,

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VOLUME IV.

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1835.

THENEW YORK PUBLILIBRARY

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SUPPLEMENT TO THE CONNECTICUT COURANT.

VOL. IV.

JANUARY 12, 1835.

THE GOOD SAMARITAN.

BY JOHN G. C. BRAINARD.

WHO bleeds in the desert, faint, naked, and torn,
Left lonely to wait for the coming of morn?
The last sigh from his breast, the last drop from his
heart,

The last tear from his eyelid, seem ready to part.
He looks to the east with a death-swimming eye,
Once more the blest beams of the morning to spy;
For pennyless, friendless, and houseless he's lying,
And he shudders to think, that in darkness he's dying.
Yon meteor!-'tis ended as soon as begun-
You gleam of the lightning! it is not the sun;
They brighten and pass-but the glory of day
Is warm while it shines, and does good on its way.
How brightly the morning breaks out from the east!
Who walks down the path to get tithes for his priest?*
It is not the Robber who plundered and fled;
Tis a Levite. He turns from the wretched his head.
Who walks in his robes from Jerusalem's halls?
Who comes to Samaria from Ilia's walls?
There is pride in his step-there is hate in his eye;
There is scorn on his lip, as he proudly walks by.
'Tis thy Priest, thou proud city, now slpendid and
fair;

A few years shall pass thee-and who shall be there?
Mount Gerizim looks on the valleys that spread
From the foot of high Ebal, to Esdrelon's head;
The torrent of Kison rolls back through the plain,
And Tabor sends out its fresh floods to that main,
Which, purpled with fishes, flows rich with the dies
That flash from their fins, and shine out from their

eyes.t

How sweet are the streams: but how purer the fountain,

That gushes and swells from Samaria's mountain!

From Gallilee's city the Cuthite comes out,
And by Jordan-wash'd Thirza, with purpose devout,
To pray at the altar of Gerizim's shrine,
And offer his incense of oil and of wine.
He follows his heart, that with eagerness longs
For Samaria's anthems, and Syria's songs.

He sees the poor Hebrew: he stops on the way.
-By the side of the wretched 'tis better to pray,
Than to visit the holiest temple that stands
In the thrice blessed places of Palestine's lands.
The oil that was meant for Mount Gerizim's ground,
Would better be pour'd on the sufferer's wound;
For no incense more sweetly, more purely can rise
From the altars of earth to the throne of the skies,
No libation more rich can be offer'd below,
Than that which is tendered to anguish and wo.

* Numbers, xviii.

D'Anville, by the way, says the fish from which the famous purple die was obtained were shell-fish: bat this is doubted.

DR. CAREY.

We have to communicate intelligence today, which will be received with general lementation, not only throughout India, but

NO. 1.

throughout the world. Dr. Carey has finished his pilgrimage on earth, having gently expired early last Monday morning. For several years past, his health has been very infirm, and his strength has gradually sunk, until the weary wheels of nature stood still from mere debility and not from mere disease. The peculiarly trying hot weather and rainy season of 1833, reduced him to such extreme weakness, that in September last he experienced a stroke of appoplexy, and, for some time after, his death was expected daily. It pleased God, however, to revive him for a little. During the last cold season, he could again take an evening and morning ride in his palanquin carriage, and spend much of the day reclining in an easy chair with a book in his hand, or conversing cheerfully with any friend that called. As however the hot weather advanced, he sunk daily into still greater debility than before: he could take no nourishment; he lay helpless and speechless on his bed, until his skin was worn off his body, and death was a merciful relief. His dearest friends could not but rejoice that his sufferings were ended, although they mourn his loss to themselves

and to mankind.

The career which Dr. Carey has run, is worthy of most honorable notice. He was a man who stood prominently forward from the mass of the several generations of men with whom he lived; and both for his priIvate and his public character he deserves to be had in lasting remembrance. He was the son of a poor inan, and entered life with a very defective education, and assigned to a business no where in high estimation, and peculiarly despised in this country; he was a shoemaker. These disadvantages, however, could not repress the energy of his mind; and it soon appeared that Divine Providence had other work for him to do, than that to which he seemed at first to have been consigned. A thirst for knowledge he manifested, in various ways, from his childhood; and, just as he was coming to manhood, it pleased God to draw his heart to Himself, which happy change in his character, increased his pursuit of instruction. To understand the Word of God was the first object of his desire; and therefore he set himself to acquire a knowledge of the ancient languages in which it