bor. It seems to us of infinite import- we have occasionally hinted at the imance, that one missionary at least, be portance of certain fields of missionary stationed in each of the Territories.-labor, in the portions of country through The early part of December, we visited which we have passed. We now beg Lexington and Frankfort. Each of us leave to state, a little more at large, the at Frankfort had an opportunity of observations we have made, and the preaching to a number of the members thoughts that have occurred to us, on of the Legislature, and presenting them this interesting subject. We have alreawith a view of the object of our mission. dy taken occasion to urge upon your "The 20th of December we returned notice, and the notice of your Society, to the Falls of the Ohio. We were de-a missionary circuit on the banks of the tained at that place some time, waiting Ohio, between Steubenville and Marifor a passage down the river to Natchez. etta. We still think that a very impor"January 5th. We left Louisville,tant field, and should heartily rejoice to and embarked on board a keel-boat de-see it occupied by a faithful laborer.--cending the river to Natchez. Thus In the State of Ohio, other circuits perfar the Lord has prospered us, greatly haps of equal importance, might be poinprospered us. Dear Sir, pray for us thatted out. But this has been already done God would still more abundantly suc-by Mr. Schermerhorn. (See his "Corceed our feeble exertions to extend the rect View," &c.) This State, although kingdom of his Son; and may He grant in many parts deplorably destitute of the that the dark valley of the Mississippi means of grace, is on the whole far may soon be illuminated with the light better supplied both with established of the overlasting Gospel. We lately re- preachers and missionaries, than any of ceived a letter from Mr. Hennen of New- the States or Territories west or south of Orleans. He expressed his great satis-it. With a population of about 250,000; faction that the French Testameuts were it has more than 50 Presbyterian and on their way to th that place. He remar- Congregational ministers-making an ked in his letter, that the French people average of one preacher to 5000 inhabwere frequently inquirngs for them. He tiants; while the State of Kentucky has did not apprehend that any serious op- not one Presbyterian minister to 10,000 position would be made to their circu-and the North-western Territories not lation from any quarter. Since we left one to every 20,000. Ohio is fast emerCincinnati, (Ohio,) we have followed the ging from the feeble, helpless state of inadvice contained in your letter, relative fancy. Religion is taking deep root; to presenting the object of the mission, and its branches are spreading from the where we had a convenient opportunity, river to the lake. Charitable institutions and receiving donations to aid in defray-are formed and forming in various parts; ing the expenses. The result has been such as Bible, Tract and Moral Socicfavorable. Near 300 dollars have beenties: and their salutary influence is begiven to us for this purpose. We are descending the river and expect to call at Shawancetown. We hope to arrive at Natchez by the close of the present month."

The next letter which the Committee received was the following; which was dated on the Mississippi below Nen Madrid, Jun, 20, 1815, and address ed to the Rev. Dr. Worcester.

"In our letters directed to yourself bearing date 21st of September and 7th of November last; and in one addressed to Mr. Evarts on the 12th inst. we have detailed many of the interesting events of our mission. And in these letters

ginning to be felt. But in other portions of western country it is not so. We propose, therefore, in this communication to turn your attention more particularly to them. We begin with the territories. We have travelled through them-have seen the nakedness of the land, and our eyes have affected our hearts. We have heard the cry, Come over into Macedoniu and help us.

"Indiana, notwithstanding the war, is peopling very fast. Its settlements are bursting forth on the right hand and on the left. In 1810, there were in this Territory 24,500 inhabitants;-now they are computed by the governor at 35,000,

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by others at 40, and by some at 50,000. ||rian church. But it languishes for want Its principal settlements are on the Mi-of the bread and of the water of life. ami and Whitewater,-on the Ohio (ex- Leaving the river, and proceeding a littending in some places 20 miles back) tle further west, we came to other flourand on the Wabash and White river. ishing settlements, Corydon is the preMany small neighborhoods have receiv-sent seat of government for the Territoed an addition of from 20 to 40 famil-ry. Salem, a country seat, has near it ies during the last summer. three other places where churches might "When we entered this Territory be formed. These settlements are yet there was but one Presbyterian clergy-in their infancy. It is said, however, man in it; Mr. Scott of Vincennes. He that they are able to support a minister. has valiantly maintained his post there And yet there are people here who for for six years past. He has three places five years past, have not seen the face of preaching; and although he has not of a Presbyterian clergyman. There been favored with an extensive revival; hearts have been grieved at the neglect yet his labors have been blest to the of their brethren to send them any aid. edification of his congregations. His While the Methodists have told them church consists of about 70 members.- sneeringly, you may as well join our soBetween the forks of White river, there ciety, for you never will see a preacher is also a Presbyterian congregation; in of your own denomination here. Mawhich there are about 30 communi-ny have complied with this advicecants and we have lately heard that a but some have remained steadfast.clergymen is now settled among them. When they saw us, they shed tears of In the state of Ohiq we saw the Rever- joy. In that part of the Territory that end William Robinson. He informed lies on the Wabash, there are settleus, that he expected soon to remove to ments, both above and below Vincenthe Territory and establish himself at nes, that deserve the attention of misMadison on the Ohio. It is probable,sionary bodies, particularly those above then, that there are three Presbyterian on Bussaron. An immense number of clergymen now in the Territory. But settlers have been crowding out on that what are they for the supply of so ma- frontier during the last season. ny thousands. They are obliged to have now given a brief view of the prinprovide principally for their own sup- cipal settlements in the Indianna Terport, by keeping school through the ritory. If one or two faithful missionaweek, or by manual labor. They have ries could be sent into it, to travel thro' therefore, very little time to intinerate. it, and search it out-to collect congreThe settlements on the Miami and gations and organize churches-who White-water, we did not visit; but were can tell how much good might be done? informed by missionaries, who have oc-They might become the fathers of the casionally labored there, that they afford churches there. Thousands would rise promising fields of usefulness. Proba-up hereafter and call them blessed. bly congregations might be formed there. Places of preaching, where con considerable numbers of people would assemble, might be established, with short intervals, from Lawrenceburgh, near the mouth of the Miami, to Jeffer sonville, on the falls of the Obio. In the vicinity of the Falls, are two other flour ishing little villages, Clarkstown and New Albany It is of high importance that the standard of the truth should be immediately planted here ;-for these places, or some of them, must soon become rich and populous towns. At Clarkestown, there is a small Presbyte

To be Continued.

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Died, at Raymond, (.N..H.) on the 3d of July last, Miss Fanny Mc Clure, aged 31 years. While very young she became a member of the church, and uniformly supShe had the good of the cause of Christ ported the character of a real Christian.near her heart, even to the day of her death; and bequeathed $200 to the Congregational Society in Raymond, for the support of the Gospel, which was about two thirds of all the worldly property that she possessed. This was a noble act of Christian benevolence, and ought to be told as a memorial of her.

To the following Poem, written by Mr. Wm. T. Dwight, of New Haven, Con.) the premium of fifteen dollars was adjudged, as being the best piece of Poelry published in Vol. 10, Panoplist 1814.

BUCHANAN.

Several years since, it was reported, and believed, that the Rev. Dr. Buchanan intended vising the Holy Land. The following lines were written in consequence of that belief.

WHENCE Comes yon bark that plows the wat'ry plain
A lonely wanderer on the trackless main?
There sails a hallow'd ship from Britain's isle,
By angels led, and cheer'd by heaven's own smile ;
And there Buchanan quits his native strand,

And points his course to Palestina's land.

Late came the sacred sage from India's shores,
Climes of the morn, where worshipped Ganges pours.
What object there engag'd his constant care,
Ask'd every toil, and call'd his ceaseless prayer?
To burst the chain, that bound the Hindoo's mind,
The soul to wake in Pagan sleep confi'd;
Realms lost in night to warm the genial day,
And light to heav'n with truth's immortal ray.

To Juggernaut, (where frantic myriads raise,
Screams of wild joy, and yells of senseless praise,)
He trod the path of death, and woe, and gloom;
The porch of hell, a nation's boundless tomb.
There maddening crowds the bloody demon hail,
And howl their transports to the echoing gale;
Orissa's fields are there th'unmeasur'd grave;
The mangled corpse there choke the mantling wave;
O'er the wide champaign gorg'd hyenas roam;
And sin and death, exulting, find a home.

There thou hast seen the Inquisition's fire ;
The victim fetter'd for the lustral pyre;

Heard the shrill shriek, the groan of pale despair,
The yell of anguish on the wearied air.
There 'twas a sin to doubt, a crime t'inquire,
And saints arose from Persecution's fire:
There martyr'd virtue fed th' assassin's steel,
Glutted the axe,—or gasp'd upon the wheel.
Yet, follower of thy GOD, lament no more;
The shriek, the groan, have startled Albion's shore:
Fierce on the fiends, see! sternest ruin frowns;
Echoing the crash, the eastern shore resounds.
Hark! 'tis the shout of joy that myriads raise;
And through the expanse is heard all India's praise.
Thence to sad Judah's sons was bent thy way;
Reft from their kindred tribes of orient day;
The lorn remains of proud Assyrian power,
From joy exil'd on India's distant shore ;
Unknown, unknowing, outcasts from mankind,
They wait their country's morn, to woe resign'd.
But now the theme again awakes thy lyre;
For them thy bosom burns with hallow'd fire;
Now, through the Central Wave to Israel's land
Points thy bright track from Britain's rocky strand.

The same pure passion now exalts thy mind;
The recreant soul with virtue's bond, to bind ;
To bid the outcast leap at Jesus' name,

;

To glow with love, and feel an angel's flame,
To bid that darken'd race their throne resume,
And joy inspire the breast, and truth illume.
Low art thou fall'n, once beauty of the morn!
No more the smiles of peace thy land adorn,
No more a Hebrew monarch fills thy throne;
Nor trembling realms thy proud dominion own
But, stretch'd in dust, thy sacred glory lies
Stern on thy ruin'd temple frown'd the skies;
Around thy walls the Crescent sheds its gloom;
And mosques arise o'er blest Messiah's tomb.
Where Jordan once refresh'd thy verdant vales,
And drank the fragrance of thy spicy gales;
Through dreary wastes he rolls his sullen wave,
While nought disturbs the stillness of the grave;
O'er thy bleak desarts wide distruction reigns,
And fearful horror shadows all thy plains.

O sacred Salem! daughter of the skies!
Unseen, forgot, thy ancient glory dies.
O lov'd of heav'n! o'er fairest regions fair!
The pride of Asia! plung'd in deep despair.
I mourn thy fall, I weep thy splendors gone;
Yet still I hail thee beauty of the dawn.

On distant shores, thy sons thy misery mourn;
Fall'n from the skies, from peerless greatness torn;
They weep for joys long past, to come no more;
And breathe their sighs where western oceans roar;
Or in thy mould'ring walls to bondage giv’n,
They sink beneath the angry frown of heav'n.
There, crouching 'mid the waning Crescent's gloom,
They mourn around their unknown Saviour's tomb;
Still look for Bethlehem's star, whose morning ray,
Herald of joy, precedes unchanging day.

But lo! Buchanan on thy strand appears
To cheer thy furrow'd brow, and wipe thy tears;
To spread the sacred word thy tribes among,
To bid the song of heaven employ thy tongue,
The rescued wanderer to his Father come,

And call the prodigal, repenting, home.

Though scorn assail,-thoubg rancor blast thy name, Though sin and sorrow tell the world thy shame, Yet hush thy murinurs; soon the desart smiles; Thy glory shines, and breaks on distant isles. He that announc'd Messiah's birth, again Points to thy clust'ring tribes their native plain; Again the sun of peace thy land illumes; No more a waste, thy field with Eden blooms; And lo! the Warrior-Angel o'er them flies, The cloud descends where hostile myriads rise; The fiery pillar points their destin'd way; And soon o'er Zion bursts millennial day. Go then, thou saint, 'gainst every foe contend;

Pursue thy path; complete thy destin'd end;
Hear from yon countless throng the burst of praise.
For thee the strain of grateful joy they raise.
"Thou, thou hast freed the captive wretch from pain;
Cheer'd the desponding heart to peace again,
The Hindoo brought where holy pleasures rise,
And led the trembling Pagan to the skies."

With thine compared, how poor the Warrior's fame,
Though climes applaud, and ages shout his name ;
His praise is mingled with the echoing groan :
And devastation claims the chief her own;
In fields of gore his rising glories bloom;
Beneath his trophies yawns th' insatiate tomb,
But thou hast felt, a purer, holier flame;
And the poor heathen leaps to hear thy name;
For thou hast raised to heav'n the darkling mind,
While o'er thy path celestial glory shin'd.

Compar'd with thine, how poor the poet's praise,
Who bids th' applauding world his glory raise.
Though genius lights him with immortal ray,
Though fairy forms around his fancy play,
Though he o'ertakes the sun-beam in its flight,
And the moon traces borne on silver light;
For him though beauty springs with fairer bloom,
And fresher, sweeter, breathes the gales perfume;
Yet the bright scenes are all illusion there :
No lasting radiance makes the rainbow fair.

How poor the joys that Learning's sons inspire,
Though multitudes her valued stores admire ;
With thine compar'd what meed can Science claim.
The sun that lights the sage's deathless name,
Though by her eye we view the comet roll,
And count the stars that circle either pole ;
Though Nature's book its countless stores unfolds;
And heav'n's own work th' unfetter'd mind beholds &
Yet, here no virtue shines, nor GoD appears;
In mis'ry's helpless hour no angel cheers;
Nor saints invite, nor seraphs bid them rise,
On faith's strong wing, to bliss beyond the skies.
Go, then, thou saint! haste, haste to Syria's wilds;
On thy blest work th' Eternal Spirit smiles.
With faith, with transport, run thy blest career;
Bid the lorn Jews Immanuel's Gospel hear,
Proclaim the sacred word their tribes around,
And make each plain JEHOVAH'S name resound.