The Hillsborough Recorder

From the Charleston Courier.

It is a wise and generally custom in New England to set apart one day in the year for the commemoration of the divine goodness and kindness, and it is pleasing to see so great a custom gaining ground in our country. Not that in New England, or anywhere else, it requires a year for lovers our heads to convince us of the ceaseless mercies of heaven. The sublime structure of the universe—the beautiful landscape, the magnificent ocean, assailing the clouds with its foam, and nestling the little bird on its billows—the glorious sun, and moon's sweet serenity of light—these are the voice of the Almighty—why have we any thing of these, and can for a moment doubt the supreme benevolence of the Almighty! Yet although every instant be fruitful in blessings, we are inattentive and do not regard—we are ignorant and do not appreciate—we are ungrateful and do not consider—we are selfish and will not understand them. The best require to be reminded of their duty, and the thoughtless must be told of it always.

It is wise therefore, to select the season of gladness, and point to the source of good. When the husbandman reposes for the harvest is yet, and the poor go to the field to glean the sheafs, which alone so bless the widow and the fatherless—it becomes man's knowledge the reward of his toils, the blessing of his hopes, and the goodness of the Giver of all things. Thrones, piously shall his posterity, the grateful men, of his praise and his virtue....

The Almighty deserves the praise of his creatures. Their praise is worship in fraternal: xaosom. and their when no carols at the gate of heaven, he hears the poor at their glorious Maker. The sun burns in crimson dales, and the virgin starry keeps night's vigil—the minstrels of the forest circle, inside sotto, and the sea delights by repose dune, as it murmurs into sleep. Every moment of time is an era of mercy, and should not be allowed pass without an acknowledgment of gratitude.

The chief, for whom the whole creation smiles, Crown the great hymn!