The Enquirer

We have to apologise to Mr. Burwell for several inaccuracies, which appeared in printing his Speech in our last paper, in some of the stops and some of the expressions. On account of the absence of the Editor, many of these were not corrected before a part of the impression was worked off from the Press. We trust that the good sense of our readers is of itself sufficient to correct them.

Hymn, intended to be sung at the Episcopal Church in Richmond, on Christmas Day.

RECITATIVE.

What Streams, what floods of radiance shine,
On Bethl'em's awe-Struck plains!
See ! in yon cloud, what forms divine !
Hark! what exalted strains!
Glad tidings of a Saviour's birth,
Cherubic Heralds bring;
God's highest glory--peace on earth;
A host of Seraphs sing.

CHORUS.

O joy inspiring these sublime!
Let nature learn the welcome lay,
And thro' all worlds, in ev'ry clime,
Proclaim redemption's natal day

DUET.

The prince of peace, so long foretold,
In David's city reigns;
And at his beauteous feet, behold,
In adamantine chains,
The monster Sin ; and tyrant death;
Their fell dominions fail;
His ruthless shaft, her baleful breath,
Shall never more prevail.--CHORUS.

DUET.

With pity glistening in his eye,
The infant King of Kings,
Thro' man's abode, bids Mercy fly,
With healing in her wings ;
With arms outstretch'd from pole to pole,
From Indus to the west,
Embracing each believing soul,
* And giving--endless rest.--CHORUS

December 10, 1805.