But the inviting voice of Georgia did not sound only in the ancient feudatories of Germany. It echoed among the castled crags and highland glens of Scotland, and the Gaelic mountaineer paused in the chase to listen to its winning tones. Nor did he listen in vain. Beneath his industry the wilderness smiled in the gladness of habitable life, and the town of New Inverness (now Darien) started up at his bidding. When hostilities began with Spain, it was a highland band which marched to the walls of St. Augustine, and exhibited almost superhuman prowess at the surprise of Fort Moosa; and when, in turn, the same foes invaded Georgia, it was then, also, a highland regiment, which repelled their chosen troops at the memorable battle of bloody Marsh, and whose valor rescued both Georgia and Carolina from impending destruction. How appropriate, then, that the representatives of Scotia's sons, whose Claymores saved Georgia a century since, and whose McIntoshes and Stewarts were gallantly conspicuous in the revolution, should gather with us this day, marshaled under the banner of their patron saint, to recount the deeds of their countrymen and ours.

Attracted by the dazzling descriptions of Georgia, large emigrations from Ireland hastened to the spot, which, in the language of Waller, had been portrayed as "kept by heaven uncurst, to show how all things were created first;" and settled the villages of Highgate and Queensborough. But waving the ties which thus early associated Georgia and Ireland, and confining ourselves to the period of the revolution, let us behold, there, the strong links which bound us to each other. Shall I speak of Colonel John Dooley, the terror of the tories, who was inhumanly butchered by a party of them in the bosom of his family for his bold partisanship in the cause of America? of the well-known Paddy Carr, who himself had killed over a hundred of the enemy, notching his rifle for every victim of his aim, and who, on being complimented on his conduct, replied, that "he would have deserved the merit, but for his heart, which nature had made too tender and compassionate for a soldier?" Shall I recall the memory of Sergeant Jasper, whose name is but a synonyme of bravery, and who fell gloriously at the siege of Savannah ? Or shall I narrate the marvellous exploit of Colonel John White, who, with only four companions, and by a stratagem surpassing even the legends of chivalry, captured at Sun

bury, five British vessels; one mounting fourteen guns, the others four guns each, containing one hundred and eleven soldiers, forty seamen, and one hundred and thirty stand of arms? These, gentlemen of the Hibernian Society, were all Irishmen, the generous sons of the shamrock-isle, who nobly devoted themselves to the cause of the colonies, and shed their blood in its defence.

Nor are there ties wanting to unite us with the worthy fraternity of Free and Accepted Masons. He who founded Georgia instituted the first Lodge within its borders. Its brethren have been among the most illustrious of her sons. Its spirit has saved the life of many a patriot from the torture of the savage. Its symbols, like a rainbow of mercy, have betokened the covenant of peace even amidst the rudest scenes of war; and the foes and the freemen have met under its arch in security, and separated friends. Yea, more, gentlemen, that sacred volume which is borne with reverence before you, is the gift of Oglethorpe. Precious relic of your founder! holy memorial of his friendship! Long may it be cherished by you as a thrice hallowed treasure; hallowed, as the revelation of Jehovah; hallowed, as the corner-stone of your institution; and hallowed, as the gift of him who erected on this spot the first colony which charity ever founded for the poor, the distressed, and the persecuted.

The retired sphere in which woman moves, affords but few incidents to engage the pen of the historian. There are periods, however, which call forth the strong characteristics of her mind; which draw her from the restricted orbit of domestic life and elicit those sublime traits of fortitude, courage and firmness, which make us acknowledge her superiority and her worth. Such a period was the American revolution when the fortunes of the colonist were shrouded in gloom, and a night of despair at the failure of so many schemes, was gathering its blackness around them, then it was, that they developed those sterling attributes of patriotism and self-devotion which made even the "raven down of darkness smile." It was a woman who gave to the patriots of Boston the first intimation they ever had of the approaching hostilities of the 19th of April, 1775. It was a woman whose vigilance saved the army of Washington at Valley Forge, and throughout the seven long years of that struggle,

there were no higher instances of patriotism exhibited than by those who had sent their fathers, their husbands, their brothers, their sons to the battle field, and waited in their desolate dwelling the sound of every footstep, lest it should bring the intelligence of sorrow and bereavement. You, daughters of America, who enjoy the broad sunlight of liberty, little know the painful watchings, the pinching want, the dismal wretchedness, the anguished bosoms, and the breaking hearts of the heroines of the revolution. In this province, owing to their proximity to the Indian territory, their sufferings were peculiarly severe. Their husbands were butchered by their sides; their dwellings committed to the flames; the scalps of their sons strung around their necks; their babes torn from their arms to be dashed against the stones; exposed to every insult and brutality; the price of blood upon their heads without, and famine staring at them from their hearths within. Such was the price which many a wife and mother and daughter paid for your freedom. The record of their trials no pen can write, the worth of their struggles no mind can conceive. Silent and unseen to mortal eye, their prayers craved blessings on their country's arms, and their charities ministered to the suffering soldiery. They were clad by the garments of their needles; fed by the provisions which their jewels purchased; cheered by the encomium of their smiles; led to victory under banners which their hands wrought; and, to their coöperation should be ascribed an eminent degree of that glory which encircles the name of "Time's last and noblest offspring."

This day completes one hundred and eight years since Oglethorpe, with his little company, ascended in a few periaguas the Savannah, and landed on this bluff. They came, but a handful of men, in feebleness and insecurity; they pitched their large tent under the overshadowing pines, and guarded by a few soldiers from Carolina, and the warriors of Tomo Chichi, composed themselves to their first slumber on the soil of Georgia. A century has passed; and she who was then almost a century behind the other colonies, has now a proud eminence among her sister States, enjoying a large domain, a teeming population, a productive agriculture, a lucrative commerce, a flourishing literature, a noble scheme of internal improvement, and sharing largely those blessings of civil and religious liberty, which she so largely contributed

to secure.

We are now reaping the fruits of the labors of our fathers; the struggle is over-the conquest has been achieved the noble inheritance of freedom is ours. Let us not separate this day without gathering from the past some lesson of wisdom, which we can carry forward to the future. When the son of Ulysses, in that beautiful fiction of Fenelon, arrived at manhood, his guardian Mentor, throwing aside his veil of flesh, and revealing to him his celestial form, said to him, "I have guided you through rocks and quicksands, through the ensanguined battle, and the various calamities incident to the human species. I have taught you, through forcible experience, the good and the bad maxims, by which government may be carried on; it is now time that you should be free. Love your fellow-creatures; endeavor to renew the golden age; avoid effeminacy, profuseness, and ostentation. Let simplicity be your best ornament; on virtue and your own just actions, rest your chief security." Practise these directions, fellow-citizens, and "pure liberty, peace, delightful abundance and unsullied glory shall ever attend you."

A

NEW VOYAGE TO GEORGIA.

BY

A YOUNG GENTLEMAN.

GIVING AN ACCOUNT OF HIS TRAVELS TO SOUTH CAROLINA, AND PART OF NORTH CAROLINA.

TO WHICH IS ADDED,

A CURIOUS ACCOUNT OF THE INDIANS,

BY AN HONORABLE PERSON.

AND

A POEM TO JAMES OGLETHORPE, ESQ., ON HIS ARRIVAL FROM GEORGIA.

THE SECOND EDITION.

LONDON: PRINTED FOR J. WILFORD, AT THE THREE FLOWER DE LUCES, BEHIND THE CHAPTER-HOUSE, IN ST. PAUL'S

CHURCHYARD, 1737.

(Price One Shilling.)