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of Charleston in South Carolina, and remained on parole until the end of the war.
In the early part of his service he was aid-de-camp to Major General Stevens, whom he shortly after left, “ to follow to the field a warlike lord.” La Fayette was then a popular chief; his youth -his gallantry-his rank-his foreign lineage, and his zeal for the republican cause, threw an air of romance about his achievements which rendered him the favourite hero of every circle. He was the mirror in which old men advised the youthful champions of that day to shape their manners. Invited into his family in the capacity of aid-de-camp, colonel Neville became the bosom friend and companion in arms of the gallant Frenchman. He remained with him three years, sharing with him the toils of war, the triumphs of victory, and the gratitude of emancipated thousands. Community of danger, and similarity of taste, produced an ardent friendship between these young soldiers, which was not damped by separation, nor cooled by the shadows of old age. La Fayette, after spending the morning of his life in deeds of virtuous daring, retired to his native country, to devote its evening to philosophic repose; Neville remained on the busy scene, but an intimate correspondence was kept up between them until the death of the latter.
At the close of the revolutionary war, general Neville married the daughter of the celebrated general Daniel Morgan; and removed to Pittsburg, where he spent many years in affluence and happiness, such as rewarded the labours of but few of the veteran founders of our republic. Here he was elected to the General Assembly; once, it is believed, by an unanimous voice, and always by such overwhelming majorities, as sufficiently showed his unbounded and merited popularity. He continued to represent the county of Alleghany, until his fondness for domestic life induced him to retire. He was several times nominated as a candidate for Congress, but always declined the service.
But I am inexcusable in detaining you so long, with a detail of those honours which are, or ought to be, but the ordinary rewards of merit-so true it is that in contemplating the trappings of wealth and office, we forget the merits of the wearer. The most captivating traits in the character of general Neville, are yet untoldto depict them we must pass his threshold, and observe him in that
circle of which he was the centre, soul, and life. We have seen that he was not only himself a revolutionary hero, but was the son of a gallant soldier, and the son-in-law of one of our most distinguished leaders. Imbibing thus a military spirit with his dearest associations, his whole heart was filled with chivalric ardour. Fresh from the study of Greek and Roman models, he had plunged into the horrors of a civil war, with a mind teeming and glowing with classic images of military and civic virtue—and he had the rare felicity of realizing the visions of his fancy-in Washington, Hamilton, and La Fayette, he saw Athenian elegance, combined with Spartan virtue, while Rome in the maturity of her fame, was eclipsed by the youthful vigour of American valour. These events operating on a young and ardent heart, contributed to nourish and expand a romantic loftiness of feeling, which gave a tone to the character and fortunes of the future man. He thought, felt, and acted with the pride, the enthusiasm, and the energy of a soldierbut he also acted, felt, and thought on every occasion with that benevolence which is so attractive in the character of a truly brave man, and with that courtesy which belongs exclusively to the wellbred gentleman. No man could boast more from family and fortune-yet no man ever wore his honours with more becoming gracefulness. He was a proud man—but his pride was as far above the vanity of unmeaning distinctions, as his heart was above fear, and his integrity above reproach. He was the kindest of human beings;—there were a thousand tendrils about his heart that continually entwined themselves in the little world arouud him. His fancy often roved abroad with the classic poet, and loved to linger with the heroes of other days—but his affections were always at home. No man was too great for his friendship-none too insignificant for his kindness. His understanding was strong, and highly cultivated; he was a lover and patron of the arts; elegant in his manners, and easy in his conversation.
The house of general Neville was the seat of festivity, and hospitality smiled at its portals. It was resorted to by the gentry of those days, as a temple consecrated to conviviality and intellectual enjoyment, whose shrine was always accessible, The Cerberus which modern fashion has placed at the doors of the wealthy, to snarl at indigent merit, was then unknown; nor had the heartless
ness of the bon ton contrived that ingenious system of pasteboard civilities, by means of which the courtesies of social intercourse are now so cheaply paid and received. The hospitalities of that day were substantial; and never were they dispensed with more profusion than under the roof of general Neville. Pittsburg and its vicinity were then but thinly populated, and houses of entertainment were scarce. Strangers of respectability almost always brought letters of introduction to the general, to whose house they were invited with a frankness which banished all reserve on the part of the guest. Here they remained during their stay in the country, and such was the hearty welcome they received, and the continued round of social pleasure which they enjoyed, that their visits were often delayed beyond the original limit. But it was not under his own roof alone, that this gentleman dispensed bappiness; he was the constant patron of merit, and the needy never appealed to him in vain for relief,
A man so highly gifted was not calculated to pass unnoticed through life; nor was all of his time devoted to its enjoyment. Besides the offices which he exercised, he was in other respects an active citizen; a liberal promoter of all public improvements, and a careful guardian of the rights of his fellow-citizens. He was often referred to by the federal government for local information, and was once appointed on a mission to France, but was taken ill at Boston, where he was about to embark, and obliged to decline the duty. He also, at different periods, held the offices of survey. or, county lieutenant, and paymaster general to the army of the insurrection, "These trusts he discharged with fidelity. The friendship of Washington, and of most of the conspicuous men of that day, which he had gained as a soldier, he forfeited not as a citizen.
Such was the man who was doomed in his old age to present a striking example of the instability of fortune. His notions were too princely for a private individual, and adversity was the inevitable consequence. His fine fortune dwindled under his lavish beneficence; and was perhaps more deeply injured by those wlio shared his bounty, and whom he trusted without suspicion. There was no guile in him, and he suspected it not in others. He found himself, at last, dependent in a great measure for support upon an
office which he held under the state of Pennsylvania. But even this was not left to him. It would have been inconsistent with the practice of those times to have allowed an old soldier to carry his gray hairs in peace to the grave. Party spirit had reared its gorgon head, and as merit is ever the first object of its vengeance, the revolutionary veteran had nothing to hope. * But his sun was already setting, and the twilight of his existence alone was darkened by the storm. Still it was a sad reverse:
“ The harp that once in Tara's balls,
The soul of music shed,
As if that soul was fled." Thus deprived of all but an unsullied reputation, general Neville retired to this spot, and seated himself on the land which had been earned by his revolutionary services. Here he lived in indigence, and died in obscurity. His remains were removed to Pittsburg, by the filial care of his eldest son, where they were interred with the highest military and civic honours.
I was at the burial of that gallant man. While living I never saw him--but I wept at his grave. It was a touching scene. That man, in prosperity was idolized-in adversity forsaken-in death honoured. There were those around his last earthly receptacle, whose feet had long forgotten the way to his dwelling—but there were none who remembered not his virtues. There were those who had drank of his cup--and whose hearts had smote them at that moment, could they have felt, as that sleeping warrior had felt,“ how sharper than the serpent's tooth, is man’s ingratitude." The young soldiers whose nodding plumes bent over the corpse, had been the infants who played about the good man's path, and now remembered only his gray hairs and gallant name,—there was a flush on their cheeks--but it arose from the reflection, “ that the dearest tear that Heaven sheds, is that which bedews the unburied head of a soldier."
* He was dismissed, with many other soldiers of the revolution, by Governor M'Kean.
Art XIV.-Theology explained and defended, in a Series of Ser
By i imothy Dwight, S. T. D. L. L. D., late President of Yale College. With a Memoir of the Life of the Author. In five Volumes. 8vo. Price 31. 10s. Middletown, printed : London, re-printed, 1819. From an English Journal.
AMERICA has not of late years been indebted to this country for any theological publication of greater value than these lectures of President Dwight. If that jealousy of our transatlantic brethren, which has too long manifested itself in the supercilious tone of English writers towards every thing American, were not already subsiding, this work might seem sufficient to give a check to the language of disparagement, and to compel a more respectful estimate of at least one branch of her literature. But, unfortunately, that one branch is the least likely to obtain in this country adequate attention, or to be fairly and impartially appreciated; the American divines being too closely identified, in the minds of a large class of persons, with the English Calvinistic Dissenters, to stand a fair chance of having their claims to high consideration generally recognised. A modern essayist actually ranks President Edwards among English Dissenters, being ignorant that the Author of the acutest piece of metaphysical reasoning in the language, was an American. For any thing that appears to the contrary in respect to the purity of his style and the extent of his literary information, the Author of these volumes too might pass for an Englishman. And his masterly exposition and defence of the doctrines of the Reformation, might occasion his being referred to that class of theologians who in this country are stigmatised as Calvinists or evangelical divines. The truth is, that he was a man whom any religious denomination might be proud to claim, one whom every true Christian, of whatever country or language, must delight to recognise as a brother. Such men, the Latimers and the Leightons, the Pascals and the Fenelons, the Owens and the Henrys, the Brainerds and the Martyns, the Doddridges and the Dwights, are the property of no exclusive community: they belong to the Catholic Church. And one might be allowed to apply to them the apostolic designation : they are “ the angels of the churches, and the glory of Christ.”
Timothy Dwight was born at Northampton in the county of Hampshire, state of Massachusetts, on the 14th of May, 1752. His paternal ancestors were English, but his family had been settled in Massachusetts upwards of a century. His mother was the third daughter of President Edwards; and to this excellent parent, young Dwight was indebted for the rudiments of his education, and for his early impressions of piety. She is said to have possessed uncommon powers of mind, and having been accustomed from infancy to the conversation of literary men at her father's house, was well aware of the importance of intellectual acquirements. It was a maxim with her, that children generally lose