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New York, Saturday, September 25, 1858.
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The Alligator Lives for Another Week.
The Ladies have saved the ALLIGATOR for six days more, in which God made
the gorgeous realms of infinitude! Last week, I proclaimed that unless
advance subscribers or patriots came to the rescue of the wounded and
bleeding ALLIGATOR, he must soon expire amid the tumultuous exultations
of his proscriptive adversaries. The gentlemen responded in companies,
but the ladies in battalions, and soothed and rescued the poor ALLIGATOR
from the jaws of immediate death.[1] Without the sympathy of woman, man
soon droops, and totters, and expires. Woman is the prolific source of
all that glorifies the cottages, and mansions, and palaces of the globe.
And her benevolence ameliorates the poor, and oppressed, and
disconsolate in every region of the earth. From Eve to Mary, the mother
of Washington, the history of woman is a brilliant constellation.
Without the pure and patriotic Mary, there would have been no
Washington,—and without Washington, the Americans would have had no
country, and the oppressed of all lands no asylum of liberty and
prosperity. In the sacred bosom of her family, woman is like the queen
of night amid the pretty stars. In our infant years, she nourishes, and
shields, and cheers us in our precarious journey to maturer years. She
imparts the first kiss, and moulds the first prayer, and is prouder of
her offspring than a queen of her throne. As the child buds, and blooms,
and blossoms, and ascends the hill of moral and scholastic science, she
watches every pace with breathless solicitude. And in penury or
affluence, in bondage or freedom, in power or on the scaffold, she
clings with intense affection to the adored objects of her creation.
Every family is a dominion. The father is a king, and the mother a
queen, and the children their subjects. The same laws govern a family as
a kingdom. Judicious penalties follow disobedience, and a good mother
imbues the heart and mind of her offspring with humanity and wisdom that
govern the world. And over all presides a Being of beneficence and
ubiquity, who wields the destinies of a Universe. Woman, under God, is
the source of all that cheers and ennobles man in his weary pilgrimage
from the cradle to the grave, and to her sympathies am I greatly
indebted for my recent liberation from captivity and the partial
resurrection of my declining fortunes. God bless her, then, and in my
sacred orisons and soliloquies, on land or ocean, I will ever cherish
her with those grateful emotions that I inherited from the genial heart
of my departed mother.
Footnote 1:
If the ALLIGATOR dies, advance subscriptions will immediately be
returned to my generous patrons, with my fervent wishes for their
prosperity.
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WILLIAM MACRAE is the only person authorised to collect subscriptions
for the “_Alligator_.” And here is his likeness, that when he calls to
solicit subscribers, all may know him by a comparison of this accurate
engraving with his living face. My Office is at No. 114 Nassau street,
second story, front room, where advance subscriptions will also be most
gratefully received.