Bro. J. H. Allen, of Auburn N. Y., sends us the following strange communication. It is not strange when we reflect that there are hundreds of similar import being received all over the land. We give it a place, and our readers may judge for themselves of its merits and truth. We shall speak on this subject more fully hereafter. Of the medium, the wife of Bro. A., we have the assurance of a highly respected person, and, therefore, feel no cause for doubt of their sincerity in regard to the communication.—Spir. Universe.
“There is a storm gathering o’er the American soil, and the peaceful inhabitants will soon be disturbed again by the roar of cannon; and officers who will be aroused to avenge their country’s cause, will soon again be seen sweeping o’er the field of death, shouting through their hoarse trumpets, “Onward, boys! Onward to victory or to death!” It is time for brother Americans to look into the affairs of state, in order to crush the first appearance of the outbreak, and kill the worm in the shell, that was begotten by the Pope, and is hatching by the Erins on your warm, genial soil, which will soon rise and crow from their dunghills.
Ye have driven the inhabitants of the forest to the uttermost parts of the globe. Ye have cut down the forest that gave them homes; and fields and gardens bloom on the spot, and houses rich and fair, stands upon the shores of your beautiful Lakes and Rivers, whose waters wend their way so peacefully to the great ocean: and you have taken to your bosoms the whining vipers of another nation. Ye have fed them with your food, clothed them with your clothing, and warmed by your own fireside, and to pay you for your sympathy and philanthropy for them, a poor, starved, and beggarly race, they will turn and rend you, to obey the orders received from their priests before they landed upon your beautiful shores, where your forefathers spilled their blood that you and generations after you might repose upon freedom’s ground. We who have been in the legislature, and on the field of battle, whose voice has been heard above the cannon’s roar, we, who have been instrumental in hushing the tumults of war, escaped therefrom unscathed, and died at home in our own beds, surrounded by those who loved us—are now returning to the earth-sphere again to warn our brother Americans to look well to their arms! Ethan Allen.