Alexandria daily gazette, commercial & political. [volume] (Alexandria [Va.]) 1808-1812, 1809-06-02

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where met her footsteps, and the blessings
of Heavens peace encircled and protected
her. Now her face is darkened with sor-
row, and her tears fall cold upon her bosom:
She leads you to Mount Blanc's aerial top,
and looks upon the scenes below they are
gloomy and desolate. She directs your
view to her lakes they are tinged with red.
She points to her wales they are foated
with the blood of her sons. Do you ask,
what fell destroyer has produced this scene
of horror Her eye is fixed upon Napoleon
while with an impressive voice, she warns
got to be1uare!!
9 Who is this that rises from the sea with
a vacant and unmeaning countenance, and
casts about her a look of unmeahing despair?
1t is Holland. Worn down and dlspIrited
by the CALLING chains of her oppressors, the
flush of sensibility has left her cheek, and
she has forgotten to feel. Herfreedom was
procured by a struggle of thirty years, and
during the revolutions Of nearly two han
dred summers, she preserved 1t with en-
thusiastic love. Her cities raised their lot
tv-spires from the midst Of the ocean, and
echoed with the sounds of industry while
the wealth of distant nations hoated upon
the bosom other seas. But she joined her
hand with the profered band of a dissem.
bling tyrant, and that moment was a slave
Do you demand who has impoverished her
cities, plundered her fields, dishonored her
matrons, and drawn forth her youth to am
bilious wars, from which there is no return!
This question has reused her from lnsensl-
bility. She points to Napoleon, AMI wildly
calls to you, beware!
"Who is it that advances with troubled
and unequal steps, her hair scattered by the
wind, and her eyes shooting the horrors o.
remorse ? 1t is Prussia. Actuated by hopes
ofreward, and fearing the tyrant's power:
she yielded him a guilty assistance. Hel
sutferings now requite her baseness, and
prove to the world that there Is no faith a.
mong the unjust. Let the miseries she en-
dures from her oppressor, and from the
stings of conscience solemnly warn you to
6e7Vare.!
Who is she that stands with an air Of intre-
pidity, in one hand brandishing a spear, II
the other waving a BANNER? On her head
is the helmet Of war, and lightning is III he1
eyes? 1t is Spain. In a OF peace,
while reposing in confidence upon the secu-
rity Of an alliance, she has discovered, IN
her h..r b s,5tiE g al h-t 61n56eedcd serpent, she has IA
started with indignation at the insult, and
thrown resistance into her sinews. Blood
flows around her, and she sees her cities
sacked by amerciless soldiery. She points
to the bodies of her heroes, hat strew her
plains, and commands you to benvare!
Beyond is Italy, mourning over the sad re-
licts of her ancient glory. Her ravaged
plains, that once bIoomed in the luxuriant
pride of spontaneous p~rofusion, her pros
trate columns, her smoking temples and
her blood-stained bridges, are constantly
warning you to beuare Of Napoleon!
"My c~ountrymen, whoever and where
yer you are that have viewed with indifer-
ence the measures Of your government, and
have suffered yourselves to be carried viii
thersoever they would lead you, let the hints
/ have here offered rouse to reAection.-
From the dark circle of collected dangers
that surround her sacred head, is heard
THE VOICE OF YOUR COUNTRY.
She tells YOU, that the UNITED STRENGTH
of her sons ALONE can rescue her And she
solemnly bids you remember, that the man
who neglects to exert himself for the rescue
Of his country from destruction, differs in
20 degree OF guilt from him who fixes a
dagger in her heart"