Portland gazette and Maine advertiser. (Portland, Me.) 1805-1818, 1809-07-03
JIntfrestiirg Political pissrllany.

A writer in the Providence N. IL Gazette,
underline signature Of e" DIoN," address
ing his lelloW-citizens of New-EDgland,
on Tire recent alarming situation of our
Couuir,, closes production which would
honor the pen of a BURKE, IN the follow
ing beautiful and descriptive paragraphs.
Tie speaks in a atriot-scothing voice,
and warns his Counirymen to 6czua,e ct
| Napoleonsm, that devastating French III
9aence which has delused kingdoms IN
! blood. --Inpatial Observer.
TO what but to mysterious and
unjust foreign influence can you atrib-
ute the connection which your govern
ment has endeavored to form with
France Is it required by justice /?
Justice to Napoleon Profane not the
sacred name of Justice by the idea
There is justice in Heayen.-Beware,
lest il descend III unerring bolts upon
the guilty nation which impiously as
sists the destroyer of mankipd.
Will YOU say, that an alliance with
Napoleon will produce some important
and lasting advantages to this nation
Deludrd men Cast your thoughts "a
cross the wide Atlantic, and traverse in
idea the continent of Europe. Who is
she, that, in the gloomy mantle OF woe,
advances towards you with mournful
pace, and iixes on you hopeless eye
of misery? Her name Is SwITzER-
LAND--Once, with exultation, she
bound the cap OF liberty upon her
brows, and looked abroad with coun-
teaance that diilused the joys Of indie
pendence Profusion every where met
her footsteps, and the blessing of Heav-
ems peace encircled and protected her.
!. Now, her face is darkened with sorrow,
and her tears fall cold upon her bosom.
She leads you to Mount Blanc's arlal
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 flooded with the blood
of her sons. Doyon ask, what fell de-
stroyer has produced this scene of hor-
ror Her eye is fixed upon Napoleon,
while with an impressive voice she
warns YOU to be7vare.
Who is this that rises from the sea
with vacant and unmeaning counte-
nance, and casts about hen look of
senseless despair 1t is HOLLAND
Worn down and despaired by the gall
ing chains of her oppressors, the flush
Of sensibility has left her cheek, and
She has forgotten TO feel. Her free
dom was procured by a struggle of
thirty years, and, during the revolu-
tons of nearly two hundred summers,
she prsservedit with enthusiastic love.
Her cities raised their lofty spires from
the midst Of the Ocean, aud echoed
with the sounds Of industry while the
wealth of distant nations floated upon
the bosom Of her seas. But she joined
her hand u the profIered hand of dis
sembllng tyrant, and that moment was
slave. DO you demand, who has i'm
pove,isi ed her cites, plundered her
fields, dishonored her matrons, and
| drawn forth her youth to ambitious
wars, from which there is no return
| The question has reused her from in
sensibility. She points to Napoleon,
and wildly calls to you, 6espare-
"Who is it that advances with troub-
| led and unequal steps, h-r hair scatter
ed by the wind, and her eye shooting
the horrors of remorse9 1t is Prussia.
! Actuated by hopes of reward, and fear
ing the tyrant's power, she yielded him
a guilty assistance. Her sufIerings
DOW requite her baseness, and prove to
the world that there is no faith among
the unjust. Let the miseries she en-
dures from her oppressor, and from
her stings of conscience, solemnly warn
you to 6e1vdre
Who is she that stands with an air
of intrepidity, in one hand brandishing
spear, in the other waving banner!
On her head is the helmet oil war, and
| lightning is in her eyes it is SPAIN.
In a moment of peace, while reposing
in confidence upon the security Of an
alliapce, she has discovered, in her fire.
tended friend, her BETRAyER. As one
strung by an unheeded serpent, she has
started with Indignation at the insult,
nd thrown resistance into hen sinews,
Blood flows around her, and she sees
her cities sacked by mereiless sold,e-
ry. She points 70 the bodies OF her
! heroes, that strtw her plains and com.
maids You 10 5f;gere !