Richmond enquirer. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1815-1867, 1817-07-18


of some veaal. bi0aied placemun; their
pillow, the cold. damp and STONY ground
their atmosphere. compound TT every
air; all which they bbF. with that forti-
tude and patience that becbine The hero
and the patriot all which they bore with
the Hope that at some future dav they
might again behold their Country robe,l
in all her loneliness.
Vain, delusive hope ! incarceration
could not glut the ven gcance OF ,cnr cru
81 masters; thirst, hunger, nor al the tor
lures that attend The exiled patriot. could
satiate your hcilish thirst for blood-it
rcmaiHed for The i<n,e 10 slaughter, and
the grave to expand It's Jaws. oh, Eng
land, when viii The measure Of thy iniQui-
t. be MP? When shalihy blood-stained
hands ne made while? When shall thy
n!!rc be crushed, and thy sceptre shat
tered But Il is the Christians creed 10
bury IN iorgetiuluess these political dis.
trusts and animosi,ies which too often
destroy The finest attributes Of The heart.
hen let us turn our eyes, for Il mo-
menf, on the comparative situation Of our
h"loYed Country, and that uiihe trans
Atlantic States. Here we have Il govern
ment en,anaiing from the people, the adj
ADMINISTRATION. of which extends TO each IL
every individual, those privileges and i'm
mnnities, so loudly called for by our bill
at rights; Republic, the only one to he
found on the whole lla biiable globe, the
only spot whereon liberty in her fight
from man, could find TO rest her feet
and to crown the delightful scene, we are
again tanned by the gale of peace. No
longer the tender matron il seen Ia kpeel
at the foot-stool of her God, and humbly
invoke hls benetliction for her only bow.
the staff and,crltch of her widowhood.-
No longer the revolutionary hero and pa
triotiS seen to remind his SON of the lau-
rels that are spread before him, and the
strife and struggle that attend the warri-
or's path. No longer are the green fields
otour Country made white withthe bones
of the slain. The hoar.e and war-Iike
trump has yielded its sound 10 the peace
ful lutte. Ii Is here the sun of Heaven
shines as warmly on the poor man as the
rich, and the gale of health breathes IFS
balsam into the cottage easement no less
sweetly and salubriously than into the
portals ofthe palace. Here the world, in
all IT'S magniiicence, appears to him one
vast theatre, richly adorned and illumi-
mated, into which he is freely admitted TO
enjoy the glorious spectacle, acknowledge
ing no superior, but the great architect
himself. lie partakes the delight with
conscious dignity, and glows with graft
tude, pleased with himself and all around
him. His heart dilates with benevolence
his countenance cheerful, his micn erect,
he reJolces In existence. God formed
him to be happy. and he becomes So
TINS fortunately unmolested by false DO
hey and oppression. Religion, law, rea-
son, nature, are his guides; virtuous indie
pendence, the sun which irradiates the
morning ofhis days, and warns its noon,
flngeS the serene evening with every vari-
ely OF colour, and on the pillows of hope
he sinks to repose i'll the bosom of Proyi-
dence.
Here, we have no Lords " dressed in a
little riefauthority" Can tliey give the
cold heart to beat again or relumine the eve
once dimmed by the shades of death 2
Accused Despots show me YOUR autIo-
riiy for taking away that which YOU ne
yer gave and cannot give-for undoing
the work of God, and cxtinguishing the
lamp of life, which was illumined with
ray from Heaven! Where is your char
ter TO privilege murder! You do the
work of Satan and your right. if any
you have, must originate from fine au-
thor of mischief and misery.--Here. the
foul stain of corruption has never soiIed
the white robe of jusiice.-Here. the reli-
gion ofan oath is still revered, and con
science holds the balance with an even
hand.-tIere the poor man bows to no o.
Their sceptre but Heaven he kneels TO
no other throne but Gods he applautls
Nc other than the man of merit; he holds
80 holy none but the good his gait liz
stately: his mien cheerful he think, he
IS happy; he knows he is free. am
pleased that it is SO; for, Often the finest
feelings, the most noble attributes oftI,e
heart, are covered with the mantle of po-
verify.
Will Won find this peace, this quiet, this
tranquility, amoug The people of Ell
gland? No-"Tis there that dcspotism
stalks with horid Strides-'tis there liber-
ty is m@wn down blythe scythe of slave
ry.-tls there want. with the long train
OF lis blghted concomitauts, seems rea-
dy to overwhelm and bury. in one pro.
miscuons ruin, all, save the Lords and
Mlnlsters.-TiScrs, Wolves, earthquakes
inundations, are all innoxious 10 man,
when compared with the foulest of Mon
siers, those CORY despOis, with the sword
In their hands. and their artillery a
round them. They rejoice in their might,
and glory IN their greatness. Blood
.,HtSi mai i'iCi paul. anu tnclT triumph
IS incomplete until death and destructi-
on stalk over the land, the harbinger of
their triumphant avaIcade-Friends, Fu-
ries, Demons of destruction. MAY the
day be near when, as Wolves have been
eXterminate,l from England, despots NAV
be cut off from the whole world and their
bloody memories loaded with the execra.
ton of every man who has a heart to feel
and tongue to utter. But their crimes
retaliate upon them with the kcCncst re-
tributlon-so true is the saving of the
great Philosopher, the oracle Of ancient
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