The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1818-12-09


t'rsn the Phisdrtpis Demssrane frss..
We have been ve,y y much srarifed bv read
ing (" The 6aekvooasman," Poem. by J. X.
Paulding, just published in this city. The
s'oy, the scenery, and historicsi illsstrstions
CT sne Poem, are altogether american The
sentiments glow wi,nt the fire Of arden, feel.
ing and genuine patriotism. II we'll deserves
70 be purchased add send by every Anle erican,
who has the heart, and soul and pride, which
ought TO aPper,ain 10 mis- character and coun.
Try. IL will however, be bstter to quote than
tS praise II. NJ.
The tmposent attack made In Congress
~ CN.. zaItms6ge, of Come ec,icui, on the
Integrity and patriotism Of Pauld.ng, Will
Hams and Van Wsrt, will long live in The
memories Of the American public The
ssnsattons excited Ut The time called forth
many champion to defend the honor aud
character Of those worthy Americans and
snsfe were not . tow who poured ihe full
tide Of indignation against their sccuser.
IN describing tho passage of The Back
woedsrnan' down The Mudson, the P.er takes
occasion 10 notice the occurrences 10 which
we here aIloded, and in tcrsss 90 forcible,
IaM and strong, as cannot fail TO make deep
fnpressiou, II would be we'll if our Teach.
ors were 10 select such passages for their
Pupiis 10 commi, to memory
6eneath Ito frowning brow and far below,
The Watering waves, Unliesrd, were seen 10 few
Eound West Points rude and adam inc base,
That cali to mind old AasoLp's deep disgrace,
AsDaE's hard fate, 'amented, thonsh iesery'd,
And men, who from their duy never sverv'd--
Ihe iiosEsr THRag--tbe pride ot yeofnen bold,
Who sav'd the county which ,tey might have sod
Refuse tho profET'd brtr. aud, sterniy tru-,
Did what the man hat doubs then. ne'cr would do.
Yes II The scroll of neyer-dying fame.
Shall lsll the truth, twill hear each iowiy n,me;
And while he wcetched man, Who yaniy tred
40 wound Iieir honor, and bis Conn'rys pride,
$han 'oouider in he dire fom whence he csme,
Forgot, or only recollecled 70 his shame
Qu"ed shah be these gallant homes, men
by naoy warriors voice, and Poets pen,
20 wake the sleeping spirit Of the land.
And nerve With energy the pstriot band
In tl,s following quotation he P5ei sdver's
20 the late war with C.tet B'isto, md IN
good set terms holds up TO pubic ds,tslat'pn
shose Americans who did no do their duy
lie felt the truth Of wha, he was wri',Dg enc
be has 80 writes il that il will be felt as i
ought BY eve ~ nan who reads it.
The Eagle and the Lion now at strife,
Siak'd In the bloody struggle lie for life,
On and our country bed at every pore.
At va ,he palm of victory she bcres
un land, one bastard earn'd q load OF shame.
Al sea, train OF glorious amps Of fame
Netrev'd their eountry's honor. blow by blow,
And laid thousand years Of cory low.
, nere, in the south, band OF plsrd'rcrs ragged.
Thers. yelling fcnds infernal warfare wag'd.
And people doubt even TO This distant day,
Whch bore the palm Of cruelty away;
Pity. that balms he wrst,h's sorest lot,
One never knew--the other had forgot
Could mens whose eyes fret saw the blessed day,
IN this good land, at home like women stay.
Tre,d conscience 10 escape the coming fight.
And skulk behind some vile Nenccs ut nH,O
There have been auch--obliv,on shield their name,
Better forgot, their stoly ana their shame
Who wound not battle hravely, heart and hand.
IN any cause, for this dear buxom land;
o. never may The hcsrtles rec cuat know
The Joys from conscious rectrude that dow
Nor, ever, for one hestiny moment proves
Man's dear respect, or ~oman's dearer love,
Ne'er may he hold high, converse with the brave,
nutiivc with slaves, aud be himseIra slave;
Ne'er may he know the sober waking bliss,
Ofliv,ng in ffeeman's home like this, l'and,
The poor mans long. sought. new found, promisd
Where generous Plenty, with lavish hand,
Pays honest Labor, from her boandsess store,
And each day m ,kes him richer than before.
Ne'er may the bastard know such bidng place,
Nor such country stain with deep disgra.;
bat piuc on Ahjcct Afro's scorching sand,
0r bsnshd To old Europe's do,ard land,
sOroveI beneath some toueting tyrant's throncs
Nor dsro to call bis worthless soul his own
Os live Mt home to'know fate still worse,
The gen'r souls most bitter biting curse
sEive In his native cline wretch sbhorr'd. Gs
sAnd dead his name descend IN black record
A ireebom slave. whs woud not lifl his hand
~ sUccor his own suffering native ianG