Elizabeth-Town gazette. [volume] (Elizabeth-Town, N.J.) 1818-1821, 1820-11-07

alized to crime ouicasts from credulity /;
they have seen from their infancy their
court hagnio; their very churches
scenes Of daily assassination their faith
is form; their marriage ceremony mere
mask for the most jncestuous intercourse !;
gold is the God before which they pros
trate every impulse OF their nature. A
auai sacra flames! quid non mortalia pee
tora cogis!'' The once indignant exciana-
ton Of their antiquity, has become the
maxim Of their modern practice.
No nice extreme true Italian knows:
But, bid him go to heil-to hell he goes.
Away with them any where from rs !;
they cannot live in Eogland they will
die in the purity of its moral hemisphere
Meanwhile, during this accursed scra-
tiny, even while the legal blood hounds
were on the scent, the last dear stay
which bound her 10 the world parted, the
Princess Charlotte died! will not har-
row up fathers feelings by dwelling on
this dreadful recollection. The poet says,
that even grief finds comfort in society,
and England wept with you. But, oh,
God what must have been that hapless
mothers misery, when first the dismal
tidiDgs came upon her THE darling
child over whose cradle she had shed so
many tears; whose lightest look was
treasured 10 her memory who amid the
worlds frown, still smiled upon her; the
fair and lovely flower, which when her
orb was quenched in tears, lost not its ill
ial, its divine fidelity II was bligh,ed in
lis blossom; its verdant stem was wi'her-
ed ! and 10 foreign land she heard it,
and alone--no, no, not quite aloue. The
Myrmidons Of British hate were round
her, and When her hearts salt tears were
binding her, German Nobleman was
plundering her letters. Bethink you.
Sire, if that fair paragon of daughters
lived, would Englsnd's heart be wruns
with this enquiry Oh she would have
torn the diamonds from her brow, and
dashed each royal mockery to the earth
and rushed before the people, not in a
Monarch's but in NATURES majesty--a
child appealing for her prosecuted moth
Ell and God would bless the sight, and
man would hallow il. and every little III
FAINT 10 the land who felt a mothers warm
tear apea her cheek, wonld turn by in
stinct TO that sacred summons. Your
daughter, in her shroud, is get alive. Sire
her spirit is amongst ns-it rose nn-
tombed when her poor mother lan.ied--i,
walks amid the people--it has left the
angels TO protect parent.
The theme is sacred, and will not sully
it: will moi recapitulate the griefs, and,
verse than srieis, the little. pitiful DELHI
crate insults which are burning OH every
tongue in England. Every hope biigkted;
every friend discounienanced; her kin
bred in their grave; her declared inno-
cence made bat the herald to more cru
ell accusation; her two trials followed by
a third, a third on the same charges; her
Royal character insinnated away by Ger
man picktocks and Italian conspirators !;
her divorce sought by an extraordinary
procedure, upon grounds nnlenable before
any usual lay or ecclesiastical tribunal
her name meanIy erased from the Liturgy Il
her natural rights as mother disregard
ed, and her civil rights as Queen sought
to be exterminated! and all this-all, be-
cause she dared to touch the sacred soil
of liberty because she did not ban
ish herself, an implied adulteress Il
because she would not be bribed
into an abandonment Of herself and
of the generous country over which she
has been called TO reign, and to which
her heart is bound by the most tender
ties, and the most indelib!e obligations.
Yes, she might have lived wherever she
selected, in all the magnifcence which
boundless bribery could procure for her,
offered her by those who affect such ten
deIness for your Royal character, and
such devotion TO the honour Of your Roy
al bed. If they thought her guilty, as
they alIege, this daring offer was double
treason treason to your Majesty, whose
honour they compromised; treason 10 the
people. whose money they thus prostitut-
ed. But she spurned the Infamous temp
tation, and she was right. She was right
to front her Unsuitable accnsers; eren
we're she guilty, never was there victim
with such crying palIialions but all in
poceui, as 10 my conscience believe her
to be, not perhaps of the levilies contin-
gent on her birth, and which shall not be
into constructive crime, but oil
the cruel charge Of adultery, how for
third time produced against her. She
was right, bereft Of the court, which was
her natural residence, and all-bnoyani
with innocence as she felt, brayely 10 ling
herself uponthe wave Of the people ; that
people will protect her Britain's red
cross Is her Rag, and Brunswick's spirit
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