The Wilmingtonian, and Delaware register., 1825-07-28
Eloquent Tribute to Lala, cite.

While We bring our offerings for the
mighty Of our own land, shall We not rcmem-
Der the chivalrous spirits Of ether shores
who shared with them the hours of weakness
and wos Pile 10 the clouds til majestic col
umns OF glory, let the lips Of those who can
speak sell, hallow each spot where tht
bones OF Your Bold reposc; but forget not
those who with your Bold went out 10 bat
tie.
Among these men OF noble daring, there
was one, a young and gallant stranger, who
LETT the blushing vine-hills Of his delightful
france.-The people whom he came TO sue
cour, were not Ats people; he knew thcn
only IN the wicked story oftheir wrongs lie
was no mercenaiy wretch, striving l0r the
spoil of the vanquished, the palace acAnowl-
edged him for its lord, and the valley Weld
ing him its increase. He was 10 ndineless
man, staE.ng life for reputation; he ranked
among noblcs aud looked un4wed upon kings.
He was no frendless outcast, seeking for 4
grave to hide his cold heart; lie was Eirdled
by the companions Of his childhood, his
kinsnen We're about him, his wife was before
him.
Yet from Ill these he turned away, aDd
came. Like a lofty Tree that Shakes down
its green glories, u battle with the winter
storm, he flung aside tho trappings Of place
and pride, to crusade for freedom holy lanl
He came; but not in the day Of succrssfpl
rebellion, not when the new risen sun ii in
dependence had burst the cloud Of time, aud
careered to its place IN tae heavens. lie
came when darkness cuItalned the Hills. and
the tempest was abroad in its ANGER; when
the plough stood Still in the field OF prom
ise, and briera numbered the garden of beau
w; when fathers We're dying, and mothers
were weeping over them; when the wil, was
binding up the gashed bosom Of her husband
and the maiden was wiping the death-damp
from the brow Of her lover. lie came when
the brave began 70 fear the power Of men, and
the p'ous to doubt the favour of God
1t was then, that this 9Ne Joined the rank s
of rcvotcd people. Freedoms little pha-
lanx bade hin a grateful welcome. With
them he courtcd the battles rage, Wit, theirs
his arm was lifted; with theirs his bloodwas
hed.-Long and doubtful was tho conflict.
At length, Kind heaven smiled OH the good
cause, and the beaten invaders fled The
profane were driven from the temple Of lib
crty, and at her pure shrine, the pilgrim
warrior, with his ldortd CommQnder, knelt
and worshipped. I.cal ing there his offering,
the incense Of an mcorrupted spirit, he at
length rose up, and crowned with benedc-
tions, turned his happy feet towards his long
deserted home.
After nearly fifty years, that 9ac has come
again. Can mortai tongue tell, can morta'
heart feel, the subiimity Of that coming.
EXulting millions rejoice in it, and their loud,
long, transporting shout, like the mingling
ofmany winds, rolls on, undying, to freedom s
farthest mountains. A congregated nation
comes around him. Old men bless him, and
children reverence him, The lovely come
out to look upon him, the learned deck their
halls to greet him, the rulers Of the land
rise up 70 do him homage. How his full
heart lsboursl He views the rusting tro-
phies of departed days, he reads the high
places where his brethren moulder, he bends
before the tomb Of his "Father:"--his words
are tears; the speech of sad remembrance
But he looks round upon ransomed land
and Joyous race, he beholds the blessing,
those trophies secured, for which these
brethren died, for which that "fathe,," liv-
ed: and again his words are tears; the elo-
oquence Of gratitude and joy
| Spread forth creation like a map; biz
carth's dead multitudes revive; and of all