American watchman and Delaware advertiser. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1822-1828, 1825-07-22
[NGTON, Del. FRIDAY, JULY %, 1925.

and now they padded the light along your
rocky shores. Here they warred the echoing
whooP, the bloody grapple, the defying death song,
all were here and when the tiger strife was over,
here curled the smoke Of peace. Here, too, they
worshipped; and from many dark bosom went up
pure prayer to the Great Spirit. He had not
written His laws for them on tables of stone, but
He had traced them on the tables Of their hearts.
The poor child of nature knew not the God of
revelation, but the God Of the Universe he ac-
knowedged in every thing around. He beheld him
in the star that sunk in beauty behind the lonely
dwelling, in the sacred orb that famed on him from
his midday throne in the flower that snapped in
the morning breeze in the lofty pine, that defied
thousand whirlwnds in the tmd warbler, that
never left its native grove, in the fearless eagle,
whose untired pinon wet in clouds; in the
worm that crawed at his foot, and in his own match
less form, glowing with spark of that light, to
whose mysterious source he bent, in humble, though
blind alteration.
"And all this has passed away. Across the
ocean came pilgrim bark, bearing the seeds Of
life and death. The former sown for you
the latter sprang up in the path Of the simple ma
tive. Two hundred years have changed the char
acter of great continent, and blotted forever from
\ its face whole, peculiar people. Art has usurped
the bowers Of nature, and the anointed children OF
education have been too powerful for the tribes OF
the ignorant. Here and there, stricken few remain
but how unlike their bold, untamed unlameable
progenitors The Indian, of falcon glance. and
lion bearing, the theme of the touching ballad, the
hero of the pathetic tale, is gone and his degrad
ed offspring crawl upon the soil where he walked
in majesty, to remind as how miserable is man,
when the foot of the conqueror is on his neck.
| las a race, they have withered from the land.
Their arrows are broken their springs dried up,
their cabins are in the dust. Their council fire has
long since gone out on the shore, and their war-cry
is fast dying to the unrodden west. Slowly and
sadly they climb the distant mountains, and read
their doom in the setting sun.-Ihey are shrinking
before the mighty tide which is pressing them away
they must soon hear the roar OF the last wave,
which will settle over them forever. Ages hence,
the inqusitive white man, as he stands by some
growing city, will ponder on the structure OF their
disturbed remains, and wonder to what manner OF
person they belonged-They will live only in the
songs and chronicles of their extermnators Let
these be faithful 10 their rude virtues men. and
pay due tribute to their unhappy fate people.
ITO the PIous, who in this desert region built
city of refuge, little less than to the BRAVE, who
round that city reared an impregnsble wall oil safety
we owe the blessings o! this day. 10 enjoy, and 10
perpetuae religious freedom, the sacred herald oil
civil liberty, they deserted their native land where
the foul spirit OF persecution was up IN its Jury
and where mercy had long wept at the enormtes
perpetrated in the abused names OF Jehovah and
found in the bible. and lamentaby indeed, did they
fulfil the command. With "Thus saith the Lord,
the engines of cruelty set in motion, and many
martyr spirit, like the ascending prophet from
Jordan's bank, escaped in fire to heaven.
at was in this night OF time, when the incubus
of bigory sat heavy on the human soul:--
When and croser ruled coward world,
And mental darkness DER the nations curled-
When, wrapt in sleep, earth's torpid children lay,
Rugged their vile chains, and dreamed their age away,
o Twas then, by faith mpelled, by freedom fired,
, BY hope supposted, and by God inspned,--
- Twas then the Pilgrims left their fathers graves,
To seek HOME beyond the waste of waves,
{ And when it rose. all rough and wintry HERE,
They sweed devotons song and dropped deVoons tear
5, "Can we sufficiently admire the irmness of thi
c little brotherhood, thus sefbanished from thei
country? Unkind and cruel, it true, but still
" their country? There they were born, and there
where the lamp OF life was lighted, they had hopet
e it would go out. There fathers hand had led them
u mothers smile had warmed them. There wer
the haunts Of their boyish days, their knsok, thei
o friends, their recollections, their all. Yet all wa
left even while their heartstrings bled at the part
: ing, all left and stormy sea, savage waste
!, and fearful destiny, were recommendations HEA
q VEN, and for Your
II "Far distant be the day, when it must be said o
d this country that it has no parties, for it must
also said, if any one be bold enough to say it, tina
ir it has no liberties. Let hawk eyed jealousy be for
ever on the alert TO watch the footsteps of power
Let it be courteous in language, but stern and I'm
ID bending in principle. Whoever he may be, where
" ever he may be, that would strike at the people
L. rights let him hear the peoples voice, proclamin
e. that Whom it will. it set up, and whom it will
can set down.. Fear not patty zeal, it is the sal
ID of your existence. There are no parties under
" despotism. There, man fingers round ballot
Of box no man drinks the poison of licentious press
;" no man plots treason at debating society; no mat
distracts his head about the sclence OF government
to All there is calm, unruftled sea EVEN dead Sc