Phenix gazette. [volume] (Alexandria [D.C.]) 1825-1833, 1825-08-02

from the ocean:-when he sat down to
bless with the last token Of fathers
remembrance, the Sow, who wears his
mantle with his name,-bequeathed
him the recorded lessons of England's
best and wisest, and sealed the legacy
of love with prayer, whose full ac-
complishment we live to witness
athat the spirit Of LIBERTY might rest
upon him."
While we bring our offerings for the
mighty of our own land, shall we not
remember the chivalrous spirits of O.
Their shores, who shared with them the
hour Of weakness and wo? Pile 70 the
clouds the majestic columns of glory,
let the lips ofthose who can speak vel,
hallow each spot where the bones Of
your Bold repose; but forget not those
who with your Bold went out to battle.
Among these men of noble daring,
there was ONE, a young and gallant
stranger, who left the blushing vine
hills of his delightful France. The
people whom he came to succour, were
not his people; he knew them only in
the wicked story Of their wrongs. He
was no mercenary wretch, striving for
the spoil of the vanquished; the palace
acknowledged him for its lord, and the
valley yielded him its increase. He
was no nameless man, stalking life for
reputation; he ranked among mobiles,
and looked unawed upon kings. He
was no friendless outcast, seeking for
grave to hide his cold heart; he was
girdled by the companions of his child
hood, his kinsmen were about him, his
wife was before him.
Yet from all these he turned away,
and came. Like lofty tree, that
shakes down its green glories to bat
tie with the winter storm, he flung a.
side the trappings of place and pride,
to crusade for freedom, in freedoms
holy land. He came; but not in the
day Of successful rebellion, not when
the new risen sun Of independence had
burst the cloud of time, and careered to
its place in the heavens. He came
when darkness curtained the hills, and
the tempest was abroad in its anger;
when the plough stood still in the field
Of promise, and briars numbered the
garden of beauty; when fathers were
dying, and mothers were weeping over
them; when the wife was binding up
the gashed bosom of her husband, and
the maiden was wiping the death damp
from the brow of her lover. He came
when the brave began to fear the power
of man, and the pious to doubt the IA
vor of God.
1t was then that this ONE joined the
ranks of a revolted people. Freedoms
little phalanx babe him grateful well
come. With them he courted the bat
ties rage, with theirs his arm was lift
ed; with theirs his blood was she'd
Long and doubtful was the conflict. AT
length, kind heaven smiled on the good
cause, and the beaten invaders fed
The profane were driven from the tenn
pie Of liberty, and, at her pure shrine,
the pilgrim warrior, with his adored
CoMMANDER, knelt and worshiPPcd.-
Leaving there his offering the incense
of an interrupted spirit, he at length
rose up, and crowned with benedic-
tons, turned his happy feet towards
his long deserted home.
After nearly fifty years, that ONE has
come again Can mortal tongue tell
can mortal heart feel, the sublimity Of
that coming? Exulting millions rejoice
in it, and their loud, long, transporting
shout, like the mingling Of many
winds, rolls on, undying, to freedoms
iarthest mountains. A congregated
nation comes round 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 to
do him homage. How his full heart
labours! He views the rusting trophies
of departed days, he treads the high
places where his brethren mollder, 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 blessings those
trophies secured, for which those breth-
rem died, for which that "FATHER"
lived; and again his words are tears,
the eloquence Of gratitude and joy.
Spread forth creation like map,
bid earth's dead multitudes revive;-
and of all the pageant splendours that
ever glittered to the sun, when look his
burning eye on sight like this? OF
all the myriads that have come and
gone, what cherished minion ever ruled
an hour like this? Many have struck
the redeeming blow for their own free
dom, but who, like this man, has barred
his bosom in the cause Of strangers?
Others have lived in the love of their
own people, but who, like this man,
has drank his sweetest Gun OF wei