The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1834-11-26

9th 1884.
From the Boston Daily Rcforincr.
"They say the Working Men are. not qualified to
make Laws--are not fit to Lcgisiat&
The laboring man has been down trodden in the
dust of ignorance and depreciation, for centuries
and yet he is blamed, and scorned because he has
not the eloqucnce of Cicero or the wisdom of a
Solomon 1t has been tauntingly asked, of the For
mers' by those who live upon their sweat, their
Huge Paws upon the Statute, what can they do ?
WHAT Ask Bunker II--inquire on Saratoga's
plain. What can they do! Pennington and York.
Town, Lundy's Lane and New Orleans can tell
What can they do Look for AN answer in our
laughing vallies and smiling fields waving in the u,
bundance of their Joy. Who makes the wilderness
to blossom1 Who causes the myrtle and fir-tree
to spring up instead 1 the brar, the weed, and the
thorn? Who makes the harvest smile where once
the thistle prew?
Who scattered in days gone by, chains and fet-
ters, like chat in the summer thrcshing floor ?-Who
is neither to be soothed by the timid, nor awed by
the bold? The Farmer--the furrow turner's of
our proud and happy land. Let them show those
ndolent drones who abuse them, they know their
rights, and knowing dare maintain them
Who builds our cties--who raises our towers of
trength--who Inoulds the classic dome, and digs
earths teeming caves Who causes our sails to
whten in every breeze, who guards the social HEARTH
and preserves cities peacel Who pierces track
less wilderness and breaks the deserts silence with
indusiry's busy huml Who fight our battles g? who
threw off yrants foot, that fell upou this grooming
land with giants tread Who risked their homes,
their ALL at Freedoms shrine, aud broke oppression
bonds The Workingmcn of America--thosc who
are now considered fit only to be hewers Of wood
and drawers of wafer. They will awake from out
their dream like apathy-thcy will stand erect in
embarrassed pride. They will yet teach the purse
proud ordng of ths and other lands, that they be-
long not to "A brood of slaves. Thinks the world
Thai they are bondmen serfs, vassals the supple
tools of hcartless task masters God forbid.
! Awake ! arouse /! man to man, shoulder to shoul-
der our fathers fought and conquered Rise, then
The day of emancipation has dawned, that stamps
our iae--let it be freedom tomb. Let the down
rodden for generations, resolve to free themselves
from an odious vassaage of grinding power. Shall
the bright hopes that are dawning upon the world,
be doomed to disappointment Will yc see this
glorious morning passing by, strike one single
blow for equal rights! VIII We stand i'm idleness
and sloth while others struggle with heart and hand
Your enemies, they who fatten upon your toll and
sweat, say you dare not act in oepen day-who is
there that will not hurI back this taunt with indig-
nation is there that fears to tread the broad
path of truth and right! Is there one who will not
raise arm to cleanse our land from expressions
stain
The sovereign pcople--thc kings by right divine,
voice has gone forth mountain, field, and river
it rings from hill to hill from shore to shore-it
calls on every man. who prizes the true glory of the
land, to unite in opposing the unrghteous machln-
atons of power and designing cratt-and prevent
the downfall of the proudest land ever visited by
truth and the light of heaven.
Freedoms spirit never perish, whilst spnrl
oftruth remains in the unclaimed mind. Edic,s
scourges and dungeons, fail to annihatc her. Sh
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full of stars rcsplendent with consultations of igh
blazing through the long night of ignorance and sla
very.
! The atmosphere of your town is rife with patriot
ism. Who can inhae its spirit-stirring brcezcs
where eloquence flows in rushing streams withou
determining to live free or die Who can gaze up
on Bunkers height, consccrated in an age of g'or,
baptized in blood and tears, and not swear tha
never again shall the scorpion folds of tyrant'
flag, float above your social hearth stone! Nht
can look back TO the perilous days of the American
Revolution, when the heart Oft the bravcst began Il
quail, when the faces of our fathers gathered pale
ness aud tie bosom ofthe mother palpitated witt
fear when sounds of guilt, and sights of gore
when the shrek of the maiden, and the yell of tn
savage, curdled the heart, and trozc the VEINS VIII
c, gaze upon the former of force and strife
where ncw stand the ministers of peace by our
Happy homes and aliars free,
without determining to io off the limbs of the dead
ly Upas that is stretching its u;..seemly prancho
far and widc-drippng mildew and pest,.ence upo
: our holy records. Who will not grasp the nCtu
tirmly-who will not from their bosoms the vi
per whose imgs are the engines of death
The mighty minds that rnlcd the battle houl
have left successors who dare to initiate their nobl
deeds. The Workngmcn-thc main pillars of thi
I mighty empire, the sinews of this Republic, wi
hardly stand with folded arms and see their deare
} rights down trodden in the dust
Then let the storm come-lct the flood of ars,c
cratic corruption beat against our Temples dome
let the gust ofimpotent party malice assail its wal
If the Workngmen are but true TO themselves, Il
noble structure will stand until the last beams oftl
las, setting sun, shall ,rembe upon the watch owe
:, of time.