The Rhode-Island Republican. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1809-1841, 1835-12-09
KING PHILIP.

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Deerield, in commemoration of the battle tough
there in Philips war Sept. Is, 1875.
Such was the fate of Philip, which immedia
tey followed by IA termination Of the war, III ever
quarter, except the eastern frontier ii was n wa
of exterminatIon between his followers and tb
whites happy, if the kindred tribes had learne
wisdom from the fatal lesson. Thus fell king Phil
ip The ground, On which we stand is wet wit
the blood, which flowed beneath the tomahawk @
his young men and the darkness of night in thes
peaceful wales often lighted up, in days of yore
by the flames of burning villages kinded by hi
ruthless warriors. But that blood has sunk no
E rgotten, but forgiven, into the ground. Havo
aud dismay no longer stalk through these happ,
fields land meet to day to perform the simpl
and affecting rites of Recommendation over the grave
of the gallant victims of the struggle, let drop
com passionate tear also for these the benightel
children Of the forest,-the orphans Of Providence
whose cruelties have long since been expiated by
their fate 1t could not be expected of Them, to en-.
ter into the high counses of heaven Ii was not fol
them, dark and uninstructed even in the wisdom OF
man,-to comprehend the great design of Provi'
dence, of which their wilderness the appointed
theatre. 1t may well have exceeded their sagacity
AS il battles ours, ,.ihat this benign work should
often have moved forward through pathways drip
ping with blood. Yes the savage fought relent-
less war; but he fought for his native land, for the
mound that covered the bones of his parents, he
fought for his squaw and pappoose no, will not
detraud them of the sacred names which our hearts
understand he fought for his wife and children.
He would not have been savage, he would have
been thing, for which language has no name
for which neither human nor brute existence has IA
PARALLEL he had not fought for them. Why,
the very wild cat the WOLF will spring at the throat
of the hunter, that enters his den; the bear, the
catamount, will fight for his hollow tree The In
dian man a degraded ignorant savage, but
human creaiure,-aye, and he had tie feelings OF
man.-President Ma,her, in relating the encoun-
ter of the lst of August, 1876, the last but of
the war, says Phillip hardly escaped with his life
also. lie had fled and left his pe0ge behind him,
also his squaw and his son were taken captive, and
prisoners at Plymouth. Thus has God
brought that grand enemy into great misery, before
he qnite destroys him. 1t must need be bitter ms
death to him. to lose bis wife aud only son, (or In
dinns marvellous fond and afiectionate towards
their children besides other relations and almost
all his subjects, and country also"
And what was the fate of Philips wife and his
SON This is n tale for husbands and wives, fol
parents and children. Young men and women
you cannot understand it. What was the fate OF
Philips wife and child She was a woman, he a
lad. They did not surely hang them. No, that
would have been mercy. The boy is the grand son,
his mother the daughter in law of good old Mas
sasor, the first and the best friend the English ever
had in New England. Perhaps, perhaps, now
Phi ip is slain and his warriors scattered The four
winds, they will allow his wife and son to 90 back
the widow and the orphan,-to finish their days
and sorrows their native wilderness. They were
sold into slavery West Indian slavery Indian
princess and her child, sold from the cool breezes
of Mount Hope, from tho wild freedom of New En-
gland forest, to gasp under the blazing of the
tropics "Bitter as death )" aye, bitter as hell
Is there any thing, do not say in the range of bu
manly; is there any thing animated, that would
not struggle against thsl Is there I do no, say a
man, who has ever looked in the face of his sleep
ing child-a woman,
that has given suck and knows
How tender It's to love the babe that mlls her;
is there dumb beast, brute creature, a thing of
earth or of air. the lowest in creation so il be not
wholly devoid Of that mysterious instinct which
binds the generations Of beings together, that will
not the arms, which nature has given it if you
modest the spot where its 1edglings nestle, where
its cubs crying for their meail
Then of the country, for which the Indians
fought Who can blame them. As Philip looked
down from his seat on Mount Hope, that glorious
eminence that
-Throne of royal state which far
Out shines the weald, Of Ormus ofInd.
Or whore the gorgeous east, which richest hand !
Showers on her kingsbarbarc pomp and gold,
As he looked down and bebeld the lovely scene
which spread beneath, at summer sunset the
Instant hill tops blazing with god the slantIng
,eams streaming along the waters, the broad plains
be island groups the majestic forests could he be
blamed, if his heart burned within him as he beleld
all passing by no tardy process from beneath his
control into the hands Of tie stranger As the riy-
n cheftaips, the lords of the waterfalls and the
Mountains, ranged this lovely valley, can it be won
ered if they behed with bitterness the the forest
disappearing beneath the settlers axe the fishing
lace disturbed by his saw mills
Can we not fancy the feelings with which some
trong minded savage, the chief of the Pocemtuck
indians, who should have ascended the summit of
he sugar loaf mountain (rising as it does before US