The Charlotte journal. [volume] (Charlotte, N.C.) 1835-1851, 1837-06-30
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4 Ma. EDrroR Are no, the signs OF the times
mos, porlsntous We behold ruin and dismsy
stalking from enc end Of The country to the other
We see our commefce crushed, manufactures
stopped, banks closed, while meagre poverty states
Us IN The face every step we lBke. Bat, sir. eyss
IN the midst Of these scenes Of destruction, you
sce men no call themselves patriots " hat mis-
cradle Pcrvcrson OF language actually Advocating
measures sblch have reduced 10 this dsplora-
be state. and which unless restrained Ei even
tusl!y celfsy tho low remains Of this once pFospe-
rous nation. sm surprised. SIR, and astouIshed
a. the holiness OF these daring demagogues-
creatures Nho call themselves republicans Even
sir. they have attempted 10 wresi from dear
est brihfl-h,--the night o.. independent suffrage.
These mIntons traverse the coub,ry, and BY
~ species OF misrepresentation, endcsyor 10 Sc
ddce the people from their duty 10 their couatry
and themselves. Indeed, how can sou blame
these poor siEPenny politicians when you remem-
Der that their federal head act them the example.
How must every real friend of liberty and his
country feel when he witnesses the bold, wicked
and base attempts which unprlnciped creatures
are making upon the only bulwark Of iroedom--
unbiased suffrage. Have the people no virtue, no
patriotism Must free citizens be taught their
daily by petty demagnguss Mus, independent
ireemen bes,ow their avors uPoh there fellow cIt'-
only through the medium Of Pcuitoggers and
@ould.be great men, who arroca,e 10 themselves
the monopoly Of sense, talent aud wisdom q
citizens of America ] could say how have We fal-
len. Can you sit and calmly bear the dictum of
these undetlings' ask YOU is it republican,
Are you not as free snd as noble as these buzzing
insects which infect the political atmosphere .
VIII YOU then suffer your birlhnght 10 be wrench.
I'd from you by the rude grasp of Party Re.
member the republics OF antiquity. Slow were
there FIRST advances 10 ruin, One by one, their
rights were grasped away until they found them.
selves undone, ruined and without redress. IL
matters not whether a state be nomiually repub.
lie or Arsiocracy, that the RICH Of the peo-
pie be no more. Our fathers toled, fought and
died TO transmit TO their posterity the glorious
gi1 OF Liberty-Libsriy unsullicd by the bloody
hands oftyranis But SIR. after all their toll and
sutIetincs in less than 20 years we feel the glor-
Gus structure erected upon their tcnbs lettering
beneath us, not by any deficiency in the construc-
ton. bu, By our own neglect and suplncness. The
people suffer themselves TO be made the tools TO
work their own destruction BY a party which
would not hesitate tomorrow to drag the remains
of our once proud Constitution 10 the ground could
they but rise upon its ruins. Just cast your eye
back n few short ysars-what a melancholy con-
uast. we were hsppy prosperous and glorious
nation, now bankrupt What motive under bee
ven could have induced the measures that have
been pursued, but the hopes of personal aggrsn-
dizement or the qualification of the most mag.
nani passions Of the heart Look sir, at the mise.
ry and wretchednes TO which thousands are ex-
posed. Does not your heart turn sick at the bare
mention of il See that father, for years he has
toiled amid dangers aud difficulties to place his
family in ease and independence Around his
domestic sanctuary view his afcctlonste wife and
children--see them smile with love as once more
he takes his wonted seat: they feel, they know
nothing but innocence and Joy. But hear him say.
oh my wife, my children, we are ruined, irreco,e-
rably ruined-my hard earned property mus, now
be brought to the block and you my wife and
children have now TO meet the SCOTS and scorn OF
an unfesng world With heart bursting with
tenderness and love, behold that lovely daughter
attempt TO console him, see the partner of his bo-
som weeping over him and striving to socthe his
troubled soul All |, is of no avail Suicide
thrusts him into eternity. This sir. is no erag-
gerate picture of fancy. Almost every mail briggs
the mournful account Of such tragedies. But e.
nough at present.
vERITaS.