Piney Woods planter and Amite union literary reflector. [volume] (Liberty, Miss.) 1838-1838, 1838-07-14
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Of outrage and usurpation were fomented
the seeds Of that dsafiection which was
destined in a little while to burst forth with
the fury OF the tornado, and wrest from
the King of Great Britain, the brightest
jewel that sparkled in his crown. In 1867,
Inc passage Of the bill in the British Par
lament, imposing duties on glass, paper,
painters oil, and tea, rekindled the fires
which had been temporarily smothered by
the repeal of the stamp act, in the proceed
ing year, but which now bazed forth anew
fearful, portentious gloam on
all around. The spirit of opposition now
became open and loud, and the patriotic
sentiment Of ''millIons for defence, but not
a cent for tribute,0 was heard circulated
from the mouths Of more than two millions
of injured and insulted froemcn. Meet
ings were held in every quarter, charac-
terized not by the bastard wickedness or
the mad and senseless rawlings of the mob,
but by the genius of freedom that stimu-
lated, guided and directed in the hours Of
orr country's greatest, seyerest travail.
The "Tea Party at Boston, in 1918,
set the first example of open and undis
guised resistance, which met with hear
ty and joyful response from the bosoms Of
many, whowere now ready to die martyrs
in the sacred cause Of liberty--who had
firmly resolved, sooner to die all freemen
than live all slaves. The report of the
massacre at Lexington, flew with cleo
trical rapidly across the continent, while
ten thousandavenging swords leaped from
their scabbards, and the fires kindled on
its heights were reflected back by the
peaks of the Alleghenies, and lighted up
every valley along the Atlantic, as so ma
ny beacon fires of war. Greece has her
Thermopyle, and America her Bunker's
Hill. Here, in one short hour was to be
decided the destiny of this now vast and
mighty Republic. Here were the enemy
to be met, and convinced of the valor and
iny1noiLI --....ore &c those whom tney Ia
| the insolence of their pride and arrogance
had vainIy hoped to triumph over, and
trample in the vile dust. Spirit of depar-
ted heroes, gather around-here is spec
tacle that the inhabitants ofhigh Olympus
might look down upon with wonder and
astonishment Behold! Liberty as she
views her champions, weeps and mantlos
her face beneath her golden tinted pinion,
but though few, every mans hero and
every bands a host.As they eye the proud
embattled hosts Of EnFland mara .!... He'd
lortn and descending like reapers to the
harvest of death, not cheek is seen to
blanch nor q knee to falter
"Firm, paced and slow, gallant front they
form,
| Still as the breeze, but dreadful as the storm
AS some vast ocean rock is seen
to lift its head in defiance of the tempest
and the storm, and rolls back in broken dis
order, the swelling wave that proudly
dashes against its front, so they firm and
unmoved receive the shock of contending
legions, and drive them back in precipitate
disorder and confusion. Again and again
it is done.
1.-THE combat deepens, on ye brave,
Who rush to glory or the grave
All! few shall part where many meet,
The snow shall be their winding sheet,
And every turf beneath their feet,
A soldiers sepulchre."
Here fell tho gallant and he
roc Warren, martyr in the cause of his
country. Nor did he fall alone. Ere life
has departed, pointing to the significant
notices and cheering inscriptions on the
flag Of his country, he exhorts his country
men to victory OF to death. And now,
though "gone, and forever" his spirit
seems to have infused itselfinto the bosom
of many future Warren, and lighted up
in their hearts the holy love Of country
But why linger we here? Not hero has
fallen in the battle field of his country's
fame but has had woven wreath for his
brow, and a requiem chanted for his soul
They need no proud mausoleum to perpe-
tuate their memory--they have been en-
balmed in the tears, and enshrined in the
hearts of their grateful comtrymen, and
their names have been emblazoned in inn
perishable characters of gold, on the lofty
temple which they have consecrated to
Liberty with their own blood
And now, when darkness, thick dark
ness ohscured our political horizoH--whcn
the Heavens Numbered and tho very
earth rocked, shook to its centre by polit-
ical commissions, there appeared ono who
seemed as if commissioned by Heaven TO
ride upon the whirlwind and direct the
Storm in this mighty tempest of war. II
was Washington marshalling his country's
hosts TO glorious war, and leading them
from victory TO victory through hardships
and dangers, now scaling the PERCEPTIONS
height--now tempting the deep aud rapid
river, till after eight long years the me-
morable transactions Of Yorktown put All