The pilot and transcript. [volume] (Baltimore, Md.) 1840-1841, 1840-05-22
COMMUNICATIONS.
iron THE PILOT.
THE VOICE OF A FREEMAN.

THE VOICE OF A FREEMAN.
Men of the Union, you who are descend
ants of those who in the days that tried mems
souls" finehed not from their duty; the spi-
rt of '76, which lead them on 10 victory, yet
burns in your boSomS, then away-then away
and sweep with tornado strength the Vandals
who are sitting, like an incubus, upon the
prosperity of the people. Those dOsOnhiu
Reformers, who have made war upon prin-
ciples of Government which the wisdom of
nations has said were good; these FederGItSts,
disguised in Democratic masqasrGdes, who for
years have been preaching their vile cru
sadeS against measures which the experience
of ages has said must be. Will you be doc
tored any longer by set of quacks, who for
their own gain, have made things wrong and
then have been trying nostrum after nostrum,
and humbug after humbug, upon the life
blood of the peoples prosperity? Have not
they been pelting us with the stones Of expe-
riment long enough? Letus bear it no long
er; forlike the poor frogs in the fable, "what's
fun for them is death to MS" These money
aboutthe foundations of our Government that
it is ready to fall down upon US. Let US then
take their spades and picks from them, and
again prop up the pillars of the glorious old
edifce. Like the fO9-hound, they raise the
hue and cry, and all their hireling packs
throughout the land, join in the yell of "down
with the Banks" Still bent upon their fell
purpose of destroying the best of currencies,
no mind was changed, nor no spirit wavered,
no heart was turned from its lawless purpose
Having crawled up at last, their pigmy forms
could not stand upon the towers Of our great
ness, so they threw them down, and like the
thieving Arab of the Desert, build with their
broken frag ments, rude hutS to dwell in,
with the baleful watch fires of a Sub-Treasu-
y cleaning like another Gueber-blaze on the
black mountains of political fanaticiSm; by
its lurid light they steered our barque, and
wrecked our hopes and happiness. Follow
ing for their guiding star the pickering flames
of a short-lived meteor, they saw nothing,
cared for nothing else; it led them OMIT still
leads them on over disregarded laws and
violated Constitution; they heard not the
warning voice of prophecy the remonstran-
ces of friends were as idle words to the wind,
and the predictions of evil they laughed at.
And now behold the Ell Dorado of this hum
bugging project of pretended reform.-See
the grand finale Of measures, which, though
again and again rejected by people, are
still forced upon them.
Look around you and what do you see?
The white sail Of commerce whitens'no more
the ocean, few of our winged wanderers
solitary and alone, are on the'sea; our manu-
factories have put out their fires, and the bu-
sy hum of machinery is heard in them no
more; the dusky cheek of agriculture bright
ems not at the pittance she receives for all her
toll; enterprise sits in silence in the dust,
like old Marius amid the ruins of Carthage;
and industry, with folded arms, stands idly by,
looking with sorrow on her honest laborer
begging for employment; education, the ma
of union, progresses not, and Inter-
nal Improvement, the cement 10 bind it to-
gether, is at stand.
The gigantic energies of mighty nation
are paralyzed by the wand of the magician,
and gloom, bankruptcy and suffering mark
the prints of his footsteps in his mal-adminis-
lration of public affairs. Their concentrated
cunning, like a loathsome nest of twisting
was set to work TO devise some
scheme by which they could most speedily |
bring ruin on the land, and they We done it
Then all ye lovers of country, honesty and
law, raise the thrilling battle cry of
Charge, Patriots, charge,
On, Freemen, on,
For Liberty and Harrison.