The pilot and transcript. [volume] (Baltimore, Md.) 1840-1841, 1840-07-30
THE PILOT.
BALTIMORE, July 2sth, 1910


GENERAL GREEN:
DEAR SIR,-I am Jer'eyman. have been
absent from my native State now for about two
wears. but had it have been twenty, instead OF
two. [ could not feel otherwise than anxious Tor
her welfare. In looking over one OF the morning
papers, of to-day, saw an account of the recep-
ton of the rejected members of Congress, at
Now Brunswick, some day last week The
writer, speaking of the banners displayed upon
that occasion, says:-e'There was one OF remark
able beauty and exquisite workmanship worked
by the ladies of New Jersey, and presented by
them to the Tippecanoe Club of Ncw Bruins
wick. We had not time to inspect the banner,
nor to copy the inscriptions, but it spread its
folds to the breeze, we csuld discover that the
battle of Princeton, and an obtiterated star,
formed part of the embiems." l cannot de-
scribe to you the feelings that rose in my breast
at the time, nor do wish to trouble you with
recital of all that l felt; suffice it to say, that
determined to make an effort in the cause of the
soil ON which first drew my breath, and the fol-
lowing lines were the result.
LINES TO NEW JERSEY,
And is it so? has that bright star then faded
Is Trenton, Monmouth, Princeton, all forgot:
The mangled victims of thy fields invaded;
And must it be that they have bled for naught
The gore that dyed thy shores-groans of the
DIVING
The Widows tears-the Orphans helpless wall,
The anguished mother for her children crying
Thy wrongs were then revenged, tho, Hoie ye
fail.
Where now the spirit that thy sons once boosted?
Where ROW the sons of those who for thee
bled?
Has all the valor of their sires departed?
And is thy glory buried with the dead:
Oh shame upon the recreant who would waver,
Or dare to falter, in so Just cause;
The State disowns the Sons who will not save
her,
From foes alike to Freedom and its laws.
Fen now the gallant SONS of sister states,
Are gazing on thee, anxious for thy good,
'Cainst common enemies they'd join their iates,
But would not help thee now, cen if they
could.
No! when thy sons have, dastard-like, allowed,
Their chosen ScrUGnts, by their laws elected,
Bearing thy seal, (of which they once were
proud,)
To be 'gainst right and reason disrespected;
When this they've done-when Freedoms fire
has faded
When towards tread the soil where heroes
trod-
! When that Is lost which now is but invaded
And they have recreant proved to man an
Cod
| Who then wsuld aid thee' or thy sons in need
Who'd heal thy wrongs2 or strive to hide tin
shame2
| None, none. would own thee after such deed
And foul reproach would fasten on thy name
But no. it cannot be;-land of my birth!
And thou, my brothers-say, shall this foul
stain,
This incubus that bows thee 10 the earth,
Saya shall this damning blot OF shame remain'
No. by thy blood-bought freedom adjure thee,
| BY honor, fame, by hope Of Heavens rest;
By those who bled and died but 70 secure thee,
The sacred rights that from thee now they'd
! wrest;
Arouse thee! to the strife! that banner 'cdelns
Point 10 the space t0tere once thy star St'one
bright,
planch not! but to the breach! all danger bravlng
! SHOW to the world we dare maintain your
right. D. e NJ