Vermont telegraph. [volume] (Brandon [Vt.]) 1828-1843, 1842-09-21
VERMONT TELEGRAP H !.

Were the wind and froth ofatory but
true to the vality, she would find strange
healing TO her tender sensibili:fes. which
are so shocked at the pleas for the slave,
lin listening to the closing scenes OF glo-
rv,-when night comes down and parts
Gods ministers who have not borne
the sword IN vain," ard on the moaning
wind, comes the low death-wail from the
roor wretches left to die--in one contfnu-
al voice of agony-while the raven p!ucks
out the eye yet cleaning, and the fangs OF
the wolf are buried in the flesh of the war
rior, thrilling and quivering with agony.
Then 10 teach her cratic soul the value
of "domes.ic relations" she must hear
the mourning scene, when father, brother,
lover, husband, son, friend and foe, are
heaped in one promiscuous grave, and the
turf is trod on them till the blood oozs
through the trampled sod. and they are
lef: to sumber there until the day of fear
| ful retribution, when "he that resisteth the
powers shall receive unto himself damna.
lion.' Still more she must hear of the
mothers groans, the wife's sad wall, and
the cry of the frantic virgin robbed Of her
lover and her fondest hopes,-and rising
over a stricken land-the voice of ma
TONS despair, while glory strives in vain
/ to cover all, and smother all with her COR
/ geous mantle.
But no, this will not be heard, it is 100
true to please,-the orators will only re-
tail the eternal dug that has been thrust
down the nations throat from year to year,
till it is fairly sick, with its own vanity.
They will only attempl TO Justify butchery
by the plea of stern necessity, and in their
zeal to 6 lory our fathers, make their kind.
ness appear like far-seeing wisdom. and
deck their murder in the robes of RICH
teousness. Meanwhile they will boast OF
their own liberty, while they are the YER
lest slaves on jehovah footstool-crouch-
ing, cringing vassals to public opinion,
! the love of place and their own foul pas
sions and desire.
I They tell Of our FREQ ias,itnlinns y
when the peculiar" and darling insti-
luton, buds the iron shaekles on the
heel of one sixth of the inhabitants of the
land, and sways the rod of vassaIage over
the other fire They tell that all are born
equal, when the most dlabolical prejudice
that ever disgraced The annals of civilized
and ehrsstianized barbarity, degrades its
victims to the dust, and SETS the seal of in
feriority on the image of God, even in the
temples which they call His own. They
boast that we are a religious nation
while on the hunted red man, it has done
deeds that can find no name save in the
howlings of the nelher pit-and on this
day-which is the nations prlde-they
mock Jehovah with their impious lies,
i Bloated vanity givrs vut the fuisehood and
patriotism shouts amen! Unblushing hv-
pocrisy asserts and re-asserts each studied
fiction and each false pretence, and bare
faced self-complacency shouts encore!
Thus thengo on through the day till
the sun sinks ashamed to his bed in the
west, when the cannons roar again, the
spirit flies.--hearts grow warm, men IN.
steadv-boules empty.
And when at last the car of day, below the line hath
sunk,
Sinner and saint and patriot reel home, sublimey
drunk.