Richmond palladium. [volume] (Richmond, IA [i.e. Ind.]) 1839-1854, 1843-11-17


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her 10, a. ID. 1874.
"7Hey that fahe the sirord shall perish by the
s,-ord.''
Soldiers and Countryren:
we have met this evening perhaps for the
last time We hnve shared the toll of the march,
the peril Of The fight, the dismav Of the retreat
alike we have endured cold ard hunger, the con
tUmeiy Of Tho Internal foe ana outrage Of the for
ejon oppresso-. We have sat- night after night
beside the same camp fire; shared The same rough
soldiers fare; we have together heard the roll Of
the rovee, which called duty. or the beat
Of the tattoo, which gave the signal for the hardy
sleep Of the soldier with the earth for his bed and
the knapsack for his pillow.
And now, soldiers and brethren, we have met
"a 'f'o f;c"ail Et1i.cy "a :.tio
the sunlight Is dying away behind yonder heights,
the sunlight that tomorrow morn, viii gIimmer
on scenes Of blood We have met nmd the
whitening tents Of our Encampment, in times OF
terror and Of gloom, we have gathered toge Their,
God grant 1t may not he for the last time.
1t is a solemn moment. Brethren, does not
the solemn voice Of natuEe seem to echo the
syrPathies Of the hour? The fig Of our conn
try droops heavily from yonder staff, the breeze
has died along the green plain OF Chadd's Ford
the plain that spreads before US, glistening in the
sunlight; the heights Of Brandywine arise 2loo-
myand grand beyond the waters Of youder stream,
! and all nature holds pause of solemn silence,
on the eve of the uproar Of the blondshed and
strife of Tomorrow
They that take the sword shall perish by
the sword" Ind havo they not 'ntao" 'to s'''ord
Let the dosolated plain, the blood sodtened valley.
the burn ed farm house bIackeniug in the sun, the
sacked village and ravaged towns auswer-le'
the whitening bones of the butcherod farmer
s,rewn along the fields Of his homestead, answer
let the starving mother with the babe clinging
to her withered breast that afford susie
nance, let her answer, with the dea h rattle min
CLING with the murmurng tones that mark the
last struggle for life; let the dying mother and her
babe answer!
1t was but dav past and our lard slept in the
light OF peace War not here. Fraud, and
wo, and misery, and want, d~eit not among US
From the eternal solitude of the green woods
arose the blue smoke Of the settlers cabin and
golden fields Of corn looked forth amid The waste
of the Wilderness, and The glad music Of human
voices awoke the silence of the forest.
Nowi God of mercy. behold the change! In
der the shadow of a pretext, under the sanctity
in the name Of God, invoking the redeemer &
their aid, do these foreign hirelings STAY PEG
pie! They throng towns. they darken onI
plains, and now they encompass our posts or the
lonely plains CT Cbadd's Ford.
"Ihey that take the sword shall perish by the
sword.''
Brethren, think me not unworthy Of belle
when tell you that the doom OF the British is
neari Think me not vain when tell you that be
yond the cloud that now enshrouds US, | se'
gathering thick and fast the dark cloud and th,
blacker storm Of Divine Retribution.
They may conquer Us on the morrow! Nigh
and wrong may prevail, and We may be driver
from this field, but the hour Of Gods own ven
geance will comet
Ave! if in the vast solitudes Of eternal space
il in the heart of the boundless universe, Their
throbs the being Of an awful God, quick 20 ayeng
and sure to punish guilt. then will the man
George Of Brunswick, called King, feel in hi
brain and IN his heart. toe vengeance OF the I
ternal Jehovah! \ bligh. will be upon his life
withered brain, an accused intellect: bigt
will be Upon his children and his people. GEea
; God! how dread the punishment.
A crowded popuIace peopielng the dense town
} where the man of money thFives. while the Ia
borer sarves; want stEiding among the people
all lis forms Of terror: ignorant and God def
, ing priesthood chucklng over the mseEies
millions; a proud and merciIess nobility addir
r wrong TO wrong. and heaping insult upon robbel
and fraud; ROYALTY corrupt to the very hear
aristocracy rotten to the very core, crime al
I want linked hand and hand. and tempting ms
! 10 deeds Of wo and death--these are part Of Il