Jeffersonian Republican. [volume] (Stroudsburg, Pa.) 1840-1853, 1844-05-23


der Go home, 10 your own fresides, free
nen that ye are, descendants oil the heroes of
Seveu,y-six go home aud when your constitu-
snis speak 10 We of the cause OF Greece, tell
Them with the blush Of shame on your brows.
that you dared nol acknowledge the freedom Of
this gallant nation Tell Ihem--oh be sure
and tell them-iaat ye dared not--hat dim VI
sion of scimelars and crescen,s, of ISrhans and
bowstrings scared you from your duty! Tell
them that Greece plead and wept aud plead
again al The very feet of your Goddess OF Lib
erly, and that that Goddess gave scors for tears,
contempt Tor prayers Tell your constituents
this, and let 1t be written down in the history
of our land, that in the year of our Lord, esh-
teen hundred and lwenty-iour, IN the year OF the
Lord and Saviour, who came 10 bring Peace {"
all the earth. This Grecian and oppressed, down
lrodden and siaus hlered, sent 10 ihs last home
of Freedom in the wide earth, asking the cOun-
trynsn of Washington for aid, and--o shame
on the burning dishonor--'hey refused their ps-
tion, scorned their prayers. closed eye and
car on their solemn entreatee."
The Man Of Ashland prevailed. The word
went forth To all the earth thai the land OF The
New World Freedom gave its solemn sanction
10 the cause of Old World Liberty and with
that word of sanction wen, forth, The name OF
the advocate of the cause Oh 1t would make
your heart warm and throS and throb agala
were | 10 call up before your mental eye, the
mighty panorama of that struggle, the shadowy
Glen where thousands fell beneath The footsteps
ot The Turk. the mountain pass, where the rscks
hurled by ha Avengers came Numbering on the
ryran.s heads, minglng them In one crimson
massacre vi justice, or the wide ballie-plaln
where from the r0rses of ten thousand slain,
sped ten thousand immortal souls, laying down
at lhe loolsoo of God, their charge OF IIber-
Nv unto Dcatl'---0h it would make your heart
beat and your eyes fill with tears, were | To
tell you how from every shsdowy glen, from
the heighth of every mountain pass, from the
carnage OF the wide battlefield, three mighty
names rose shrieking with the war-cry oil the
Greeks, mingled with their batlle-shout and
sancifed by their dying voices, husky with the
| flow of bood---the name Of Bozzaris, of Wash
ingion and the name oil .@*'f
Guardian angel follow your mighty charge,
through the scenes Of the great drama, where
The Man of Ashland was the Hero, tAe werld
the stage, all mankind spectators.
New on the Senate floor, preaching war and
now OH the ocesn-wave bringing the olive
branch from the old stronghold oI freedom The
city of Ghent, now filling The souls Of The mil
/ lion, listening 10 him In hushed awe, with the
weird magnetism of his spirit, now communlns
with his own heart, calling up ihe past or paint
ing The future III the silent groves oil his own
sweet Ashland.
Away guardian angel, away TO The quiet
groves of green Ashland Standing on a swel-
ling knoll that uncoyefs lis grassy breast to the
first kiss Of the uprising sun, you behold your
mighty ward Call The children Of the Pres
eni 10 look upon him and look well, for The day
will come when 10 have seen the Man ci Ash
land, will be honor and prlde. The picture Is
grand aud effective. The first beams OF The
uprising sun, fail upon that tall and muscular
form revealing lis outlines OF bone, aud slnew
unbemt by time, unconqured by The toll oil thlr'
ty years, clad in plain garments OF Americas
texture, while the hat aud siah IN one hand, the
dropping cloak falling over The shoulder, Impair
an air ul ease min.l ed with maJesiy To his CON
nlanding presence. The high brow, rising IKE
A lower, where thought keeps his eternal waCh
the grey hairs foaung wavlngIy III The morning
air. The boldly marked eyebrows 'hrswint
their arch above the large grey eye that ha
gazsd upon all The phazes oI sianT-lite with
an uuquaIIing glance, The prominent nose, th'
hlyh cheek boncs the massive chm, the wide
muuta with the lips compressed indicating th'
Will that never knew what II was 10 ialier o
to fear ---such is the face Of the Man oil Asa
land as standing on the green snoll, he looks
upon the morning sun, while far away, spread
The back ground OF hill and wood and knoll, un
til al last tho blue veil Of distance mln.lss lh'
, earth with the sky.
Oh great is the fame of tbs warrior, iull
glory is the broad banner whose folds are fiun'
waving On the Winds OF conquest, mighty th
voice of the nation, yelling defeat 10 The 10
and Joy to The victor, buI greater than all these
most glorious and most :hy OF all SlcloHe
are the lrumphs of ,he Man OF Ashland groves
though these lriumphs are not The lrumphs
war.
His are the iriumphs Of Peace. Yes, yes
f frosl ten Thousand homes there ever arises L
| God, the voice OF blessing on ais nans. lAef
. cones 10 his soul as ho thus slaads on Ia
knoll of Ashland, gazing at the Tisln: sun, IN
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