Southport telegraph. [volume] (Southport, W.T. [i.e. Kenosha, Wis.]) 1840-1850, 1844-04-09
REVOLUTIONARY SERMON.

he sermon we give oelo" ""o ioi mon
ed to the ..Citizen Soldier" by Mr.. A. ii.
ScHGrMYER, of Chester county. Pa, who
found !, in searching the papers Of his
grandfather, Maj, john JACOB ScHGFMY-
Err. who was out in the days of the Revo-
luton. 1t was delivered on the eve of the
battle of Brandywine by RcvJoHN Trout,
TO large portion of the American soldiers,
in presence Of General Washington, Gen.
Wayne, and other officers Of the army:
"Thcy that take the sword shall perish by the
sword "-[Bible.
SOLDIERS AND CoUNTRYMEN:-
We have met this evening perhaps for
the last time. We have shared the toll Of
the march, the peril of the fight, and the
dismay of the retreat alike, we have endur-
ed the cold and hunger, the contumely Of
the internal foe, and courage Of the foreign
oppressor We have sat night after night,
beside the camp fire; we have together
heard the roll of the rcvile, which called
us TO 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 brethcn,we have
met in the peaceful valley on the eve Of
battle, while the sun-l' ght is dying away
behind yonder heights, the sunlight that
tomorrow morn, will glimmer on scenes
of blood. We have met, amid the whiten-
ing tents of our encampment; in time Of
terror and Of gloom have We gathered to-
ge'her-God grant it may not be for the
last t.me.
1t is solemn moment. Brethren, does
not the solemn voice of nature seems to
echo the sympathies of the hour! The flag
of our country droops heavily from yon-
der staff, the breeze has die away along
me green plain of Chadd's Ford the plain
that spreads before us gllttering in the sun
light-lhe heights of the Brandywne arise
gloomy and grand beyond the waters Of
yonder stream-all nature holds pause of
solemn silence on the eve of the uproar Of
the bloodshcd and the strife of ta-mor.
COW.
"Ihey that take the sword shall perish
by the sword"
And have they not taken the sword?
Let the dcsolated plain, the blood solder
valley, burned iarm house blackening in
the sun, the sacked village, and the rava-
ked town. answer-Iet The whitening Zones
vi the butcheEed farmer strewn along the
fields Of his homestead, anSwer--let the
starving mother, with her babe clinging to
the wllhered breast that can afford no
susten'nce' let her answer, with the death
rattle ming ing WIFE she n'urmur;ng tones,
EHst MARK the last struggles OF IIIe-let the
dying mother and her babe answer.
1t was but day past and our land slept
IN the quiet o. peace. War was not here
wrong was not here fraud and wo and
misery and want dwelt not among U.S.
Fran the eternal solitude Of the green
woods, arose he blue smoke of the settlers
cabin, aud golden fields of corn looked
forth from amid the waste of wilderness,
and the glad muse OF human voices awoke
the silence of the forest.
Now God Of mercy, behold :he change,
Under the shadow OF a pretext, under the
sancllty OF the name of God, invoking the
Kedeemer to their aid, d. these foreign
huelings Stay our people! They throng
our town',mcy dArken our pIains,and now
they encompass their posts on he lonely
PLAIN OF Cha ld's Ford
hey 'ha' iaAe The sword shall erIsh
ny We sword
bfeIhercn, thlnk me not unworthy OF be-
liet when tell You the doom of the Brit
Ish is near. Think me not vain, when |
tell you that beyond the cloud tina, now
enshrouds us, see gathering, thick and
fast, the storm of Divine retribution!
They may conquer us tomorrow. Might
and wrong may prevail, and we may be
driven from this held-but the hour OF
900 own vengeance WIN come!
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VIII DC upon MS iie-a w'hered brain,
his children, and ON his people. Great
God how dread the ,pnishmentI
A crowded ponuloce. ronIine tho do,so
towns where the man Of none ,br;vos
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