The northern galaxy. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1844-1848, 1844-09-11

eye burning like living coal, with his fore
head all radiant with mighty mind, he speaks
for War! War fci our national honor! War in
the name Of the past War at every risk,
and at all hazards-War!
His words ring echoing throughthe hall -
Trafficers in national honor hang their heads
in shame, they doubtfully start aside with
surprise, exclaiming in wonder-Is this the
young backwoodsman of the West!-they
fearful raise their voices with the voice Of
the orator, and the cry rings to the very cell
ing-in Gods name give us War;
Now, GUARDIAN ANGEL, look upon your
mighty ward and smile! Look upon the ad-
vocate of national honor, standing boldly
erect in that Representative Hall, and as you
look. tell us, is this the young backwoodsman
of the West! Is this the orphan orator of the
rustic log house! Is this the stranger whose
mother and father sleep under the green sod
of Hanoveri
There came another day, when doubt poss-
essed the council Of rhe nation. A band OF
brave men were struggling in far-off land
for freedom; struggling against Turk and
Christian, combined in one unholy league Of
wrong, struggling over the green graves Of
their fathers, under the shadow Of mighty
temples consecrated by the memories ofthree
thousand years; still fighting and struggling
for life and liberty These brave men. with
the blood Of their wives and little ones, slain
10 msrclless massacre, yet smoking before
their eyes, with the "Ali HUI" Of their re-
morseless butchers yet ringing in their ears,
sent to far land, where Liberty driven
from the Old World made her home, and beg
ged the children of the Revolutionary Patriots
| TO give them some little aid--to extend but
hand to their assistance-to recognize them
as free and independent nation.
And they denied them. Yes! the Ameri-
can Congress refused the petition Of these
brave men of the Grecian land!
Then it was that this bold Backwoodsman Of
the West uprose on the floor Of that council
hall. Then it was that fire came to his eye
and words to his tongue. Then it was that
with his stature unduIating in all its COM
manding height, with his burning brow flush
ed with solemn Indignation, this Man Of Ash
land spake forth to the councilmen Of the
nation his fiery message
go home ,''-he cried in a voice Of thun-
der !-"Go home to your firesides, freemen
that We are, descendants ofthe heroes of
Seventy-six; go home and when your con-
stituents speak to you of the cause of Greece,
tell them with the blush of shame on your
brows, that you da.e not acknowledge the
freedom Of this gallant nation! Tell them
oh be sure and tell them-that ye dared
not that dim vision of scimetars and cres-
cents, Of turbans and bow strings, scared
you from your duty Tell them that
Greece plead, and wept. and plead again at
the very feet of your Goddess ofLibeuy, and
( that that gave scorn for tears, contempt for
prayers Tell your constituents this. and let
it be written down in the history Of our land,
that in the year OF our Lord eighteen bun
dred and twenty-four-in the year Of our
Lord and Savior, who came to bring Peace
to all the earth-this Grecian land, oppressed,
down-trodden, and slaughtered. sent to the
last home Of Freedom in the wide EARTH ask
ing the countrymen of Washington for aid,
and-oh shame on the burning dishonor-
they refused their petition, scorned their
prayers, and closed eye and ear on their SOL
emn entreaties."
The man Of Ashland prevailed. The
word went forth to all the earth that land Of
the New World of Freedom gave its soler:n
sanction to the cause of Old World Liberty,
and with that word Of sanction went forth the
name of the advocate of the causei Oh it
would make your beart warm and throb, and
throb again, were to call up before your
mental eye the mighty panorama ofthat strug-
gle; the shadowy glen. where thousands fell
beneath the footsteps ofthe Turk; the noun
tain pass, where the rocks hurled by the
Avengers, came laundering on tie tyrants
heads, minsling them in one crimson massa-
ere ofjustice; or the wide battle plain, where
from the corpses Of ten thousand slain, sped
ten thousand immortal souls. laying down at
the footstool Of God their charge of Liberty
unto Death oh, it would make your hearts
beat and your eyes fill with tears, were to
tell you how, from every shodowy glen.
from the height Of every mountain pass, from
the carnage of the wide battlefield. three
mighty names rose shrieking with the War
cry of the Greeks, mingled with their battle
shout, and sanctihed by their dying voices,
husky with the flow Of blood-the name Of
Bozzaris! of Washington! and the name
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Guardian angel, follow your mighty charge
through the scenes Of the great drama, where
the man of Ashland was the Hero. the world,
the stage, and mankind spectators.
Now on the Senate floor, preaching war,
and now on the ocean wave, bringing the
olive branch from the old strong hold of free
dom, the city Of Client; now filling the souls
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with the wired magnetism OF his spirit, now
communing with bis own heart, calling up
past or painting the future in the silent groves
Of his own sweet Ashland.
Away. guardian angel, away to the quiet
groves Of green Ashland! Standing on
swelling knoll that uncovers its grassy breast
to the first kiss of the uprising sun, you be-
hold your mighty ward. Call the child of
Present to look upon him-and look well, for
the day will come when to have seen the
Man of Ashland will be honor and pride.
The picture is grand and effective. The first
beams of the uprising sun fall upon that tall
and muscular form revealing its outline of
hone and sinew, unbent by time, unconqusr-
ed by the toll of thirty years, clad in plain
garments of American texture, while. the hat
and staff in one hand, the dropping cloak
falling over the shoulder, impart an AIR OF ease
mingled with majesty to his commanding
presence The high brow, rising like tow
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