Independent Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 1842-1844, 1844-03-23

Hist! The night is still, the defence
less Continent is sleep in the contre ofthe
meadow; all around is dark The sky is |
above, but the stars give forth no light. The
wind sweeps around the meadow-all a
round is dark. The sky is above, bat the
stars give forth no light. The wind sweeps
around the meadow-dim and indistinct II
sweeps and all is silent and still. | can
see nothing.
Place your ear on the earth. Hear you
nothing?
Yes, yes. A slight sound, distant rum
bling. There is thunder glowing in the
bosom of the earth but it is distant. II Is
like the murmer on the ocean, ere terri
bic white squall sweeps away the com
merce Of nation but it is distant
Now look forth on the night. Cast your
eye to the thicket-sce you nothing!
Yes; there is a faint CLEAN like the light
of the fire ny-Ha! 1t lightons on the
night that quivering CLEAN! 1t is the
flash of swords--thc gli'tering of arms!
The night is no longer still.
"Charge upon the Rebels! Upon them
over them; no quarter; no quarter"
Watcher of the night, watching over
the land Of the New World, watching over
the fortunes of the starved children CT
Freedom; what see you now!
A band Of armed men, mounted on
stout stecds with swords in their uplifted
hands They sweep the thicket, they en-
compass The meadow, they surround the
Rebel Host!
The gallant Lord Grey rides at their
head, His voice rings out clear ard loud
upon the frosty air.
"Root and branch, hip and thighs, cut
them down. Spare never man--heed
never cry for quarter. Cut thee: down;
Charge for England and St. George"
And then there was uplifting o! swords
and butchery Of delenceless men, and then
there was riding over the wounded, and
trampng over the faces Of the dying
And thon there was the cry for quarter and
the response; to your throa. take that,
damned rebel!
There was a moment whose history was
afterwards written with good sharp swords,
on the visagc Of dying men.
1t was moment when the dcfenceless
Continental sprang up from his hasty sleep
into tie hands Of merciless death! 1t was
the moment when Wayne groaned aloud
with agony. as the sod of Paoli was flooded
with pool of blood that poured from the
corses Of the slaughtered soldiers OF his
band. 1t was the moment when the cry
for quarter was Knocked, when the rebel
chung in his despair to the stlrrup OF me
Britisher. ard chung in vain, IT was the
moment when the gallant Lord Grey,
commitment of the true Apostolic Church
of ENGLAND, educated in the faith OF Jesus,
schooIed in the doctrines of mercy, halloed
his war.dops on to the slaughter, and shout
cd I'm 10 the starlight heavens, until the
angels of God grew sick with the scene;
cover them, over them, heed never CRY
heed never voice! Root and branch, cut
them down; no quarter"
II is dark and troubled night, and the
voice of blood goes up to God; shrleking
Cor vengeance! 1t is morning and The hrs'
surheoms shine over the field which was
vesternigh, green meadow; the tleId 'ha'
;s now Acel,lema, field Of blood strown
with heaps of the dead, arms torn from the
f bodv. ewes followed from the sockets
Coos turned 10 the earth, and buried IN
blood. phas,lv pictures of death and pam
nainted bv the hand of the Brlton, Tor the
BRIGHT sun TO shine down upon, for God te
avenge.
II is sad and ghastly morning, an(
Wavne stands looking over the slaughter
cd 6eaps, surrounded by the little band
survivors. and as he gazes on this scene
, horror. the voice of blood goes shrieklng
IN to God for vengeance, and the ghosts o
!, the slain darken the portals of heaven witt
their forms of woe, and their voices mngl
with the voice ofblood.
! Was the voice of Blood answered.
: A wear passed and the ghosts OF tn
murdered looked down from the portals
= the Unseen, upon the ramparts OF Ston
: Point.
:, 1t is still night, the stars look calml
!, down upon The broad Hudson, and in tn
y dim air of night, towers the rock and fol
Il of Stony Point.
:, u The Britishers have retired for. rest
!. They sleep in their warm quiet beds The
sleep with pleasant dreams OF America
. maidens dishonored, and American iath
. ers with gray hairs dabbled with blood
y Tbev shall have merrier dreams anon,
q trow.-Aye, aye. =,
!. All is quiet around Stony Point, tn
o sentinel leans idly over the wall 'h'
i bounds his lonely walk he gazes dow
i the void of darkness, until his glance tai
unon the broad and magnificent Hu1sa
Ia lie hears nothing, he sees nothing.
d. It is pity for that sentino., that
=, glance is not more piercing. fad his ey