Wheeling times and advertiser. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]) 1839-1849, 1845-04-18
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we have often been struck with the mar
ual spirit which annually scizes the veteran
Oh tne Richmond Enquirer on the approach of
the Virginia elections. He has just mount
Ell his war sieed for the coming campaign,
and the followers of Locofocoism to
the field IN phrase r~ivalling the holiness of
all Ossian comblned. He sits
lin glittering arms yclad. with visage
grim, stern looks, and blackly hued."
Your mighty men Of war of old-your Tt
tans that were so riotous that Sicily had to be
Hung on one and Delos upon another to keep
them quiet; our giants that were forever
breaking the peace until knocked on the head;
your Hectors and Ajaces, and all the pugna-
cious people in the Had TO whom'a ten.years'
war was but a whet; your Spartans, that kick
ed and fought from their cradles to their
graves; your little Alexander the Great, and
your slim Cesar, that grew disconsolate when
they had so used up" the world that q~uarrels
gave out--all these, we saw, were i'm their
day somewhat terrible fellows; but they were.
mere milksops and fribbles, in comparison
with one OF the martial Virginians of our
own time. In this havoc of full forty years
OF periodical heroism we should Judge that he
had committed more carnage than any body
that was ever let loose since the Thracian
Mars, or the Scandinavian Odin first invent
ep slaughter or drank blood. Certainly. they
made some din and kicked up a dust no3 and
then; but we must insist on il that they were
mere non-combatants and Quakers, worthy of
all the olive crowns of the Peace Society. i'm
comparison with this thunderbolt of battle.
this Bellona in pantaloons, that Rage and
Terror with a weapon of goose.quill, the in
vincible, the death-deslipg editor ofthe Richs'
mond Enquirer-our neighbor 1--WE tremble to.
think ofit that Is to be, that has so long made
James river run red, and that will not have
been here a week before he viii have ensan-
guined Potomac to the sea.
Upon what meat was this same Cesar
Ice" we know not. Probably he had. like
Romuius, a wolf for his wet nurse or like
Achilles, was dieted on lion-cutlets and stakes
OF the Hyrcanian tiger. IL he ever INDUCES
in such slops as tea, il must be genuine gun
powder, with toasts of ammunition bread.
Nothing but such viands could sustain q cour-
age as fiery as his, and give him that stomach
Tor fight which burns SO iiercely in Aim.
When Napoleon marched only from one
great victory to another, the noise that he
made would have been hardly modest, if he
had talked all the while to his soldiers i'm the
sublime strain which the hero of the Enauir-
er keeps up almost without intermission; and
II the exploits bore any proportion to the
boasting OF the bulletins before and after the
battle, Bonaparte's wars would certainly be
small affairs to those of that mighty destroy
er OF his tellow-citizens. One would say, TO
hear his incessant war-cry, that never was
there a land OF such eternal combat as this;
and that, for himself, he must be scanned with
scars. But, happy soldier and brave as hap
Ply! that has launched so long from his red
right hand the hottest thunderbolts of fight
and never been singed-has done such match
less deeds OF valor without a scratch.
we may here speak, as one speaks of fresh
l~y-departed greatness, Through our tears,) of
him who made them but too often flow be-
fore, with his moving strain. - =
hath passed away! He hath gone, they say,
to set up a dry-goods store. Probably he will
deal III pocket-handkerchiefs; for there is a
great consumption Of them wherever he goes.
he VIII also trade, we presume, in grapes
and other mourning goods, for alas, he was
meek PHYS tenderest child!
VI these two-one departing, the other ar
riving-we may well compare the powers,
though opposite, yet strictly of tragic kin,
Pity and Terror. The N was the greater
master OF the affections; the other more ex-
cites fury and fear. The one piled up a high
er agony Of wo; the other a greater ecstacy of
rage or CONSERVATION. In the one, there was
a more lyric sweetness, a more elegiac lamen-
tation: the other shakes the soul with a dithy-
rambic wildness. Both must have sat to
Collins for pictures in his Ode Of the Pass
ions:
"With eyes appraised, as one inspired,
Pale Melancholy sat retired,
And from her wild sequester'd seat,
In notes by distance made more sweet.
Pour'd thro' the mellow horn her pensive
%Isoul."
This, breathes, as every one will see of
John. On the other hand, 10!
"--w with a frown,
Revenge impatient rose.
lie threw his ood-stained sword in thunder
down,
And with a whitening look,
Tn war denouncing trumpet took,
And blew IA blast SO loud and dread,
Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of wo,
And ever and anon he beat,
The doubling drum with furious heat,
And though, at intervals between,
Detected Pity at his side
Her soul-subduing voice applied,
Yet still he kept his wild unalterd mien.
While each strand ball of sight seem'd
bursting from his head"
In a word, the Enquirer is, all the while,
like lady Macbeth, filed,
From the crown to the toe top-full
OF direst cruelty"
Like Sempronius (the first man to run
away from Cato and join Cesar he cries all
the while,
"My voice is still for war!
Gods! can a Roman Senate long debate
winch OF the two to choose, slavery or
death p
Ana, by and by, we are reminded by his
last great military Mo of thni G.Isl n9