The banner. [volume] (Abbeville, S.C.) 1844-1847, 1846-07-01
Vol. E11.

upon his liic--a wilhercd brain of ac-
cursed intellect; blight will be upon
his children and on his people. Great
God how dread the punishment!
a crowded popalace, peopling the
dense towns where the man Of money
thrlvcs while the laborer starvcs; wan,
stridng among them in all its forms of
terror; IN ignorant and God-dcfyiny
pr!estl. oo1 chucklnng over the miscrics oil
millions; proud and merciless nobility
adding wong to wrong, and heaping in
suit upon robbery and fraud royalty
corrupt to the very heart; and arislocracy
rotten to the very core; crime and want
linked hand in hand, and tempting men
to deeds Of woe and deuth-,hese are
part of doom and rctribution that is to
come upon the English people.
Soldiers look around upon your
familiar faces with strange interest
Tomorrow morning we will 90 forth TO
the battle-for need tell you that your
unworthy minister will march forth to
battle! Need exhort you to fight the
good fight, to fight for your wives and
childrcn2
My friends, | might urge you to fight
by tho calling memories of the British
wrongs. Wallon-I hight tell you of
your father butchcred on the plains of
Trenton; might picture his grey hairs
dabbIcd in blood; l might ring his
death shrek in your ears Shelmirc-
[ might tell you of butchcd mother,
and Il sister outraged; the lonely farm
house, the night assault, the roof in
flames, the shouts of the troopers as they
despatched their victims, the cries for
mercy and the pleadings of innocence
for pity, might paint this all again, in
the vivid colors of the terrible reality, if
| thought your courage needed such
wild excitement.
But know you are strong in the
might Of the Lord. You will march
forth to battle on the morrow with light
hearts and determined spirit, though the
solemn-the duty of avenging the dead
-may rest heavy on your souls
And in the hour Of battle, when all
around is darkness, lit by the lurid can
non glare, and the piercing musket flash,
when the wounded strcw the ground,
and the dead litter your path, then re-
member soldiers, that God is with you.
The eternal God fights for you-he
rides OH the battle cloud, he sweeps on
ward with the march Of the hurricane
charge-God the awful and infinite
fights for you, and you will triumph.
"Thoy that take the sword, shall perish
by the sword"
You have taken the sword, but not in
the spirit OF wrong or revenge. You
have taken the sword for your homes,
for your wives, for your little ones. You
have taken the sword for truth and JUS
tice and right, and to you the promise is
be of good cheer for your foes have
taken the sword in defiance to all that
men hold dear, in blasphemy of Cod
they shall perish by the sword.
And brethren and soldiers, bid you
all farewell: Many Of us may fall in
the battle OF tomorrow. God rest the
souls of the Eallcn--many Of us may
live 10 tell the story Of the fight to-mor-
row, and in the memory of all will ever
rest and linger the quiet scene Of this
autumnal night.
SOLEMN twilight advances over the
valley; the woods on the opposite
heights fling their long shadows over
the green Of the meadows; around us
mc the tents OF the continental host, the
suppressed hustle Of the camp, the hur-
ricd tramp of the sollirrs TO and fro
among the the tents, the stiffness and
! awe that marks the eve OF battle.
! When we meet again may the sha-
dow Of twilight be flung over peaceful
land God in heaven grant it.
Moral principle is the citadel of
the heart. All education, there
fore. which is conducted irres2ec>
tive Of this, is but the erecti' of
out-works 10 besiege the strong
! holds OF virtue.
The expenses of the Empress of
Russia. during her sojourn in Italy,