Litchfield enquirer., 1847-01-07

Those retreating men turned, they faced
the enemy again-like greyhounds at bay
before the wolf-they sprang upon the necks
of the foe, and bore them down by one des-
perate charge.
1t was at this moment that Washington
came rushing once more to the battle.
Those people know but little of the Amer
lean General who call him the American
FABIUs, that is, a general compound of pru-
dence and caution, with but spark of en-
terprise. American Fabius! When you
will show me that the Roman Fabius had a
heart Of fire, nerves of steel, soul that
hungered for the charge, an enterprise, that
rushed from wids like the Skirpack upon
an army, like the British at Germantown, or
started from ice OF snow, like that which lay
across the Delaware, upon hordes like those
of the Hessians, at Trenton-then I will
! lower Washington down into Fabius. This
comparison of our heroes, with the barbara
an demi-gods of Rome, only illustrates the
| poverty of the mind that makes it.
Compare Brutus, the ASSASSIN of his
friend, with Washington, the Savior of the
People! Cicero, the opponent Of Catalina
with Henry, the Champion of a Continent !!
What beggary of thought Let US learn to
know our great men, as they were, not by
comparison with the barbarian heroes ofold
Rome.
Let US learn that Washington was no
negative thing, but all chivalry and genius
1t was in the battle of Brandywine that
this trnth was made plain. He came rush
ing on to battle. He beheld his men hewn
down by the British-he heard them shrek
his name, and regardless of his personal
safety he rushed to join them.
Yes, it was in the dread havoc of thai
retreat that Washington, rushing forward
| into the very centre Of the melee, was entan-
gled in the enemy's troops, on the top of
high hill, south west of the Meeting House,
while Pulaski, was sweeping on with his
grim smile, to have one more bout with the
eager red coats.
Washington was in terrible danger-his
troops were rushing 10 the south--the Brit.
ish troopers came sweeping up the hill and
around him--while Pulaski, on a hill some
hundred yards distant, was scattering a
parting blessing among the hordes of Hano-
yer.
II was a glorious prize, this MISTER
! Washington in the heart OF The British ar
my.
Suddenly the Poander turned-his eye
caught the sight of the iron grey and its
rider. He turned to his troopers; his whis-
kered lip wrealhed with grim Smile-he
waved his sword-he pointed to the iron
grey and its rider.
There was but one moment:
With one impulse that iron band wheeled
their war horses, and then a dark body,
solid and compact, was speeding over the
valley like thunderbot sped from the heav-
ens-three hundred swords rose glittering in
faint glimpse of sunlight-and in front OF
the avalanche, with his form raised to its
full height, a dark frown on his brow, fierce
smile on hislip, rode Pulaski. Like a spir-
it reused into life, by the thunderbolt, he
rode-his eyes were fixed upon the iron grey
and lis rder--his band had but one look
one will, one shout for-WAsHIWToN
The British troops had cscircled the
American leader-o!readJ' they fcl! Sc
cure of their prey-already the head OF
that traitor Washington, seemed to yawn
above the gates Of London.
But that trembling of the earth in the
valley, yonder. What means it ?
That terrible beating of hoofs, what
does it portend
That orninous slsnce-and now that
shout-no. of words or Of names, but that
half yell, halfhurrah, which shrisks from
the Iron Men, as they scent their prey
What means it all
Pulaski is on our track The terror
of the British army is in our wake !
| And on he came-he and his gallant
band. A moment and he had swept over
Observation-Disclosures. dead
anil dying they s,rewed the green sod
he had passed over the hill, he had passed
the form Of Washington.
Another moment! And the iron band
had wheeled-back in the same career
of death they came Routed, defeated
crushed, the red coats flee from the hill,
while the iron band sweep round the form
of George Washington-,hey enc'rcIe
him with their forms of oak, their swords
of steel-,he shout of his name shriekS
through the air, and away to the Amer'-
can host,hey bear him, in all a soldiers
battle joy.
1t was at Savannah that night came