The Davenport gazette. [volume] (Davenport, Scott Co., Iowa) 1841-185?, 1847-10-21

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national hatred. To me there arc ever
two Nations Of England, two kinds Of Eng
lishmen. The England Of Byron und
Shakespeare mud BnIwcr, | love from my
heart. The Nation Of Milton, Of Hamp-
den, Of Sidney, hold to form but n portion
Of TINT great commonwealth Of freedom, in
which Jefferson, Henry and Washington
were brothers.
But there is nm England that abhor.-
There is nm Engishmnn that ] dcspise -
II is that England which finds its impcr-
sonn,ion in tho bloody, imbecle George the
Third, ms weak as he was wicked, rs blind
as he was cruel, driyciug idiot, doomed
in his reign Of sixty years, TO set brother
against brother; to flood the American con-
tincnt with blood, to conyusc world with
bis plumbers, and feel nj last the judgment
oil God, in his bigh,cd reason, his democrat
izing family, his impoverished nation.
Behold him, take the Crown, n young
and not unhnndsome man, with the iaircst
hopes bIossoming around him! Behold
him during the idiocy Of forty years, wan
dering nlong that solitary corridor of his
palncc, da, after day, his lip fallen. his eve
vncani, his beard moisicned BY his tcnrs,
while grasping notes with his hands, he
totiers before us. n living witness of the
Divine Rights of Kings.
And vet they Talk ofhis private virtues
lie was such good, amab!c man, md gave
so many hnlfpcnce 10 tho poor; he even
took few shillinCs from the millions,
wrung from tho Nation, to pnmper his roy.
nj babes, and bcstow them, in charity, mark
you, upon tho people whom he Ind robbed
willingly admit his private virtues
But when the King goes up to judgment.
10 answer for his crime, will you tell me
what becomes of ,he--Msn?
There is kind Of Enclishman that ]
despisc, or il you can coin q word, to cx-
press the iulncss 81 honest contempt, speak
it, and will echo YOU!
Behold the embodiment Of this English
mnn, in the person Of George the Third.
who after life, rich only in the fruit of
infamy. after long Years Of elaborate pollu-
ton, after making bis Court brothcI, the
very air in which he walked breathing
pesti|ence. went grooming one fine morn
ing, from his periumed chamber, to an IN
wepi,a detestcd grave!
On TINT grave, mot one flower Of virtue
bloomcd; On TINT di-honored corsc. living in
stnte, not one tcnr Of pity tell. The mean
est fclon may receive on his cold face one
farewell tear--all the infamous tyrnnnies
enacted beside the denth-hcd Of Napoleon.
could not prevcn, the tears Of brave men
81 ta.o., ...,,a.. c,.ll.,., lilo s,co.
his noble brow. But will you tell mc the
name Of the human being that shed one
fcar-only ouc-ovcr George the Third?
II is tilonahts like these that stir my
blood, when am forced 10 record the dns-
,ardly deeds performed By British hirclings
in o,ir Revolution.
The single corsc Of the heroic Lcdynrd,
stabbed with his own sword, should speak
10 Us with voice MS eternal as the Justice
Of Ilenvcn.
While he laid, cold and stiff, On the 0oor
Of the conquered fort. the flames from the
burning town s,iscad 10 the vessels Of the
river. and by the light of blazing roofs and
sails, Benedict Arnold looked his last upon
bis childhood's home.
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and came back no more.
From this time forth, wherever he went.
three whispered words followed him, ring
| ing through his cars into his heart-AR-
MOLD THE TRAITOR.
When he stood beside the King, 10 the
House Of Lords--the weak old imam whis-
pered in familiar tones to his gorgeousIy
at,ircd Gcneral-a whisper crept through
tho throngcd Senate. faces were turned,
fingers extended, aud ms the whisper deep.
ened into n marmur, one venerable Lord
arose and stated, that hc loved his Sovc-
reign, but could not speak 10 him, whilo by
his side stood ARNOLD THE TRAITOR.
Hc went 10 the theatre, pnrnding his
warrior form amid tho Unrest flcwcrs of
British nobility and bcnu,y. but no sooner
WINS his visngc seen. than the whole audi
cnce rosc-,hc Lord in his cushioned seat.
the vngrnnt of London in the gaIlcry-,hcs
rose together, while from the pit to the
dome. echoed the cry--"AHyoLD THE TRAI
TOR
When he issued from bis gorgeous mnn-
sion, the livericd servant that ate his bread,
and earned il too, BY menisl offices, whis-
pered in contempt, to his fellow Incqncys.
as he took his position behind his masters
cnrrage-ARXoLD THE TRAIToR.
One day, in n shadowy room, mother
+ and two daughters, all attired in the weeds
of mourning, were grouped in a sad circle
gazing upon picture shrouded in Grape.
A visitor WINS announced. The mother
took his card from the hands Of the servant,
, and the daughters read his name. Coz
said TINT mothcr, rising, with a flushed face,
while daughter took cnch hind: Go and
tall eh;. ,v,o,, that nc thrcshheld rnr uov