The national whig. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1847-1847, 1847-06-09

but not in words of llatteryl No, no.
They will speak like the flaming syllables on
Belshazzar's wall-THE DAYS oFYoUR PRIDE
AND GLORY ARE NUMBERED! The DAYS oE
JUDGMENT AND REVOLUTION DRAW NEAR
Yes: that Parchment will speak to the
Kings in language sad and terrible as the
trump of the Archangel You have tramp
led OH mankind long enough. AT last the
voice Of human wo has pierced the ear of
God, and calls His Judgment down! You
have waded on to thrones over seas of blood
you have trampled on to power over her
necks OF millions-you have turned the poot
mans sweat and blood into robes for your
delicate forms, into crowns for your anoint
ed brows. Now Kings--now Purpled hang
men Of the world--for you come the days
Of axes and gibbels aud scaffolds-for you
the wrath OF man--lor you the lightnngs
of God!
Look! How the light Of Your palaces
OH fire flashes up into the midnight sky!
Now Purpled Hangman Of the world
turn and beg for mercy!
Where will you find it
Not from God, for you have blasphemed
His laws!
Not from the people, for you stand bap-
tised in their blood!
Here you turn, and 10! gibbet!
'There--and scaffold looks yov in The
face.
All around you-death- nowhere
pity!
Nov executoners Of the human race,
kneel down, yes, kneel down upon the
sawdust of the scaffold-lay your PERU
med heads upon the block bless the axe
as it lalls-the axe that you sharpened for
the poor mans neck!
Such is the message of that Declaration
10 Man, to the Kings of the world And
shall we faIter now? And shall we start
back appalled, when our feet press the very
of Freedom Dol see quailing
faces around, me, when our wives have been
bulchered-when the hearthstone of our
and are red with the blood Of little chill
drena
'What are these shrinking hearts and fall
teIing voices here, when the very Dead Of
our batlle-felds arise, and call upon US to
sign that Parchment or be accursed for
ever3
SIGN! if the next moment the gibbet's
rope is round your neck! SIGN! if the next
moment this hall rings with the echo Of
The falling axe! SIGN! by all your hopes in
life or death as husbands fathers-as
men sign your names TO the Parchment or
be accursed forever!
sSign-and not only for yourselves, but
for all ages. For that Parchment will be
the Textbook Of Freedom-the Bible Of
the Rights Of Man forever!
sSign--for that Declaration will goforth
to American hearts forever. and speak to
those hearts like to the voice Of Cod
And lis word will not be done, until
throughout this wide continent not single
- .L--r s----I ----- .i-~ Srra,- -c.ha British
King!
Nay. do not start and whisper with sur
prise? 1t is truth, your hearts witness it,
God proclaims it-this Continent is the
property Of free people, and their property
alone. God, | say, proclaims il! Look at
this strange history Of band Of exiles and
outcasls suddenly transformed into people
look at this wonderful Exodus Of the OPP
pressed Of the Old World into the New,
where they came, weak in arms but mighty
in God-like faith--nay, look at this history
Of your Bunker Hill--your Lexington
where band of plain farmers Knocked and
down the panophy Of British arms
and tell me, if you can, that God has not
given America to the free2
lit is not given 10 our poor human intel
lect to climb the skies, to pierce the counsels
Of the Almighty One. But methinks stand
among the awful clouds which veil bright
ness of Jehoyah's throne. Methinks see the
Recording Angel--paIe as an angel is pale,
weeping as an angel can Weep-come trem-
bling up to that Throne, and speak his
proud message
Father the Old world is baptized in
blood Father, il is drenched with the
blood Of millions, butchered in war in per-
secution, in slow and grinding oppression !?
with one glance of Thine
Eternal eye, look over Europe, Asia, Africa,
and behold evermore, that terrible sight,
man trodden dow beneath the oppressor's
feet-nations lost in blood Murder and
Superstition walking hand in hand over the
graves of their victims, and not single
voice TO whisper Hope 10 Man!
He stands there, the Angel, his hands
with the black record Of human
guilt. But bark The voice OF Jehovah
speaks out from the awful cloud-sLet there
be light again. Let there be New World.
Tell my people-the poor-the trodden-
down millions, TO go out from the Old
World Tell them to go out from wrong,
oppression and blood-tell them TO 60 out
from this Old World--to build up my alter
in the New