The Lancaster gazette. (Lancaster, Ohio) 1846-1852, 1847-11-19
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WAR WITH MEXICO.
WORD WITH OUR AxKElcAS MosrTORs.

II AlAlOOs
WORD WITH OUR AMERICAN MosIToRs.
II any Of our American contempora.
ries, who very frequently quote. and at
times, contest opinions delivered in this
journal, eau to our shame discover in any
Of its numbers any advocacy or lauda-
ton of war waged by English injustice or
English ambition-if they can confound
US by producing any paragraph to glorify
military slaughter-if they can anywhere
throughout these pages, detect a desire
to raise above all others,
a sordid man, whose trade is blood"
TO the eminence of worlds benefactr
why, then, for the committed error, we
confess ourselves deserving of the Amer
ican ink with which--some what to our
surprise, we allow--we have of late been
spattered. We then own, that we have
merited the tattooing that sundry quilts
have inflicted upon US; for that we have
ventured to express our adherence of
the atrocities Of war, perpetrated in the
name Of liberty, in Mexico.
We have been told to "look at that af-
fair at Copenhagen" We have been
desired TO run our Eye along 10 India
and China" Does past bloodshed justi-
fly present carnagel Are murdered
thousands, green in death, and fostering
in the sun, less horrible, less accusatnry
of the wisdom and beneyoleuce of hu-
manify, because of the slaughtered tens
of thousands long since resolved into the
elements of the earthl Is the ghastly
battlefield of to day made less gbasty
by the battle-graves Of even centuries
pastl Can time consecrate murder? If
so, let all future homicides plead the pre-
cedent of CAIN.
We may, however, be permitted to re-
ply to our transatlantic monitors, that we
hare run oureye along to India and China,
following the bloody line there tracked
by massacre; aud ere this journal was in
existence did then lin pages very famil-
lar to the American world--denounce the
evil; and to the best of our powers did
endeavor to separate the bloody wicked
ness of war, from the false glory with
which the craft of rulers have, TO the
wrong and misery Of tue world invested
it. In these pages, as elsewhere, we
have never lost seemly opportunity to
expose and lay bare the big bully, Glory;
we have never failed to attempt to re
solve the military laurel into its first ele-
ments; and what are they, at the best,
but blood and tearsl
/ We have lamented the war with Mex
leo, and we have never scrupled to con-
denim the vaingloriousness with which, in
certain American prints, the success Of
the war has been whooped and hallowed
When America rising like one man a.
gainst the foolish tyranny Of King-ft-
ter to guide team of oxen than State
when she struck for freedom and won
it-and there lives not an American who
more rejoices at that victory than we dc
-thenindeed, she had reason for deer
gladness, was justified by the sacred cause
for which she struck, to rejoice with all
her heart, and all her soul, and all he
strength. But what, at the best, is tn
conquest of Mexicol What is it but tn
strong succeeding against the punyl-
Let US even grant it TO be needful tha
the weak should be coerced. Should tn
giant blow the trump so very boisterous
, ly, aud wear such a blush of laurel !:
/, his casque, because he has beaten pig
, , miesl Surely. it is difficult for GU Ii
YER to gather wreaths in Lilliput. A
me rica, too, has nobler victories, past all
, to come. Let her then,
Turn with mild sorrow from the victors car.
Aud the low puppetry Of thrones, she has dou
this To muse
2 On the blesi triumph. when the patriot sage
Called the red lIghtnings from the DER ruslir
=, clond.
And dashed the beautious terrors on the earth,
Smiling majesiic'"
But, we fear, it is too common weak
ness of men, who only shed ink. to thin
the shedding of blood-with the atten
dunt firing aud stimulus of flags an
drums and trumpets-a glorifying en-
ployment of our kind. To these folks
: war, like tempest, is very grand sigh
!. at distance. Thousands lying dead an
wounded in the Ga@etie impart myste
: rious, bu, withal apeasurable excitemen
1t is otherwise, we take it, with the ma
3 who stumbles over the field itself-whos
eyes are bloaied with death and agony i
J inconceivable looks of horror-whos
u stomach heaves at the putrid mass
} whose heart shrinks at the groans an
= : cries of mutilated men. The beauties {
war are to be truly seen where war ha
: done his work-in his bloody undress {
wounds and gashes. Now, folks, wit
pen, ink, and paper, are apt TO prank tn
ogre in gold and scarlet, with not featf
l. er ruffled-trim and point device; war
$ review. When the sergeant gulls tn
J recruit, he talks of glory; but not wor
!" of wooden legs.
: Nevertheless, soldiers-men who's
: fields have been other than foolscap-al
> themselves apt to strip their trade to Il
. naked truth. at must be confesse
gentlemen" said Sir Harry Smith, son
weeks since, when feasted by old SC
. . dies at the Thatched House, "that ou
! is damnable profession" No veterj
! denied the desolate verify.
"Ours is a damnable profession!"-
: This would be a significant sentenC
h painted in blood.re letters in every me
D. room. Ours is damuable profession
i Very hard, but very true syllables the,
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