The Kalida venture. [volume] (Kalida, Ohio) 1841-1865, 1847-04-09
From the Philadelphia Saturday Courier
LEGENDS OF THE REVOLUTION.
ms BIZ oRoReE LIPPARD.
THE GLORY OF THE LAND OF PENN.

Beautiful ia her solitary graudsur--fair as
|. sYssn isiand in desert waste, proud as a
lonely eolsma, reared in tho Wilderness
rises the land Of Psnn, in the history Of
America. .
Here. beneath tho Eln Of Shackamaxon,
Was srs, reared the holy altar Of Toleraslon.
Here, from the halls Of the old Sfe'e
House, was Hrst proclaimed that Bible Of Inc
Rights Of Man--the Declaration OF iads-
psHdenes. -, ~,
Here. william Penn, asserted the mild
teachings OF a Gospel, whose every wore
wa, Leye. Here, Fnnklia drew down the
ligh,niaQs frorn.ihe sky, aud bent the science
Of ages 10 the good Of toihng man Here
Jefferson stesd forth, the consecrated FRO
phet Of Freedom, proclaimiag, from lnde-
psndenes Hall, the des,iay Of Continent
the freedom Of a People.
Here, that bnnd Of men, compared 10
whom tho Senators Of Rene dwInale mo
narish demasoQues,--ths Continental Con
srs.s-...beld their solomn deliberations, with
the halter and the axe before their eyes
New England we love for her Adams hef
Ha.cocks. and her Wurrens. Her battle
6olas Of Bunker Hill aad Concord and Lex
isrton speak to Us with voice that can
never die. The South, tso, ardent IN nor
fisry blood, luxurant in flowers and hruhs'
We love Car her Jefferson, her Lees, her ,m-
mortal Patrick Henry. Net rood OF hef
soil but is richer for tho martyr bloed OIL
heroes.
But while we leve the North or tho South
for their Revolutionary glorss, we must con-
f.ss tha, tho land Of Penn claims glory
higher and holisr than either. Inc eie.y
ef the Revolution 10 hers, but the mild llgh'
Of seisncs irradiatss her hills, the pure uos-
pol Of William Penn shines forever over INC
pages Of her past. c.,
While we point to Maryland fer her Cal-
vert and her Carroll, to Jersey for her VITA.
erspoon, TO Delaware for her k'rkweod ana
MClane-vhile we bow 10 the Revolution
xry fame Of New England and the Souih, we
mus, confess ,hs. the land OF Penn has ssen
snissrably neglected by history,
Ills a singular fact that, while oil otaer
states have their sulogisis, their historians,
and their orators, 10 speak Of their past
slory, their present prosperity, and their tu.
ture fame, vet has Psansylvania been na-
,lsctsd: she has been sighted by the MS
torian; her t.iumphs and her glories have
been made q mstisr Of sparse and gene1ai
narrative.
Our own fair land Of Penn has nc orator
10 celebrate her gloriss, to point to her past; +;
shs has no Pisrpont TO hymn hor lllus'rlous
dead; no Jared Sparks to chron'sls her Rev
, elutioaary grandeur.
And ys, the green field Of Germantown
The twilight vale Of the B'andywlns, IN
hlood-nurtured sell Of Paoli oil have theif
msmorise Of the Past, all are stored win
tAeir sacred treasure of whitened bones
Trom the far North, old Wyoming sends
forth her voiss--from her hills OF grandsu
and her valliss of beauty she sends her voice
and q. the sound the Mighty Dead OF the
land efPssn sweep by, solemn pagean! o
the Past The character Of the PehRsylvan
ian has been meckiHgly derided, by adven
tursrs from all parts Of The Unien. We have
bees told that our psepls--ths Penasylvan
iaus--had no enterprise. no energy, no sirik
ius and effective qualities. Southern chi
yalry has taunted Us with our want Of darinl
ardcr in the resentment Of insults; Northern
speculation has dsridsd our sluggishness il
falling into all the mad adventures Of thss'
gambling and meney-makiag times.
To tho Nsr,h we make no reply. LIE
eur mountains, with their stores of exhaust
less wealth, answer; let the meadows o
Phiiadslphia, the rich plains Of old Berks
the green fields Of Lancaster answer; le
eld Susquebonna, with her people Of iro1
O. nerve, and her mountan-shores OF wsalt
aad cultivation, send forth her reply.
And TO the South--what, shall bs ou
answsri They ask fer our ilustrious dead
They psint to the blood-stalned fields 9 .
Caroline. They ask, where are your fisld
ofbsttlsi They point to MarioA--te suml
ter--te Lse-to all the host Of heroes VIII
blass along the Southern sky" Pennsylvar
ians, where are your heroes Of tho Rev0ll
a sisni" gA
They need no. ask their question ms'
than enee. For, at,he sound, from his la'
rolled grave in old Chester, springs to III
lssain The hero Of PennsylvaRia''s olden tim
The undaunted General, the man OF rag
and Of Stony Point, whose charge was lk
the march OF the hurricane, whose night-a
sault scared the British as though thunde
belt had fallen in their midst.
We need net repent his name. The age
q 'matren, sitting at the farm-hsuso dser Of o
Chester, in the calm Of summer twligl
sne.ks that name 10 the listening group
srand-childrsn, and the old Revolutions
trembling on the verge Of the grave. his i
tellsc. faded, his mind broken, and his mel
ory gone, win star, and tremble with ne
.li;fs AZ ihe narne. and M he brushes the te