Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1847-05-07


90 and mangled into all those nameless shapes
'i'a' haunt even the goddess warriors memo
~! Over the whole, wave the fety hosts.
charging and re'reaiing, struggling and plunu-
ing "eading the dying and the dead togeth-
er into the soil.
me contest has been raging forho,rs. vel,
the ehlps. all dismantled. sill keen nm , do.
t~ruetlve FIRE, and the batteries thumb, hi.
stern defiance. Evening draws on-,bsro -
a horrible gloom. Vast clouds of sulnhn+y
smoke roll heavily upward and hide lie
'"lhkilng stars. Suddenly a line of Iinb,
s'teaIns up from one Of the 1oiliug ba,,eries.
u Arches hlgl over The city. The hovitzcrs
nave 3egun inelf rain Of death. Rockets
an" red-hot balls and whistling shells 6l the
aiF' ana shower down upon the very heart of
,ne dense metropolis. They pierce the roofs
-they scatter ruin In every apartment. Men,
women and Innocent children run shtiekinr
through the streets. The solemn bell in he
lower OF the City Hall now tolls the dead
iui Ire alarm-but no engines roll along tho
pavement TO quell The spreading fumes. fhe
fire Companies lie stretched in death alunr
the slippery wharves. Night settles unonn
the devoted city. Volumes Of fame are seen
49, i'1''NiS ANilIiA ihllbhoiN UP 10 TIE Say.
Domes, %turrets, and steeples CLEAN horribly
in The reflected light. Red.hot cinders and
sheets Of glowing canvass rush up in whirl-
Ing eddies, aud are last in The dismal clouds.
The devourlng element sweeps on like the
ocean billow, wrapping all in its drcajful
shroud. That bell keeps tollinr on; bu;
above its doleful tones You hear the crash of
falling blocks and the roar of moving multi
tndes. Vast stores of spirits, campline, and
other "ombusiibles necessarily explode, fill
ing the air with blazing tiles, and shakinU
The solid ground work Of the city. Strong
bietzes rush in from every quarter toward the
sea Of fire. It's red surges, waving to and
fro, now roar through the broad Avenues, and
now, curling round some towering spirr, lick
the clouds with their spray. Huge breakers |
roll over The rock.built squares and dash their
heads high against the moveless domes. o.
cean, land and sky kindle up with the un-
glare. The heavy cannonadinp in
the Harbor comes booming mp amid The con-
%vulsions of the expiring city, like 'thunder
lar away D, II Is a scene of woe and ter
rT unutterable! Let not the pen of Histo-
ry attempt 10 chronicle it, or the tongue Of
speak its internal horrors. On the
pages Of Eternal Justice those deeds Of tow
erlng crime are Observation-Disclosures those tears
of blood are traced, God shall unCoId Tho
fearful record. when he si,teth to inJge ,be
wolil.
And rr,s ia ,Lo w,r;-
ry"-rHIs the Cureral pvre At which bo liGhts
his illckering torch Of Fame Reader, |
have sketched you the first act in the Drama
81 War. Think not that its scenes arc over
drawn. | appeal 10 the chronicles of nations,
II more than a faint echo of The murdernus
notes Of war, sounds in NV lumbeTing stvle,
Lee, Austerlit2 sneak-let Noscow-le9, W..
erIoo thunder. nv moor tale will h. htard M
more.
Yes-IIistorv tes,i6es that ,hese econcs
are but a 1.-THE of what Won and / should wiz.
ness, were war to visit This Continent. Yet
were setking to bring upon you.* This is
what your bullying towards at WASHINGTON
courteJ what your venerated Quincy Adams