The northern galaxy. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1844-1848, 1847-10-12
WHICH FOLLOWED BENEDICT ARNOLD TO
HIS GRAVE.
BY GEORGE LiPPARD,

When we look for the Traitor again, we
find him standing in the steeple Of the New
London Church, gazing with calm joy
upon the waves of fire that roll around him.
while the streets beneath flow with the blood
of men and women and children.
twas in September, 1851, that Arnold
descended like destroying Angel upon the
homes of Connecticut. Tortured by re-
morse that never for a moment took lis vul-
lure beak fiom his heart. fired by hope to
please the King who had bought him, he
went with men and horses, swords and
torches, 10 deselate the scenes oil his child
tood.
Do YOU see this beautiful river. flowing
so calmly on, beneath the light oil the Stars?
Flowing so silently on, with the valleys, the
hills, the orchards and the plains oil Con-
necticut, on either shore.
On one side you behold the slumbering
towns with the outlines oil Fort Irumbull
rising above ills roof: on. the Other, dark
and massive pile, pitched on The summit oil
rising hills, Fort Griswold.
All is very still and dark, but suddenly
Two columns Of light break into the star lit
sky. One, here. from Fort Trumbull, anoth-
err over the opposite shore, from Fort Girls
void. This column marks the career Of
Arnold and his men, thar, the progress oil his
brother in murder.
While New London, baptized in blood
and flames, rings with dealh-groans-there
are heard The answering shouts OF murder
from The heights Of the Fort, Oh The oppo-
site shore.
While Benedict Arnold stands in the
steeple Surveying the work of assassins,
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man, who finds all defence in vain, rushed
toward the British officer, and surrenders his
sword.
By the light Of the musket flash we beheld
The scene.
Here. the young American, his uniform
torn, his manly countenance marked with the
traces of the fight. There, the British leader
clad in his red uniform, with scowl darken-
ing his red, round face.
The American presents his sword, yoL
see the British graspIt by the hilt, and with
an oath drive it through that Americans
heart transixing him with his own blade!
British magnanimity Now, it cheins Ma
poeon 10 the rock OF St. Helena, poisoning
the life of him, with The prosecutions OF a
knighted Turk, now it hangs the Irish He
70, Emmett, because he dared TO strike one
blow for his native soil. Now il coops few
hundred Scottish men and women, in the
ravinc OF Glencoe, and shoots and burns them
TO death!
British mercy! Witness it. massacre
ground OF Paoli-wi'ness it, gibbet Of The
marlyred Hayne, hung in Charleston, in
presence of his son; witness ii. corse oil Ley
dard, stabbed in Fort Grswold, with your
own surrendered sword
Do not mistake me-do not charge me
with INDUCING a narrow and contracted
national hatred. To me- there are even
TWO Nations OF England. two kinds of En-
glishmen. The England Of Byron and Shaks-
pear and Bulwer. love from my heart. TIE
nation of Milton. OF Hampden, of Sidney,
| hold 10 form but portion Of that great
commonwealth of freedom, in which JEFF
erson, Henry and Wa Ellington w.re broth
| ers.
But there is an England that abhor
There is an Englishman that despise! IL
| is that England which finds its impersona-
ton in the bloody, imbecile George the Third
as weak as he was wicked. as blind as he
was cruel, dwelling idiot, doomed in his
reign Of sixty years, TO set brother against
brother; 10 flood the American Continent
with blood to convulse a world with plumb
ers, and feel al last the judgement oil God,
| in his blighted reason, his demoralized lam
| lily, his impoverished Nation,
Behold him, take the Crown, young and
not unhandsome man. with the ialresf hopes
poisoning around him. Behold him during
The idiocy OF forty years, wandering along
that solitary corridor of his palace, day alter
day, his lip fallen, his eye vacant, his beard
mostened by his tears, while grasplng
moles with his hands, he totters before US,
living witness of the Divine Right OF Kings.
And yet they talk of his private virtues
He was such good, amiable man, and
| gave so many half-pen 10 The poor; he
even took few shilings from the millions
wruE q from the Nation, 10 pamper his roya
babes and bestowed them, in charity, marx
You. upon the-People. whom he had rob
bed
willingly admit his private virtues, Blu
when the King goes up 10 judgement TO an
swer for his crimes, will you tell me wha
becomes of The Man?
There is a king of Englishman that des
pise or ifyou can coin word, 10 express The
| iulIness of honest contempt, speak it, anu
will echo you!
Behold the embodiment of this English
man. IN the person of George the the Third
who alter a life, rich only in the fruits o
infamy. after long years of elaborate pollu
lion. after masing his Court brothel, the
very air in which he walked a breathing
pestilence, went groaning one fine morning
| from his perfumed chamber, 10 an unwe pit
detested grave!
On that grave, not one flower of virtue
bloomed, on that dishonored coarse, lying in
state, not one tear OF pity fell. The me an
est felon may receive on his cold face one
farewell tear-all the Infamous tyrannie;
could cui'q not GI prevent the tears Ofbrave mel
and heroic women falling like rain upon hi:
noble brow. But will you tell me the name
of The human thing that shed one tear-only
one-overGeorge The Third!
1t is thoughts like these that stir my blood
when I am forced 10 record the dastardlJ
deeds performed by British hirelings in our
Revolution.
That single corse of the he roic Ledyard
stabbed with his own sword. should speak It
US with a voice as eternal as the justice o
Heaveni