Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1848-06-29

exiles and outcasts, suddenly transformed
into PEoPLE-Iook at this wonderful Exo-
dus of the oppressed Of the Old Would into
the New, where they came, weak in arms
but mighty in God-ike faih-nav, look at
this history of your Bunker HlII-your
Lexington-where band of plain farmers
Knocked and trampled down the panoply of
British arms, and then tell me, if you can,
that God has not given America TO the frees
sit is not given 10 our poor human INTEL
lect to climb the skies, to pierce the coun-
ellis of the Almighty One. But methnks
stand among the awful clouds which veil
the brightness of Jeho-ah's throne Me-
thinks see the Recording Angel-pale as
an angel is pale, weeping as an angel can
weep-come trembling up to that Throne,
and speak his dread message ..
"'Fa,her! the old world is baptized in
blood Father, it is drenched with the
blood Of millions, bulchered in war, in per-
secu'ion, in slow and grinding oppression.
Fa,her-look, with one glance of Thine E.
ternal eye, look over Europe, Asia, Africa,
and behold evermore, that terrible sight,
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feet-nations lost in bIood-Murder and
Superstition walking hand in hand over the
graves of their victims, and not single voice
to whisper, Hope TO MANI
HE stands there, The Angel, his hands
trembling with the black record of human
guilt. But bark! The voice of Jehovah
speaks out from the awful cloud-'Let there
bo Iiub I bo
Tell my people-lhe poor-lhe trodden
down millions, to 60 out from the Old
World. Tell them to 60 out from wrong,
oppression and blood-leIl them to 60 out
from this Old World-lo build my altar in
the Newp
Gas God lives, my friends, believe that
: to be HIS voice! Yes, were my soul ,reln-
, bling on the wing for Eternity, were this
hand freezing in death, were this voice chok-
ing with the last struggle, would still, with
the last impulse of that soul, with the last
wave of that hand, with the last grasp of
that voice, implore you to remember this
ru,h-GoD has giuen .Anaerica to the free /!
Yes, as sank down into the gloomy sha
dows of the grave, with my last gasp,
would beg you to sign that Parchment, in
the name Of the COP, who made the Saviour
who redeemed you-n the name of the nil
lions whose very breath is now hushed in
intense expectation, as they look up to you
for the awful words-'YoU ARE FREEn p"
O, many years have gone since tina, hour
), 1.-The Speaker, and his brethren, all, have
crumb!ed into dust, but it would require an
angels pen to picture the magic of that
Speakers look, the deep, terrible emphasis
OF his voice, the prophet-like reckoning of
his hand, the magnetic flame which shoot
ing from his eyes, soon fired every heart
throughou, the hall ...
He fell exhausted in his seat, bu! the work
was done. A wild murmur thrills through
the hall.-Sign? Hah? There is no doubt
now. Look! How they rush forward
stout hearted John Hancock has scarcely
time to sign his bold name, before the pen
is grasped by another-anoher and another!
Look how the names blaze on the Parch-
ment-Adams and Lee and Jefferson and
Carroll, and now, Roger Sherman the Shoe
maker.
And here comes good old Stephen Hop
kins-yes, trembling with palsy, he to,ters
forward-quivering from head to foot, with
his shaking hands he seizes the pen, he
scratches his patrio,-name.
Then comes Benjamin Franklin the Pr'n-
ter, and now the tall man in the dark robe
advances, the man who made the fiery
F., speech moment ago-wilh the same hand
. that but now waved in such fiery scorn he
writes his names
And now the Parchment is signed; and
now let word 60 forth to the People IN the
stree,s-to the homes Of AmerIca-,o the
camp of Mister Washington, and The Palace
of George the Idiot-Klng-let word go out
10 all the earth
And, old man in the steeple, now bare
your arm, and grasp the Iron Tongue, and
let the bell speak out the great truth:
|, F1FrY-s1x TRADERS AND FARMERS AND
MECHANICS HAVE THIS DAY SHOCK THE
= sHAcKlEs OF THE WORLD!
Hark! Hank to the toll of that Bell!
Is there no, deep poetry in that sound,
poetry more sublime than Shakespeare or
= Milton
Is there not music in the sound, that re-
D minds Won of those awful tones which broke
from angel-lips, when the news OF The child
Of Jesus burs. on the Shepherds Of Bethle-
hem? ;,
For that Bell now speaks out TO the world,
that
COP HAS GIVEN THE AMERICAN CONT
VENT TO THE FREE-THE TolLING MIL
LIONS OF THE HUMAN RACE-As THE LAST
ALTAR OF THE RIGHTS OF MAN ON THE
c,oRE-rHE HOME OF THE OPPRESSED,
> FoREvERMoRE
*The name of the Orator, who made the last
eloouent appeal before the Signing of the Declara-
ton, is not definitely known. In this speech, it is
nv wish to compress some portion of the fiery elo-