The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1851-06-28

veycd the OF cts Of hisaIeCtion, doubt
less revolving new thoughts, how to-
morrow'S labor should be best applied, TO
multiply their comfort and his own.
That God, in whom We all live and
move and have our being, had granted
him lite and breath, and an honest heart
mad given the will to devote them to the
honorable pursuit Of the peculiar duties
Of his station. In land Of law, where
thessrlghts and the lie OF the humblest
citizen are guarded and protected, with
as Jealous care as those of the most eX-
allied, he could feel no alarm from the
apprcach OF lawlcsS outrage: from per-
Sonal maIignity he had 30 cause to dread
injury, because with his dying breath
he uttered his belief that he had not an
enemy upon the wide surface OF the
earth.
Surely if peace, domestic peace which
even a demon would hesitate to invade.
can be pictured to the eve Of fancy, it is
to be found in such scene as was to be
witnessed at the family circle Of VIM.
CoSden, on that evening when, after the
tolls of the day he sat reclining at his
own fire side, with the wife of his bosom
busted at the table with her domestic du-
ties, his infant OF three months in the
cradle beside him, and the sister of his
affections playiuIly amusing herself with
her little relative to make all more
cheerful.
TO that scene, the fell spirit Of mis-
chief directed your steps on that fatal
evening. GuilreSs and harmless them
selves, no member Of that innocent fam
lily had suspected Danger or used any
means to avoid it.
With a willing obedience to the call
which every mornings dawn sends from
Heaven To man, "to rise and pursue his
lobor until night" his window was un-
barred, with no suspicion that a visitor
less welcome than the light Of Heaven,
would seek admitiancc there. Poor
man! how aWiully were all your hopes
in one sad hour blaStcd-and forever
The tale Of horror is too dark, too black
to allow us to find appropriate words to
narrate it. CreduIity ta!ters at the be-
lief of a deed so dalnNinc and so vile.
But it is too true. True, that three men,
or creatures in human form, could re-
lentlr@s.y, inhumanly, indiscrminatplv
imhrue their Sa"age hands in the blood
OF this innocent, happy, and unsuspect-
ing family!
Yes! It's too true, that YOU three mon,
and men youshouId moi be termed il YOU
condition did not in some measure dis
armeven just indignation Of IFS feelings.
You, We're capable ofthis wanton. un-
provoked, and most foultragrdy. When
S@'u had by the first fire through the
window, laid poor Cosden a bleeding
victim before Your eyes, wcloring in
his gore, and in agony fast breathing out
that hte which was the prop, and the
staff OF the helpless females, and still
more helpless infant, did no emotion OF
remorSe penetrate the dark reccsscs Of
those hearts Of stone Did not nature
Tor one moment assert her claim and tell
You "that man is a Brothcr-an unoii-
ending Brother! one who with the
stampot t'od'S own image on his soul, .
should have time and means to prepare
that soul for It's never dying destinv!"
No! No! Il would seem that natures
laws were strange nature sympat.icS
dead, in your souls. Like the wild .
beast IN the desert, you We're but mad !
dened by the human blood YOU had eau
sed flow. Bullet not the frrocious
tiger be dlshonored by the comparison.
lie yields obedience to the instincts, and
the appetites, which have been impress
Sed upon him as the law of his being.
70" could only faach this depth of de-
praviy, BY violating the holy will and
every commandment ofyour Maker |
shndder to speak of the hclIish spirit,
which urged youto the rapid succession
OF hcartIess lnhuman, revolving crime,
which but beht the inmates of Internal
regions, whose wicked propensities have
been cultivated and increased from the
beginning oftime. The mancIcd person
OF your first victim, MORALLY perforated
by bullets, and lying half lifeless, at his
hearth, who permitted to witness, the
cold blooded slaughter of his sister,
and then TO become the object of fur
Their brutal violence, by stabbing and
stamping. But, il there be degrees of
deep and desperate degradation in this
scene, of more Than savage barbaritv,
perhaps the last act of this terrific trare-
dy, may be regarded as the climax. A
poor helpless female, with a face pale
from disease, and doubly pale from ter
ror, lay PROSTATE on her bed. To the
monster who approached her, She raised
her eyes, her hands, and her prayers, I'M
plorlng that heI life might be spared.
The untamed savage Of the aboriginal
forest, with no knowledge of woman's
claims, or mans obligations which all,
in civilized life, recognize, obeying only
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