Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1852-05-20

glad music Of human voices awoke the al.
leDce of the forest.
Now, God of mercy, behold the chanpel
Under the shadow Of a preiext, under the
sanc,i,y Of the name of God, invoking the
Redeemer to their aid, do these foreign
h'reings slay our people They throng
our towns-,hey darken our plains, and now
they encompass our posts on the lonely
plain of Chadds Ford
" They that take the sword, shall perish
by the sword"
Brethren, think me not unworthy Of be-
lief when tell you the doom Of the British
is near. Think me not vain when tell YOU
that beyond the cloud tina, now enshrouds
us, see gathering thick and fast, the dark
er cloud and blacker storm Of Divine retri-
button
They may conquer us Tomorrow Might
and wrong prevail and we may be driven
from this field but the hour Of Gods own
vengeance will come !
Aye, If in the vast solitude of eterna,
space, if in the heart Of the boundless uni
verse, there throbs the being of an awful
God, quick 10 avenge, and sure to punish
guilt, then viii the man George Brunswick,
sailed King, feel in his brain and his heart,
the vengeance Of the eternal Jehovah A
blight will be upon his lle--a wihered
brain, and an accursed intellect: a blight
will be upon his children and on bis people.
Great God, how dread the punishment
A crowded populace, peoplng the dense
towns where the man Of money thrives.
while the laborer starves want striding a.
mong the people in all its forms Of terror /;
an Ignorant and God-deiying priesthood
chuckl.ng over The mserles of millions a
proud aud merciless nobility adding wrong
to wrong, and heaping insult upon robbery
and fraud; royalty corrupt to the very heart,
and arsi0cracv rotten to the core crime
aud want linked hand in hand and tempt
ing men to deeds of woe and death--these
are part of the doom and reirlbution that
come upon the English throne and the Eng
lish people
Sodiers-I look around upon vour faml-
lar faces with strange interest. To-mor
row morning we will 90 forth to the battle
for need tell You that your unworthy
minister will march with YOU invoking
Gods aid in the ight-we will march forth
to battle Need exhort you to fight the
good fight, to fight Cor your homesteads, for
your wives and children
My friends, might urge you to fight by
the CALLING memories of British wrong Wal
! toni might tell you of your father butcher
ed in the silence of the night on the plains Of
Trenton; might picture his grey hairs dab
bled in blood +; might ring his death shrek
in your ears Shemire--I might tell you Of
) buthered mother, and a sister outraged
!, the lonely farmhouse, the night assault the
roof in flames, the shouts Of the troopers as
they dispatched their victims, the cries for
mercy and the pleadings of innocence for
: pity, might paint this all again in the vivid
colors Of the terrible reality. If I thought
your courage needed such wild excitement
But know you are strong in the might
of the Lord You will march forth to bat
, tie on the morrow with light hearts and de-
tcrmlned spirit, though the solemn duty
the duty Of ayengiug the dead may rest
heavy on your souls.
And IN the hour of battle, when all around
is darkness, lit by the lurd cannon glare,
and the piercing musket fash when the
wounded strew the ground, and the dead lit
ter your path-then remember, soldiers, that
God is with you. The eternal God fights
for you-he rides on the bat,le-cloud, he
sweeps onward with the march of the hurri-
cane charge-God the awful and infinite,
lights for you aud you will triumph
\ They that take the sword, shall perish
by the sword"
You have taken the sword, but not in the
spirit OF wrong or ravage. You have taken
the sword Tor your homes, for your wives.
for your little ones. You have taken the
sword for truth, aud justice, and right, and
to you the promise is--be of good cheer,
Tor your foes have taken the sword in def
ance OF all that men hold dear, in blasphe-
my Of God-ihey shall perish by the sword.
And now, brethren and soldiers, | bid
you all farewell. Many of us may fall in
the battle of tomorrow. God rest the souls
of the TALENT MANY of US may live TO tell
the story of the fight tomorrow, and in the
memory of all will ever rest aud inger the
quiet scene of this autumn night.
Solemn twilight advances over the val
/ ley, the woods on the opposite heights fling
their long shadows over the green of the
meadow; around us are the tents of The
continental host. the suppressed hustle Of
the camp, the hurried tramp of the soldiers
to and fro among the tents, the stiffness aud
awe that marks lhe eve of battle.
When we meet again, may the shadows
Of twilight be flung over peaceful land
God in heaven grant II. Let US pray.