The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1852-05-01

when I tell you that beyond the cloud
that now -nshrouds US, see gathering
thick and fast, the darker cloud and
blacker storm of Divine retribution.
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!
Ave, if in the vast solitude of eternal
space, if in the heart Of the boundless
, universe, there throbs the being OF an
awful God, quick to avenge, and sure
to punish guilt, then will the man Geo
Brunswick, called King, feel in his brain
and his heart, the vengeance of The eter-
nal Jehovah! A blight will be upon
his lif--a withered brain, and an &C.
cursed intellect; blight will be upon
his children and on his people. Great
God, how dread the punishment!
A crowded populace, peopl,ng the
dense towns where the man of money
thrives, while the laborer starves; want
striding among the people in all its forms
OF terror; an ignorant and God-defying
priesthood chuckling over the miserles
of millions; proud and merciless no.
bility adding wrong to wrong, and heap
ing insult upon robbery and fraud; roy
atty corrupt to the very heart, and aris-
tocracy rotten to the core; crime and
want linked hand in hand, and tempting
men to deeds Of woe and death-these
are part of the doom and retribution
that come upon the English throne and
the English people!
Soldiers look around upon your
familiar faces with strange interest.
Tomorrow morning we will 60 forth
to the battle-for need | tell you that
your unworthy minister will march with
you invoking Gods aid in the fight
we will march forth to battlel Need |
exhort you to fight the good fight, to
fight for your homesteads, for your
wives and children!
My friends, might urge you to fight
by the CALLING memories of British
wrong. Walton-l might tell you Of
your father butchered in the silence OF
the night on the plains of Trenton;
might picture his grey hairs dabbled in
blood; | might ring his death shrek in
your ears. Shelmire-I might tell you
of butchered mother, and sister out.
ragged; the lonely farmhouse, the night
assault, the roof in flames, the shouts oil
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 colo:s
of the terrible reality, If thought youl
courage needed such wild excitement.
| But | know you are strong in the
might of the Lord. You will march
forth to battle on the morrow with light
hearts and determined spirit, though
the solemn duty-the duty of avenging
the dead-may rest heavy on your souls
And in the hour of battle, when oil
around is darkness, lit by the lurid can
non glare, and the piercing musket flash
when the wounded strew the ground
and the dead litter your path-then re-
member, soldiers, that God is with you
The eternal God fights for you-he ride.
on the bat.le-cloud, he sweeps onward
with The march Of the hurricane charge
God the awful and infinite, fights foI
you, and you will triumph.
'fhey that take the sword, shall per.
ish by the sword"
You have taken the sword, but not ir
the spirit of wrong or ravage. 70,
have taken the sword for your homes
for your wives, for your little ones. Yo,
have taken the sword for truth, and JUS
tice, and right, and to you the promise
is-be of good cheer, if your foes have
taken the sword in defiance of all tina
men hold dear, in blasphemy of Cod
they shall perish by the sword.
! And now, brethren and soldiers, bid
you all farewell. Many of It's may fall
in the battle OF tomorrow. God res
the souls Of the fallen Many of us ma,
live to tell the story of the fight to-mor
row, and in the memory of all will evel
rest and linger the quiet scene of thi.
autumnal night.
Solemn twilight advances over the
valley, the woods on the opposite heights
fling their long shadows over the greer
of the meadow: around us are the tent,
of the continental host, the suppressed
hustle of the camp, the hurried tramp
of the soldiers to and fro among the
tents, the stiffness and awe that mark.
the eve of battle.
When we meet again, may the shad
ows of twilight be flung over peaceful
land. God in heaven grant 1t.
| There Is now living in France ar
old soldier with false leg, false arm
a glass eye, complete set Of false teeth
silver nose covered with a substance