Baton-Rouge gazette. [volume] (Baton-Rouge, La.) 1819-1856, 1852-11-20
Revolutionary Sermon.
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OF Of The revolution. It Is discourse tlet
lvered on the eve Of the battle of Brandy
wine, by Rev. Joab Troute. to large
portion Of the American soldiers, in pres
ehce dfGen Washington, Gen. Wayne
and other officers Of the army.
Settlers dna Coanftymen-We have
met this evening, perhaps. for the last
time We have shared the toll of the
march. the peril Of the fight alid the dis-
may of the retreat alike we have endur.
ed the cold and hunger, the contumely OF
the eternal fpe and The courage Of the
foreign appressot We have sat, night
after tight beside the campfire , we have
together heard the roll OF the reveIle
which called us to duty, or the beat of the
tattoo, Which gave tile Signal for the hat-
dy sleep Of tile soldier, will, tile earth Tor
his bed and the knapsatk for his pillow
And how, soldiers aud brethren, we
have met in this peaceful valley OF the
eve Of battle, while the sunlight Ia dying
away beyond yoiider heights, The sunlight
that Tomorrow morn will glinimer oi,
scenes bf blood. We have met amid the
withefing tents tf our enoampinent in
the time Of terror and gloom have gather.
ed together. God grant that 1t may not
be for HE last time.
II Is Il solerii moment. Is33thren. does
not the solemn voice of nature seem to
echo the sympatlies Of the hour The
aag of our country droops heavily from
wonder staff. the breeze has died away
along the green plain of Chadd's Ford,
the plain that spfeads before us, glitteting
in sunligl,. The heights Of Btandywihe
arises gloomy and grand beyond the wa.
ters of yonder stream all nature holds
pause Of solemn silence OH the eve Of up.
roar aud bloodshed aud strife Of to-mor-
row.
"fhey that take the sword shall perish
by The sword .....
And have they not taken the sword
Let the tiesolate plain. tue blood soddsn
valley, the burned farmhouse baehening
in the sun, the sacked village aud ftvag.
ed town answer, let the whitened bones
of The butchered farmer, strewh along the
fields Of his homestead, answer let The
starving mother, with the babe clihgihg
to wilhered breast that can afford 40
susteliahce. let her answer with the death
ta,tle friugling with tho ninrmuring tones
that marked The last struggle Of lIer life
let the mother aud ier babe answer.
It WAS but day past, and our land slept
in the quiet Of peace War was not here.
Fraud aud woe, and want dwelt not
among us. From the eternal solitude Of
the ereeIi wootls arose the blue smoke Of
The settlers cabin. aud golden fields of
eoru looked from amid the waste Of tho
wilderness. aud the glad music Of human
voices sWuhe the silence Of the forest.
Now. dol Of nercv, behold the change
Under the shadow of a pfetext, under thu
aanttlty OF il.e name of God, invoking the
Redee,er TO their aid do these foreign
billering slay Our people They throhg
our towns they darken our plains, and
now they encompass our posts on The lone
" plain Of Chadd's Ford. .a4
"'I'hey 1l,a, take the sword shall perish
BY the sword
Brethren, think me not worthy Of be-
lief when tell you that the doom of 'he
BritisI, is rear. Think Inc not vain When
tell yo, that beyond the cloud that now
enshroujs us. see gathering thick aud
FAST the darker cloud aud thicker storm OF
divine retribntion
They may conquer ns tomorrow. Might
aud wrong a,ay prevail, aud we may be
driven from the field but the hour OF God g
own vengeance will come.
Ave, If in the vast solitude Of eternal
space, there trobs the being OF an awful
God, quick to aveilge and sure to punish
suiIttben vii the man, George Brunwick,
called King, feel in his brain and heart
the vengeance Of the etefnal Jehovah A
blight viii light upon his life--a withefed
brnin and an accused intellect; n blight
will BE upon his children aud on his peo,
pie. Great God, how dread the punish
mellt.
A crowded populace, peopleihg the
dense towns where the man OF MONEY
.thrives, while the laborer starvesj want
striding among the people in all forms Of
terror ,un ignorant and God4defying
priesthood chuckling over the rtilserIes Of
millions proud and merciless nobility
adding wrong 10 WRONG, and heaping ~,
suit upon robbery aud fraud royalty cor
rupt to the very heart, ard aristocracy rot.
ten 10 the core CRIME aud want linked
hand in hand. aud tempting meh to woe
aud death---these are part OF the doom
aud retribution that shall come upon the
Englsh throne aud the English people
Soldiers i ,ldok around upon you, Ia
miliar faces with strange interest 10
morrow morning we 20 forth to the battle
for heed tell yon that yott unworthy
minister will march with you, invoking
Gods aid in the tight---We will march
forth I'd the battle Need | exhort you
to fight the good fight, % fight for your
homesteads, or your wives and children
My friends, I might urge you to fight
BY the Calling memories OF British wrong
.--Walon-I might tell you Of your ia.
il,er butchered in the silence of the night
on the plains of. Trenton; / might wiring
his death shrek III your ears. Sllelmire--
I might tel! you Of a butchered mother,
and sister outraged, the lonely farm
house, the night assault. the roofin flames,
the shouts Of the troopers as they des-
patched their victims. the cries Of mercy,
aud the pleadings of intocence for pity.
might paint this all again, i'll the vivid
coiors of the terrible reality, if | thought
courage needed such wild excitement.