Litchfield enquirer. [volume] (Litchfield, Conn.) 1829-current, 1853-08-18

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turn and beg for mercy:
Where will yoa end il j?
Not from God. Tor you have blasPhem
ed his laws
Not from the peopl" for you stand
bap,ixd in their blood
Here you turn. and 10 q gibbel |
There, and scaffold stares you in the
face
All round you: death bat nowhere
pity
Now. executioners Of the human race
kneel down. yes, kneel down upon the
sawdnst Of the scaffold /; lay your per.
fumrd heads upon The block: bless the
axe as It falls: the axe you sharpened
Cor The poor mans neck
Such is The message Of that DECLARE.
ton to Man. to the Kings Of the would |!
And shall We falter sOsO 2 And shall We
start back appalled, when our feet press
the very threshold Of Freedom E? Do v"u
see quailing faces around you. vi en- our
wives have been bu'cberrd. when the
near, hsIones Of our land are red with the
blood at lille children?
What are the shrinking hearts or ial<
tering voices here. when the very dead
If our battle fields arise. and call upon
us 10 sign that Parchment or be accurs-
ed forever
SteN! if the next moment the gibbet's
rope is round you, neck /! Sign! if the
next moment this Hall rings with the
echo of the falling axe! Sign by all
your hopes in life or death as husbands !;
fa,hers-as men-sign your names 10 the
Parchment or he accnrsed forever
Sign not only for yourselves. hut for
all ages for that Parchment will be the
Text Book Of Frredom-lhe Bible Of lh-
Rights Of Man forever, !
Sign for that Declaration will 60
forth TO American hearts forever, and
speak to those hearts like the voice OF
Godl Add its wo'k will not be done,
until throughout this wide continent moi
single inch Of ground owns the sway Of
British KING.
Nay. do not start and whisper with
surprise! I, is truth. your own hearts
witness it-God procIaims i.-this con
,irent is the property Of free people.
and their property alone. God, say.
proclaims it Look at this strange hi.
tory Of band Of exles and ouicasts sud-
denly transformed into a PEopLE--l"ok
at this wonderful exodus Of the opp,es-
sor OF the Old World into the New, where
they came. weak in arms. bat mighty in
! GoG-lke failh-ray. look at the histOry
Of your Bunker IliIl-your Lexington
where band of plain "a, mers m 3cked
and lramplrd down the pa,"ply Of Bit
ish aims. and then tell me. If you Can.
that God has not given America TO the
free!
Il is not given TO our poor human in
tellec, to climb the skies. to pierce the
counsels Of the Almighty One. But me
thinks l stand among the awful clouds
which veil the brightness Of J"hovah's
throne. Me,hinks I zee the Recording
Angel-pale as an angel is pale. weep.
ing ss An angel can wrep-come nrmb
ling up 70 that Throne, and speak his
dread message
| Father! The Oil World is baptized
in blood! Father /! il is d.enched with
the blood Of millions. buichered in war.
in persecution. in slow and grinding op
preston! Father! lock ever Europe.
Asia and Afica-look and behold ever
n,o,e that terrible sight-man troddrn
bent ath the opp,essM's destinations
lost in blood; murder and super .ti,ion
walk hand in hand over the graves Of
their victims. lia,k! Me,hinks | hea,
The voice Of Jehovah speak from out the
cloud Let there be Light! Tell my
people. ii,r poor. the down>irddsn mil
lions of the earth. 10 60 out from the Old
World into the New (; tell them 20 go out
f,om w,ong. and oppression. and blood :
tell them I" go out fiom the Old Would,
and build up my altar IN the New!
As God lives. my friends. brliev. il
10 be His voice. II my soul we've ITEM
bling on the last wing ut etc nifty; IL Thu
ann we're freezing with death; il this
Voice wee choking in death. would s'il
with the last impulse Of voice. the last
wave OF The hama implote you TO senlen
bes the truth God has gwen Amelic.
70 be feel Yes. as | sank down in's
the gloomy shadows of The grave. viii
nv last grasp. would beg y"u TO sigr
that Parchment in the name Of the ON
who made the Savior. who seIeemrd sOi
in the name Of the millions whose very
breath is now hushrd. 10 intense exprc
,a,ion. and they look mp 10 You for awfu
words--YOU ARE FREE!
/ o. many years have gone since iha
hour the Speaker. his brethren. all has.
c,umbled inio dust but it would require
an angels prn to picture the magic q
that Speakers look. the deep, terrible
emphasis Of his vmce. the prophet-Iik'
beck'nins Of his hand. the magnetic aam'
~hich. shooting from his eyes, s"on 6set
. evry heart throughout the HALL