Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1854-01-12
Box the Green Mountain Freeman

Mr.. EnIToR To exult over fallen foe is
ungenerous, bnt to wipe the tear from the eye
of sorrow and to condole with those in affection
is chrstian-like. My heart Is moved with pity
as, from day to day, see the haggard looks and
hear the doleful lamentations of the once proud
and naughty, but now humbled and crest-fallen
Wings of Vermont. Piteous and heart-rending,
in the extreme, are the cries the poor fellows
utter in view of their recent overwhelming de-
feat, bat bitter and wicked as hell are the exc
crations they pour, wholesale, upon their polit-
ical opponents, who now, for brief period,
bear rule. Fallen, fallen, fallen from our
high estate and forced to leave the public cribs,
where, for many years, we have been growing
fat at the public expense, is the burden of their
song. Truthful sentiments, and well adapted
to the present forlorn condition of the vanquish.
ed host Their last struggle for power and the
spoils of Office was frightful. Their coming
doom had cast its sombrc shadow before, and
cohaishtk hoptb and fears alternate swaycd
their troablcd minds-they hoped, in vain, that
by some lucky freak of fortune their dreaded
voyage up Salt River might be avcrtcd-they
feared lest their ems should find them out and
justice should be administered to them. Hope
expired and fear survived. As the sceptre de-
parted from them, knowing that the corruptions
of their long administration would be brought
to light, they called, in their despair, for rocks
and mountains to hide them from the impend-
ing storm, but alas, rocks and mountains obey
ed not the call. Next
"Thay call on darkness with alright,
And bid her pour her deepest night
Her clouds impenetrabe bring,
And lille them witt her raven wing"
Then is heard the solemn prayer:
slave pity on a sal abandoned crew,
And we, Oh Lord, will sin no more;
Forgive, forgive our crying sin,
And the Locos may come in"
Some demon seems to have heard tho prayer,
and answers thus: I" Go, sirs, with halters
round your wretched necks, which some contri-
ton foryour crimes bespeaks' AT their down.
fall " Nature lamented little" but greatly did
the people rejoice, and "with the rest of man
kind exclaimed, AMEN
If the Wings have dealt treacherously, verify
they have their reward Let the Bringing abet-
tors of the soul-destroying, God-dishonoring,
hell-desering system of American Slavery, who
now hold the reins Of government in this State,
and in the United States, take timely warning
for unless they repent a like doom awaits them
1t was, indeed, a melancholy sight to see the
Wings, with fearful eyes, gazing intcntly upon
the last pickering rays their star as it sot,"
as all true friends of Freedom hope, forever !
Pale and ghostly were their visages when they
saw, slowly ascending above the troubled politi-
cal horizon, the star of Hunker-D Democracy, ia
twin-sister to the Wing starr They for mo-
mcnt..looked upon its Pickering, sickly light,
and then in truthfulness exclaim
Heavens I q what pigmy souls to empire rseni!
Suffering and bleeding humanity desires that
the bunker star may soon set, and that the
bright star of Freedom may arise and scatter
the darkness of Slavery, and with its golden
rays cheer the hearts of the now down-trodden
and oppressed bondmen of this Christian (!) land
the land of the free, and the home of the
SLAVE! God save the county. When politi-
cal death stared the defunct Wing party in the
face, they were not in a suitable frame of mind
to say, " welcome, death, thou end of fear, &C.,
but, in their madness, they cried, "curse the
liberty of modern days" Then all, save their
noble Chief, in concert shouted sail is lost !"
That Chief, worthy of being leader in bet
ter cause, trembling stood and surveyed the
wreck around him. Disappointment was writ
ten upon his manly conference.-the where $
the wonder, since many of his party refused to
vote for him yet he was calm, and when the
fearful moment came, methinks he, in sweet and
plaintiye accents, sang,
at would not live away!'
and meekly bowed his head to the unexpected
stroke that babe him die, politically, yearling.
He died of want--he wanted votes, poor man
and could not get them. hope the leader of
the present locofoco dynasty of our Green
Mountain State will initiate his virtues, which
are many, and shun his faults, if, indeed, he
has any. QuINrILLus.