Smyrna times., 1854-11-22
Original 9rtttlt.
Written for the Smyrna Times.
GEORGE SHIFFLER,
The Martyr Native.
BY r. d. NIKE.

tread the streets of brotherly love, traverse the
avenues laid out by William, the plain. Il is
morning, beautiful morning, painted on earth
and heaven. The day God wreaths his face in
apparent treble light, for freedom sons assem-
BILE to commemorate glorious era.
Early morning, and u young man kneels be-
side fond mother, and his voice floats up TO
glory realms-his voice is heard by great
God. Morning, and this brighl-eyed champion
Of liberty prays for peace, for plenty; with his
arms about that mothers neck. lIark sacred
is the place and hallowcd those tones that in
their mellowness wax strong, and part the
summer currents like condensed munlcd thun-
dcr-that young mans soul is fixed with inten-
slty-that mothers form covers at the enthu-
siasm, but not in fear-yslbllity mingles and
commingles with invisible spirits seen by none
save that knceling form.
Early morning, and the pillars of superstition
still half concealed slumLer in quietness. None
are travelling yet in the quarter where we
now stand; and the monarch pile, the house of
the virgin, emits no sound. Come, we will
enter. Close behind yon massive column, be-
hold him, the satellite OF this superb edifce, the
master Demon spirit, his eye flashes forth fire
ofsanctity. This grizzly haired being is lover
lover Of Plus Power and the Virgin. What
doth he here amid this loathsome band OF
hardened men!
List if We would know. This is the auspi-
cious time we grow strong-we are mighty,
saith he. Not gallant barque that parts the
dark waters, but what adds to our ranks--but
what swells our army. Our name is legion,
and ourpassword Death. Death to the hcretcs
-annhllation to these boosted SONS of liberty.
Tracklcs3 as the wind, and ccaseless as the
bloodhound, are our spies; and rapid the
electric fluid of the tempest do we communi-
cate. Men, ye have work to do--now is the
time for ye to show your yalor-for we to strike
the home blow. To-day is the appointed time,
to-day one signal victory here shall be the bea-
con light everywhere. Every battle-blade
shall be frightened, and every sword that
: trckles with heretical blood shall be moored
with its possessor in glory. I swear it-sweal
it by the sainted form of yondcr Beauty (and
his finger extended towards the Virgin Nary
| Are we ready ready to muster lion-strengtl
TO fight Tor Rome, free home, and Liberty
Can ye swear in this holy place. that ever,
American shall be our foe, be he relative o
friend! Aye, see it in your eycs-a might.
power who grants me sway whispers the an
swer." *n
And they arose simultaneously, and one voic
:, cried: ave swear-we swear TO do the biddin
:, of our Holy Pope"
4 Midday, and martial music floats along tn
c. streets, swells tremendously in gorgeous hal
* in deserted alley, and striped burners wave'
y and booming cannons hallow forth their thu
dering tones. Midday, aud buoyant youth triI
along all joyous AMI holry age smiles in hear
= felt mirth. Midday, on which a country r
deemed made mighty world tremble. al
te brought benign smile from an eternal Go
~ which to-day shines with rcdoubled fcrvc
elk with heavenly beauty. lis breath fans Il
on striped flag that your only son carries al
panoplies his form with freedoms garb. Pro
II and erect, master spirit, meet command
nf for those stalwart men. See the unearth
brightness leap to that young mans eye,
strong form culver with emotion, his lofty br.
contract with anger. Look, arrayed in FAINT
:, teal costumes, with hellish stamps upon dem
q faces, and the hated ensign of royalty wavi
in the same air, which God gave to free An
f i,s. RIGA. Behold the renegades of distant la
- the ernissaries of Holy Plus. Near and s
a5e nearer they come-a collision is inevitable
ting Look Oh, Heavens Eternal canopy of Coli
n ~, 70 bia veil your frightened light; yon devi
f, human guise hath hurled pissel into the c.
y airs pact ranks of freedoms own. a
And cleaning blades flash, cracking a
.oun. reyerbcrate, and commotion reigns supreme
-, Look again: the spanged banner sways
:, an aspen, it bows to the tempest; ha it f
y for the stay so proudly given hath fallen,
State its unsoiled silk wraps the noble form of
plov mornings praying son bathed in blood.
sntof fight still RACES, and the wounded cries
magic word vengeance, which doubles the pt
= tor battle, that mighty word ShiifIer, I"
to tile hell-hounds, for Shifiler hath fallen.
iee' Warmer and warmer wakes the contest
~, If nearer and nearer cometh night; yet still
about theIe - no abatement Ahe war cry reve
The ates for our lives and the Pope,and the res
prop' ing answer strong, in stentorian tones, G
-, out the evening breeze and parts the dark
Af'' air. "Our Country Shifiles.'caid g aaTo.
--a-. ''ris night, dark stilly night, lumed a
ice. BY the. blaze Of q noble pile, the home
8N& .'-is.