Eastern times., 1855-04-12

from ice and snow, like that which lay acros:
the Delaware, upon hordes like those of the
Hessians at Trenton-then will lower Wash
ington down into Fabius. This comparison
of our heroes with the barbarian demigods o.
Rome, only illustrates the poverty of the mind
that makes it.
Compare Brutus, the assassin ofhis friend
with Washington. the deliverer of his people
Cicero, the opponent of Cataline, with Hen
ry the champion of continent! What beg
gary of thought. Let US learn to be a little
independent, to know our great men as they
were, not by comparisons with the bs|1ariau
heroes of old Roms.
Let US learn that Washington was no neg
ative thing, but all chivalry and genius.
1t was in the battle of Brandywine that this
truth was made plain. He came rushing on
to battle. He beheld his men hewn down by
the British. He heard them shrek his name,
and regardless of his personal safety, he rushed
to join them.
1t was at this moment that Washington
came rushing on once more into battle
Yes. it was in the dead havoc of retreat
that Washington, rushing forward in the very
melee, was entansled in the enemy's troops on
the top of a high hill, southwest of the meet.
ing house, while Pulaski sweeping with his
! grim smile, to have one more bout with the
| red coats
! Washington was in terrible danger-his
troops were rushing TO the south-the British
/ troopers sweeping up the hill and around him
while Pulaski, on hill some hundred yards
distant, was scattering a parting blessing
among the hordes of Hanover.
1t was glorious prize, this Mis,her Wash
ington in the hearts of the British Army.
Suddenly the Polander tuMed-his eve
caught the sight of the iron gray and his rid
er. He turned TO his troopers his wiskered
lip was wreathed with grim smile-he wav-
ed his sword-he pointed to the iron gray and
his rider.
There was but one movement,
With one impulse that IRON band wheeled
their war horses, and then a dark bodye solid
and compact, wassspeeding over the valley,
like thunder-bolt sped from the heavens
three hundred sword fose glttering in a
faint glimpse Of sunligit- land in front of the
avalanche, with his fori1s raised to his full
height, dark frown4 4onsshis brow, fierce
smile on his lip, rode Pulaski, like spirit
reused mo me. by the fhlmdeT-boIt he rode
his eyes were fixed on the iron gray and his
rider-his band had but one look, one will,
one shout, WASHINGTON!
The British troops had encircled the A mer-
lean leader-already the head of that traitor,
Washington, seemed to yawn upon the gates
of London.
But what trembling OF earth in the valley
yonder. What means il! What terrible
beating of hooE, what does it portend
That ominous silence-and now that shout ;
not of words or of name, but that half yell
half hurrah, which shrieks from the iron men
as they scent their prey! What means il
all
Pulaski is on our track the terror of the
British army is in our wake
And on he came, he and his gallant band.
A moment and be had swept over the British
ers-crushed, mangled, dead and dying, they
strewed the green sod-he had passed over
the hill, he had passed the form of Washing
tom
Another moment, and that iron band had
wheeed-back to the same career of death
they came. Routed, defeated, crushed, the
| red-coats flee from the hill, while the iror
band swept round the form of George Wash
ington-they encircle him with their forms o
oak their swords of steel the shout of hi:
name shrieks through the air, and away to the
American host they bear him in all soldier.
JOY.
1t was at Savannah that night came down
upon Pulaski.
Yes, see him now, under the gloom o
night riding towards yonder rampant, hi.
black steed rearing aloft, while two hundred
of his own men follow at his back.
Right on, neither looking to the right o
left he rides, his eye fixed upon the cannon o
the British5 his sword cleaning over hi
head
!. For the first time they heard that war cry
'Forwarts, Brudern, Forwarts i
Then they saw the black horse plungin.
forward, his fore feet resting on the cannon o
the enemy; while his rider rode in all th
pride of his form, his face bathed in flush O
red light.
The flash once gone, they saw Pulaski NJ
more. But they found him. yes, beneath tn
enemy's cannon, crushed by the same gun tha
killed his steed. Yes, they found him, tn
horse and rider, together in death, that nobl
face glaring in the midnight sky, with glass
eye. So in his glory he died. He died Will
America and Poland were yet in chains H
died in the stout hope that both one day voul
be free. With regard to America, his hope
have been fulfilled; but Poland
Tell me, shall not the day come when yon
der monument, erected by those warm South
ern hearts, near Savannah, will yield up it
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