The Daily Nashville true Whig. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1851-1855, 1855-07-20

million Roman Cathocs-the blind tools of design.
ing foreign Priests, are pouring annually upon our
shores, /, an Irish Protestant, when the Press is
placed at my disposal, should cry, "There is dan.
GER for Gods sake protect yourselves while you can
i knew them, where they burned Bibles, they
murdered heretics they set the Law of the land al
defiance, and would obey no law but the law of the
Church" This is nv crime! This my only crimel
And for this am called sIdve sycopiant and AFFECT.
And by whom? An American Protestant. A
man whose ancestors periled all, for " freedom to
worship God" How long will that freedom last,
when Popery becomes, numerically; supreme? Not
an hour. How often would you, Mr.. Galloway, in
Florence, visit the Methodist Chapel, if the Pope
could pre=ent land he is only waiting numerical
strength All, Sir, there would be no chapel there,
the thunders of the Vatican would raze it from
turrent to Foundation stone, just soon as it mad
subjects enough to carry out its behests.
Again ask: What il my crime? ] entertain
my opinions. And for this, l am held up in
this free Lind, as slave. serf sycophant And this
champion Of the freedom Of thoughti! This head
of a party which processes to stand up like Colos
sus battling for freedom OF opinion in the land
This excited Forentine, who goes about ike another
Old Mortality, with steeled chse and ncessant mall
let to keep fresh and legible, the principles of
liberty Of thought and speech, he calls me slave and
tool, because l do the very thing for which his
party 6ghts! think for myself: but then it does
not suit him.-Sir ! have resisted tyranny every
where. | cannot submit to your dictation. l am
an American Citizen register ed before high heaven,
and hurl back your contemptuous sDeer, with
naughty indignation Serf, slave, sycophant-
Gracious heaven! Citizens of Aberdeen, amongst
whom have spent ten years of my life, does my
conduct justify the accusationf Answer, for you
know me. When did l sue for placer When
have the rich found me their humble servitor or
aolQ - a
did ever swerve from the direct fortnight, that
might thus mount single round of the ladder Of
preferment. Never, never. / have been content
with honest poverty and honest toll and rather than
act the toady. 'Td be a toad and live upon the
vapor of a dungeon" Away then, with your I'M
pertinent insinuation. Away, champion OF freedom
of opinion with your arrogant circumscrpton.
You offer me a compliment, and talk OF my tai
ent, learning, honesty, patriotism. Gramercy for
thy courtesy, good sir but in sooth, 1t comes In
such doubtful company that I care not to receive
it. Such qualities belong not to serfs or syeophants
and one or the other must be. cannot be BOTH
fear, indeed, you write without thought. fear,
having early committed yourself, you are battling
for the sake of consistency against your own habits
of cool thought, till you are somewhat demented.
The American journals, too, have so lashed and
goaded you, that like the angry bull in the amphi
theatre, you shut your eyes and rush manly forward
rock, or tumble into pit.
And here sir would dismiss you with kindness
and sincere sympathy did not the cause OF the great
American party forbid me.
You condesceRd to lecture your slave, and very
eloquently tell me what ought to do. Please ac-
cept a return of the kindness, and let me suggest
to you a wiser and more becoming course than you
have been following.
Instead of employing your time in maligning a
ubic Of Ions hpli il dana IN no
cause of freedom lowering, and would strive to
prevent it-instead Of branding any Protestant for
eigner who chooses to assist in their holy work, as
slaves serfs sycophants-hrst pray for forgiveness
for the past and then, armed in the might of good
cause, and with Heavens smile resting upon you,
go forth, and tell your countrymcn that battle is
approaching such as the world has seen
that America is to be the theatre-that Popery has
planted her foot your fathers SOIL and says it is
all her own-that she is filling it with cowled risr
and shaven monk, and slippery Jesuit-that frail
women are imprisoned forever, in this free land
FOR THE GLORY OF GoDi Tell them, that already
freemen are commanded to dispense from the polls,
for the ballot box is abolished forever-that the
ships coming over the ocean loaded, not with
cannon, but with Papists, who win soon make the
hour propitious-that Pious TX already reaches out
his hand to clutch the bell-rope, whose peal shall
ring the kneU of american treedOml Tell them to
arise and fee to the ballot box now, while the e, II
can be met there. that hereafter they must meet
it with cannon and bayonet, and blood and death
Tell them that freedom, hunted from Europe by
Popish tyranny. is pursued even here, and threat
ened in this her last abode. Do this, and you may
help to consUmmste the glorious end. Do this,
and you will gain peace of mind in the discharge
of your duty. Do it, and your country will love
you, and posterity will call you blessed. But o.
cease these furious onsets-abate your ludcrous
contortions against the American party. Cease
above all, TO revile your frllow-man FOR HIS oPIN
IONS, and seek not to njure those who respect and
desire not ~ annoy you. ~