Litchfield enquirer., 1856-02-21

cousin; you have found one, who, if yo, go on steadily, will not neglect. yau."
 It is hardly necessary to add. that ih, reli "f papers contained good sppoin. meat at the university of Berlin. and mad. Heinrich Meyer one of the royal preachers
 A REvOLUTIONARY SERMON
 It does us good occasionally to turn uT the old documents relating to the times oi our na,ion's s'rugg for Freedom ReIig. ion and Patriotism were then synonymous terms. The sermon we publish below was delivered on the eve of the battle of Bran- dywine. by the Rev. Jacob Trout, to rge part of the continental army then enramp. ed there, under the command of Gen. Wash ingion. The Comma aaes-in Chief, Gen. Wayne, and a nunlber of other officers, were present during its delivery. Wash ing,on was deeply affected. but it is said that Wayne, during its delivery had been preparing plan of the battle. which was submitted 10 Washington after the close oi the sermon. "Mad Anthony" as he was called, never had much faith in preaching, when there was fighting to do. There con be no doubt however. that this sermon had an important influence on the American soldiers who were present at it's delivery. The text s-lsc,ed was They Ina, take the sword shall perish by the sword -
 SOLDIERS AND OouNrRyMEN We have met this evening perhaps for the last time. We have shared the toll of tue march, tGa peril of the fight. and the dismay of the re- irest ali ve-w. have endured the cold and hunger, the coninmely of the internal foe, md the courage of the foreign oppressor.- We have sat, night after night. beside ,he camp fire, we have together heard the roll of the reveille. which called Us to duty, or he beat of the tat,o. which gave the sig. nal for the sleep of the hardy soldier. with ,he earth for his bed and the knapsack for his pillow.
 And now, soldiers and brethren. we have met in the peacrfuI valley on the eve of battle, while the sunlight is dying away beyond yondrr heights. ,he sunlight that tomorrow m"rn N ~ilI glimmer on scenes of blood. We have met amid the whitening tents of our encampmen', in the time of ter TOT and loom have we gathered together God grand ,ha, i, may moi be for the las, time
 It :s soiemn moment. Brethren. does not the solemn voice of nature seem 10 echo the sympa,hics of ihe hour! The flag of our country dfoops heavily from .yonder siafF. the breeze has died away along the green plain ct Chadd's Ford-- the plain that spread before us gli,t-ring in sunigh,--,he heights of Brandy inc arise gloomy and grand beyond the waters of yonder ream--all nature holds a pause of solemn silence, on tie eve of uproar and blood-shed and strife of tomorrow.
 "Th-y that lake the sword. shall perish by the sword" And have they not taken the s~orti Let the desola,e plain. the blocd. .shodden valley, the burned farm house blackening in the sun, the sacked vil- lage, and ,he rsvaged town, answer-lst tn. whitening bones of the bulchered farm CT strewn along the fields of his homestead, {, answer--let the starving mother. with her babe cIinging to the withrred breast that can afford no sustpnance, let her answer with the Gea,h-ra tie mingliag with the murmuring tones that marked the last struggles of her infani-let the dying mo- thrr and her babe answer!
 A few weeks ago our land slept in the quiet of peace. War was nothere w.ony was not here. carnage and misery, and want was not here; plenty advanced through the still watches oi each an,umnaI night. and the calm sky looked down on peaceful and golden abundance undimin. ished hy smoke from the camp.fres of th. invading foe.
 Now. God of mercy. behold the change Under the shadow of preiext, under the kanctiiy of the name of God. invoking the Rsdeemrr ,o their aid, do these forrigr hirelings siay our people! They throns our towns-i!ey dark~n oor plains, an. now they encompass our posts on the lone ly plain of Chadd's Ford
 l" They that take the sw ord shall perish by the sword" Bfethren. think nte no unworthy of halief when tell yon the doom of the Bfitish is near. Think me not vait when ] tell yoa tta, beyont the cloud iha now enshrouds us, see gathering thicl and dark. the darker cloud and blacke I storm of Divne reif;hution.
 They may conquer us tomorrow. Nigh and wrong prevail. and we may be drives l from this field; but the hour of Gods owi vengeance will 'come!
 Ayei if in The vast saliiIde of eterna space. if in the heart of the boundless uni
 verse, there ,irohs ihe being of an awfu
 God quick to avenge, and sure to punisi 1 gaili, ,hen will the man George Bruns
 wick, called King. feel in his brain and ii
 his heart. the vengeance of the r,erna
 Jehovah A blight will be upon his lif La with+red hf.stn and an accursed intel
 feet. blight vii spon his children an
 m his people. Gn.at God. how dread th'
 punishment. A crowded populacs. peo bling the dense tnwns where the man q
 'non@y thrives. while the lsbor.s starves
 xani sirid,ng among shs people in all #
 forms of terror. an ignoraI.i and Goddsfy
 ing priesthood ~huckiiag oyer ths miserie