Port Tobacco times, and Charles County advertiser. (Port Tobacco, Md.) 1845-1898, 1858-09-23

MOJner, was IalnGly murmuEeu . tuS le-
tie hands tried to move; there was slight
struggle gasp-then all was still. The
spirit of little Eddie had passed away.
.Oyer the scene that followed. we drop
the veil. The sanctity Of grief precludes
description. Suffice it to say, that in long
after years that mother never forgot that
terrible lesson she had learned. She be-
came changed woman, and when tempted
to resume the heartless course she had for
saken, to neglect her children, to repeat
harsh expressions. her thoughts invariably
wandered to the little form which slept be-
meath the yew tree shade, and she was saved.
Lamartine on the Religion of Revolu-
tionary Men.
know-I sigh when think Of it--that
hitherto the French people have been the
least religious of all the nations of Europe.
Is 1t because the idea of God-which arises
from all the evidences ofnature and from the
depth of reflection being the profoundest
aud weightiest idea of which human intelli-
gence is capable, and the French mind, be-
ing the most rapid, but the most superficial,
Highest, the most unrefective of all Euro
pean races, this mind has not the force and
severity necessary to carry far and long the
greatest conception Of the human under
standing?
Is it because our governments have always
taken upon themselves to think for us, to be-
ieve for us, and pray for us !? Is.it because
we are and have been military people, a
soldier nation, led by kings, heroes heroes and am
! q !
making conquests and corrupting Europe; /;
and bringing home the manners, vices,
bravery. lightness and impiety of the camp
to the 6re-side ofthe people?
I know not, but certain it is that the ma
ton has an immense progress to make in Sc
rious thought if she wishes to be free. IF
we look at the characters, compared, as re-
CARDS religious sentiments. of the great na-
tions of Europe. America, even Asia, the
advantage is. not for us. The great men of
our country live and die, forgetting COM
.pletely the only idea for which it is worth
living and dying ;sthey live and die looking
at the spectator, or at most, at posterity.
Open the history of America. the history
Of England, and the history of Franco, read
the great lives, the great deaths, the martyr
|doms, the great words at the hour when the
ruling thought of life reveals itself in the
last words of dying, and compare,
Washington and Franklin fought, spoke,
suffered always inthe name Of God, for whom
they acted and the liberator of America
died confding to God the liberty Of the peo-
pie and his own SOUL.
f. Sydney. the young martyr Of patriotism,
guilty Of nothing but impotence, and who
died to.expiate his country dream of liber-
|ty, said to his jailor: Il rejoice that die
innocent toward the King, but a victim re-
signed to the King on High, to whom all
life is DUE" -
The republicans Of Cromwell only sought
the way Of God even in the field Of battle.
Their politics were their faith, their. reign a
prayer, their death a psalm. One hears,
tsees, feels that God was in all the movements
lof these great people.
But across the sea, traverse La Mancha,
come to our times, open our annals, and lis
ten to the last words of the great political
actors of the drama of our liberty. One
would think that God was eclipsed from the
soul, that His name was unknown in the
Language. History will have the air of an
latheist.when she recounts to posterity these
lannihilations, rather than deaths of celebra-
| ted men in the greatest year Of France =
The, victims only have God; the tribune
/ and ictors have none. - j
Look at Mirabeau on the bed of death -
'.grown me with fowers," said he; in
toxicate me with perfume, let me die to the
sound of delicious music p Not word Of
God or of his soul Sensual philosopher,
he desired only supreme sensualism, a last
Eoluptuousness in his agony.
Contemplate Madame Roland, the strong
hearted woman Of the Revolution. on the
cart that conveyed her to death. She look
ed contemptuously on the besotted people
who killed their prophets and their sybils.
Not glance towards heaven! Only one
word for the earth she was quitting =. @
Liberty Y
Approach the dungeon door Of the Giron-
dins; their last night is a banquet; their
only hymn, the Marseillaise!
Follow Camille Desmoulins to his execu-
tion. A cool and indecent pleasantly at the