Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1861-03-26

mTHE AMERICAN LEGInNr

A late number of Ch1rirari, (the Pari:
Punch,) contains the following bit of American
affairs under the head Of {" The American LIE
gions :"
Happy America? Fragment of Eden in.
closed by two oceans, 1t is not thy children
who who keep up innumerable armies to main
tain their rights
Read and see:
''General Scott, more SKspfeious than ever
continues his Preparations of defence, and not
outstanding the opposition of the President
has sent to Fort Monroe in Virginia, 20 men >
What do you say to that, oh Virginians
my friends? Talk of secession in presence o.
such armed masses as these
Such display of armed men ought to give
us magnifed idea of the value numerical 4
Of each American soldier.
1t is evident that when Gen. Scott reinforce:
a garrison, he does it in repeating to himself
the phrase, parodied from one of the four rules
:" give one that is worth a thousand -
The following is the Tariff:
For en- important city undermined by seces-
sion ideas, ID men and sergeant
To render impregnabIe fortress of the first
class, 32 men and officer
And so on for the rest
Itwould not be believed how much this so.
briefly pleases and astonishes us
Bue do you know, Europeans, that this in
trinSlc value OF the American soldier ought to
cause reflection in our Governments
suppose that some fine morning the news
should arrive that a Slavery General had en-
Sarked upon yacht in company with a pla-
tOon of CarOlinians. with the object Of estat.
fishing the slave trade, of maintaining the
Russian serfs in bondage or of retaking G aeta
What would you do, ask2 a.
Suppose, further, that England was menaced
by an apoehrypal Stuart, brought back by a
walker, second of the name, commanding
seventeen free e-booters: poor Great Britain, she
VINO suffers so much at the thought of an in
vasion-what would be her fright?
she has her volunteers, we know. but would
they suffice to defend the immaculate soil Of
the mother country
HO, you tarnal English nation, surrender,
would proudly cry Walker III. inthrowine the
graPnels of his yawl on London Bridge
No, we are going to fight you,S responds
the generous sons of noble Albion.
= Humbug, folly,'
Don't care. Wen show you how we can
defeni the rights of our aristocracy, the in
ceme Of our Bishops, and the statue Of We'll
hngton."
You imbeciles, If make sign you are
squashed into nothing"
Well, we'll at least be squashed with hon.
or"
Come on them"
Gentlemen pirates, fire frst,''
How you provoke my pity! e1claims Wal
ker III. Look and tremble, To your feet. nv
brave army. Every man on the BRIDGET
The seventeen men, hid under the seats of
the yawl, suddenly rise to their full height be-
fore the afTrighted English nation At their
we" the bravest OF the riflemen exclaims, "Ah.
there's too many.''
Resistance thus rendered impossible, hum
bled England bows her head, and, struck out
from the list Of nations, is ne longer but a
geographical expression. Happy if now and
then an American topographer consents to
place her on mis- map with the indications 4:
- Small island, poorly inhabited, belonging to
South Carolina, discovered and conquered by
Walker III, and christened by him with the
name of Walkerie"
The hesrt is moved, the eyes grow Iachry-
NOSE at the thought
God Of natiOnalities, protect the soil of France
forever frora the innumerable hordes of trans
atlantic Atdlas We should die with shame if
our million OF soldiers and armed citizens should
be conquered and subjugated by a quarter of a
hundred delirious Americans,