The dollar weekly bulletin. [volume] (Maysville, Ky.) 1862-1864, 1863-07-09

pounding all the materials of fury, havoc,
and desolation, into one black cloud, he hung
for while on the declivities of the noun
tains. Whilst the authors of all these evils
were idly and stupidity gazing on the me-
nacing meteor which blackened all their
horizon, it suddenly burst and poured down
the whole of its contents upon the plains of
the Carnatio. Then ensued scene of wo,
the like of which no eye had seen, no heart
conceived. and which no tongue can ade-
quately tell. All the horrors of war before
known or heard of were mercy to that new
havoc. A storm of universal fire blasted
every field, consumed every house. destroy
ed every temple. The miserable iuhabit-
ants flying from the flaming villages, in part
were slaughtered: others, without regard to
sex, to age, to the respect of rank, or sacred
ness of function; fathers torn from children,
husbands from wives, enveloped in a whirl-
wind of cavalry, and amidst the goading
spears of drivers and the trampling of pur-
suing horses, were swept into captivity, in
an unknown and hostile land. Those who
were able to evade this tempest fed to the
walled cities; but, escaping from fire, sword,
and exile, they fell-into the jaws of famine.
"The aims of the settlement, in this
dreadful eXigency, were certainly liberal;
and all was done by charity that private
charity could dc: but it was people in
beggary; it was nation that stretched out
its hands for food. For months together
these creatures of sufferance, whose very ex-
cess and luxury in tn cir most pleuteous days
had fallen short of the allowance of our
austerest fasts, silent, patient, resigned,
without sedition or disturbance, aim ost
without complaint, perished by hundred
day in the streets of Madras; every day
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streets, or on the glacis of Tanjore. and ex-
pired of famine in the granary of India. I
was going to awake your justice towards this
unhappy part of our fellow citizens, by bring
ing before you some of the circumstances
of this plagu 9 of hunger. Of all the calami-
ties which beset and waylay the life of man.
this comes nearest to our heart and is that
wherein the proudest of US all feels himself
to be nothing more than he is: but l find
myself unable to manage it with decorum;
these details are of species of horror so
nauseous and disgusting; they are so de-
grading to the sufferers and to the hearers;
they are so humiliating to human nature it
self, that, on better thoughts, find it more
to throw pail over this hideous
object, and to leave it to your general con-
ceptions. .-....F
s'For eighteen months, without intermis-
sion, this destruction ragged from the gates
of Madras to the gates of Tanjore; and so
did these masters in their art,
Hyder Ali and his more ferocous son, alb
solve themselves of their impious VOW. that
when the British armies traversed, as they
did, the Carnatic for hundreds of miles in
all directions. through the whole line of
their march did they not see one man, not
one woman, not one child, not one fourfoot
ed beast of any description whatever. One
dead uniform silence regned over the whole
region. The Carnatic is country
not much inferioEin extent to England
Figure to yourself, Mr.. Speaker, the land in
whose representative chair you sit; figure to
the form and fashion of your sweet
and cheerful country from Thames to Trent,
north and south, and from the Irish to the
German sea east and west, emptied and en-
bowelled (may God avert the omen of our
crimes!) by so accomplished desolation!"