The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1867-05-04

And the sword Of Bunker Hill
on in the Silly night.
Make MAKE way for l@iISrtyi @ he crie,l;
With Peggy by my side.
lam dying, Egypt, dying,
Know how sublime thing It is
To brush away the blue-talled fly.
The boy stood on the burning deck,
With his baggage checked for Troy;
One Ofthe few immortal names,
Ills namo was Pat MallOy.
Mary had n little lamb,
He could u tale unfold;
He had no teeth TO eat a hoe cake,
As his speGtaeies were gold.
Lay on, lay On, MacduH,
Man wants but little here below;
And IN to be queen Of May,
So kiss me quick and go.
-~SS--
The Grave of Owen LoVeIOy.
From The Anti-SIauery Standard, April27.
ALTON, April IA, 1867.
Dear Stdnddrd-I lectured here last
night, and to-day have been visiting
the places made historical aud sacred
by the labOrs and martyrdom of Love
joy. Hitherto the name OF this city
brought always but one idea to my
mind, and l never heard or saw it
printed without an involuntary shud
der. A cordial welcome here, and by
men who have done good service in
this valley of the Mississippi, where the
battle was for time so hot, has broken
that spell, and 1 trust hereafter to think
of it as the home of brave and true
men.
The plain stone store from which his
first press was flung into the creek (now
covered by n business street under
which it runs), still stands. Its walls
brown and dingy with what in this
young country is age-are to me the
most interesting relics in the place, Here
a brave man and the slave power began
their deathgrapple. How proudly the
seeming conQuerors left those walls
that night. How little aware that the
seemingly humbled roof covered a
courage and patience that ''slowly
would outweigh their solid globe"
The building where he was shot has
been taken down and large stores built
there; but the same long, gray stone
wall stands on one side, and the same
river runs on the other-the last objects
on which his eyes rested; these mute,
unchanging witnesses saw the first
blood shed in defence of the right to
discuss American slavery. That death
stunned n drunken people into sobriety.
Slowly ut first, but afterward with what
marvellous promptness, the people ral-
lied to the struggle, determined that if
there was anything in the land which
would not bear free speech, it was not
flee speech they would surrender.
LoVejoy lies buried now in the city
cemetery, on a beautiful knoll. Near
by rolls the great river. His resting
place is marked by an oblong stone,
perhaps thirty inches by twenty, and
rests marble scroll bearing the in
RpriDfiOO.
Hic
Jacet
LoVEoY.
JAM parce sepulto.
Here lies LOUejOy, spare him, 7lOt1, in
his SrGUe.)
A more marked testimonial would
not, probably, have been safe from in
suit and Disagreement, previous to
1864. He fought his fight so far in the
van, SO much in the hottest of the bat
tie, that not till after nigh thirty years
and the final victory, could even This
dust be sure of quiet. Myrtles and
some flowers grow over his resting
place, fresh and green, this beautiful
spring day. Other graves are guarded
by tasteful and costly architecture, but
this one lies close to the path, unfenced.
fitly holding up its record and appeal
to the eye of every passer. Soon the
gratitude and penitence of his friends
and neighbors will build, not for him a
monument, but a testimony on their
part that he died not in vain. It should
be placed nearer the river, on the bluff
that looks down directly on the Missis-
sippi, SO that every boat passing up and
down shall be able to show the millions
of busy and prosperous men the name of
him who consecrated this grand valley
to liberty. Grandly the valley spreads
north, south and west, miles and miles
away, holding great States bound to-
gether by the golden ribbon of the Mis-
sissippi, valley made historical by
many a hard-fought fight. But it will
soon know that it holds no prouder
spot than that which saw the first de-
feat.like Bunker Hill and Bull Run
better and more fruitful than hundred
victories in this war for free speech and
justice.
can never forget the quick, sharp
agony of that hour which brought us
news Of Lovejoy's death. We had not
then fully learned the lood-thirstings
of the slave power. When John Brown
confronted 1t at Harper's Ferry, we
knew and had long known the terrible
risk any man ran who defied that fiend.
But twenty years before, Garrison had
Just walked up to its horrors, and we
Lovejoy was like that Of snmter-it
scattered a world of dreams. Looking
back, how wise as well as noble his
course seems. Incredible almost that
we should ever have been obliged to
defend his "prudence." What world
wide benefactors these 'simprudent"
men are-the Lovejoys, the Browns,
the Garrisons, the saints and martyrs !!
How ssprudently" most men creep into
nameless graves; while now and then
one or two forget themselves into i'm
mortalitYl WENDELL PHILLIPS.
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