The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1916-12-02
Another Revolutionary Relic

"They that take the sword, shall
perish by the sword"
Brethren, think me not unworthy of
belief when | tell you the doom of the
British is near. Think me not vain
when tell you that beyond the cloud
that now enshrouds us, see gathering
thick and fast. the darker cloud and
hlacker storm of divine retribution!
They may conquer US tomorrow.
Might and wrong may prevail, and we
may be driven from this field, but the
hour of Gods own vengeance will
come!
Aye, if in the vast solitude of eter-
nal space, if in the heart of the bound
less universe, there throbs the being
of an awful God, quick to avenge and
sure to punish guilt, then will the man
George Brunswick. called King. fell in
his brain and heart the vengeance of
the eternal Jehovah! A blight will be
upon his life-a withered brain and an
accursed intellect; blight will be
upon his children and on his people.
Gree God, how dread the punish
menti
A crowded populace peonling the
dense towns where the man of money
thrives while the laborer starves;
want striving among the people in all
its forms of terror; an ignorant and
Gold efying priesthood chuckling over
the miseries of millions; a proud and
merciless nobility adding wrong to
wrong, and heaping insult upon rob-
tery and fraud; royalty corrupt to the
very heart, and aristocracy rotten to
the core; crime and want linked hand
in hand, and tempting men to deeds of
woe and death-these are a part of
the doom and retribution that is to
come upon the English throne and the
English people!
Soldiers look around upon your
familiar faces with strange inter-
est. Tomorrow morning we will go
forth to the battle-for need | tell you
that Your unworthy minister will
march forth to battle! Need | exhort
you TO fight IiIe good fight, to fight fer
your homesteads, for your wives and
children?
My friends, | might urge you to
fight by the calling memories of Brit
ish wrongs. Walton-l might tell you
OF your father butchered in the silence
of the night on the plains of Trenton;
| might picture his grey hairs dab
lied in blood; | might ring his death
Shriek in your ears. Shelmire-I
might tell you of a butchered mother,
and sister outraged; the lonely farm
house. the night assault. the roof in
flames. the shouts of the troopers as
they dispatched their victims, the cries
for mercy and the pleadings of inno-
cence for Pity. might paint this all
again, in the vivid colors of the ter
rible reality, if | thought your courage
needed such wild excitement.
But ] know you are strong in the
might of the Lord. You will march
forth to battle on the morrow with
light hearts and determined spirit,
though the solemn duty-the duty of
aVenging the dead-may rest heavy or
your souls.
And in the hour of battle when all
around is darkness, lit by the lurid
cannon glare, and the piercing mus
kct flash, when the wounded strew the
ground. and the dead litter your path
then remember soldiers, that God is
with YOU. The eternal Coo fights for
you-he rides on the battle-cloud ne
sweeps onward with the march of the
hurricane charge-God the awful and
infinite. fights for you. and you will
triumph.
They that take the sword. shall
periSh hy the sword"
GU have taken the sword. but not
il the spirit Of wrong or ravage. You
have taken the sword for your homes,