The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser. — 1836-10-28 (Liverpool, Merseyside, England)

FLOWERS OF RHETORIC.  The following patriotic speech was delivered on the frontier, at. a meeting called for the purpose of taking into consideration the expediency of getting up an expedition against the hostile Indians:—'• Friends and Feller Citizen Sogers :—We are met here for the purpose of excussing the subject of the hospitalities lately convicted against our peaceful and blooming frontiers by the condacious red skins. I say we are met here to instigate whether we will sit still in our shattees, and see the spoiler whet his deadly and bloody and murderous knife against the hearts of our friends and feller squatters, them are fearless spirits that have gone forth with a bold heart and strong arm, to dig ditches and drain the swamps of the west! and whom we lookemphatically and tetoly as the pianoes of a new world ! 1 say, whether shall we sit still in our shantees, and see their corn fields ravaged, their wives inviolated before their very eves, and their smiling prattling infants used up in the most barbarous manner, or whether we will march at once upon this second champaigne, and by our timely valerosity save them from a state of total defunction, and at the same time extinguishing ourselves in eter. nal fame! Ah I my feller citizen sog'ers! I fully propitiate the syniptomising feeling of your hearts. I need but remind you of your duties towards your suffering and distresstul and conflicted brethren ! Their woes cries aloud for redress, and are heard, perhaps, even now, in the rit racy of our firesides and chimbly corners ! Behold they lay down at night with a blooming cheek, and a ruby lip. And oh! my feller sogers, must I revulge the cruel, the dreadful, the fatal catastrophy t They wake up ere morning in death ! But I cannot dwell upon this horrible, this appalling, this dreadful subject, feller citizen sodgers, whose horrors runs firmest the very grain as I .may say of the soul, without, I say without (stranger will you hand me a gourd of water with a little sprinkle of the crittur in it) without feeling insquinchible thirst for (a leetle more of the crittur if you please, stranger, jist a sprinkle) that wengeance which all the gods of war, Wulcan, and Plato, and Wesuvius, claim as their high prerogatives, but which I would shower, feller citizens sogers, unconstitutional, and uncivilised savages, which skulks amongst our bottoms by day and night, sallies forth to kill and murder our families and rob our po'atoe patches !—Yes, gentle. men and feller angers ! my soul rises spontaniously as 1 contaminate the glorious event that must extinguish our names in the hearts of our countrymen, till time shall be no more! Our success in this expedition is sartin—it is a mere carcumstance. The pianos will be rouled, and we will all light on urn and tetotallv obflisticate theta on the face of the vearth ! I know you are all on real grit. I myself am particularly a caution, a raal snug boat, and will lead you where a good chunk of a fight is sartin to be hit against. I will flank you into a deep column, and receding by a retrograde advance we will away to the field of glory— the field of garnish and of flood ! Yes siv friends and feller sodgers ' • we'll meet the enemy in their own diggings,, and the way we 'lluse um up 'll be a sin to Cocket.—New York Times.