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The Columbia - Washingtonian. DEYOTSD TO TIIP P M ^ .OP .TEJ11P?8 A>l{OM. ’ I 9 published everyThursday Morning,by the Exec- utiveComiiuttee ofthe Columbia County Washingto- nian'TemperariceB.QciOty* ' Term s—One Dollar per annum, payable in advance. o r one dollar a n d twenty-five cents if n o t pliid in thred months'. . ’ Advertisem ent qor^sptguously inserted a t tho usua rates. Address W arren R ockwell , Hudson, Columbia Countyy N. Y . POSTAGfri^utf, v o n r n i t . F rom the N ew Y o rk Tribune. T I 1 6 F i g h t a t M o n terey* Mr. E d i t o r —I send you for publication a few ex tracts from a le 'tterjust received by me froto-roy friend. Copt; J . ty, B.. Gardenipr, o f the TJ« S. Army*, witli its accompanying poetic ofFusion—graphically d es criptive of the battle o f Moqterey. A lthough intended for the perusal of intimate friends, I know he ought, and ! trust lie -will, pardon the liberty I take in giving it to the public. The proso i s a sort o f key to the po etry* the playful .wit.of theone happily setting off tho gravity ofthe 9 lhcr; 1 therefore give you,both. Capt. G. is the son o f tho late Burcnt Gardenier, Esq. o f this city, a gcnljeman distinguished for his wit and brilliant talents. The son n o t only inherits tho tal ents of the sire, but is a il accomplished soldier to boot, and-if a n opportunity presents, ho will fight as well as. he w rites. . Z .P . 'T H E S T O R M I N G O F M O N T E R E Y . Fling out your banners to the breeze 1 Fifes, drums, :and-tnlmpot'B p la y ; Undauntedly your wenpohsfseizod Wp march, to Monterey j ’T is true that numbers l a our ranks ^ Must bleedonddio to-day; A soldier’s death!—a country’s thanks! Forward to M onterey! The. Mexicans in yonder walls, Shall dearly rue this, day) For every ojic of u s that falls,- 1 , Shall two at Montprey. \ “ Old ftough apd Rpady” at our head, ^ Who lingers b y tlio way 1 H is very name is heard with dread Yonder, at Monterey. Keep closed your files J—grasp g u n and sword-1— Your chivalry display I A laurel wreath is your reward, Or death, at Monterey. Be .firm and staunch! Repel all thoughts Of loved ones faraway! ’Twill glad thoir hearts t o hearyou fought Bravely at Monterey. Sourn)! souqd tbe trumpet j wako,thodrum| Nought can o u r hearts dismay! Beneath the “ S tars and Stripes’' we come To conquer Mohterey. * '* * T h e clink of firms is heard orotind— Impatient,’chargers neigh— ! A measured tramp along the ground - 3 They march f o r Moitztfci), * *■ * From house-top, battery^mnd street; The heavy ordnance play; Yet still they face the iron sleet, — On, on j to Monterey S1? In torrents pours th? metal rain, And sweeps their ranks aw u y ; , Y e t fiercer rings tKat shout again, “ O n ,on! toM o n torpyt” « T h e Infantry, with eager page, Advance in bold array j , . And deeply stamped on every face, ( Is “ Death, o r Mohterejr! ” ‘On press Dragoons—AitiUery, Impatient o f delay; • Each vies with each, ia haste to be The Jin t at Monterey. On, o n ! like surges .to the shore, That only God cm stay, Atnid the battlc-tempCst tofi/, * - They dash t’watd'Montcrcy. From yonder hill, in war-clouds veiled, , The-vapor c u rbfw a y , And h a rk! the s h o u t - \ Worth’s eorpshasscaled The heights o f Monterey! ” * * * 1 1 T h e Tortrcss fown rcihalns the foe’s— t The. day-light fadds-away— T h e living with thodcad reposo ’ In front of Monterey. T h c living and the gory dead ( TogeXhdr sfltinf Ifiyj Upon that chill a n d cheerless belli U i i Ip front of Monterey* In sleep so,deep ’twerer .hard to tell, A® .through tho fitsld. you stray, VVhaUves to fight from him who fell ' Besieging Mdnlcrey. The', livingi-^woundcd 1 arulthn dend ! -1 The beast arid bird? of prey ! , G reat God ! that was a, highh o f dread— ’ * That night a t Mflnterey! * Again the truriipeU druni, antf fife— - As grimly dawns the day-— * > . A^wath^e: living l i the Strife -1 A \ - ' Of death' a t Monterey,, W e t, famished, cohl, tficir ranks flicy fdtiii; W ell disciplined obpy; And p ish, )ikf somq texrific storm, Again t^ard-Montcrcy.' ; Again th e din!— tho clash of stcol !— Tho tuifiult o f the frd?! Gun answers gun, with peal on peal— < \Vc-cni<r^IonUteyl ■ i ‘ ' H o tter, from bireast-woik, housfe‘rindstrcctj • The thick*niuffihr*iiles play, T ill One tfcftiendoui, lurid sheet . . Envelopes flidhtofcy-. * ' > ? » * Tod great the odds their sfand to keep, ■ 1 T h e bravest must give w a y ; Tho living with tho dead must sloop , Again, at Monterey. Two nights* a-hungcred, on the tielfl, Upon their aras 'ay > . And y e t they/never thought to yield Thoso men ot Monterey, That second night I Fatigued an co , T h a t starving band survey! Anil tell rdb, -whero b e a t hearts more bold Than those at Monterey 1 • # » * * Again, tho dawn—^-aud scarco tho sun H a s jouroeyod h a lf his way— ‘ A (lag of trueo i - l h e s!e“al Sua !— They yield in hloiilcmj ! Pool out tho drum and trumpet blast; In honor o f this day, It is tho third—it is tho last ! - , JVe'rl con<ptrcil Mimtercyl * * * .* . * With drooping (lag— midway its staff— yVa mourfl tho dead to-day, Bo this their glorious epitaph, “ Thoy fell at Monterey!” ■* “ ffiolunUrtff, ffiolmitfua, to (ffiflovg S ttm .”—D r . H u d s o n , n . y . , f e b . is , 1 8 4 7 . W A R R E N R O C K W E L L , EDITOR. VOL. V .— NO. 43 — (VHOLE N O . 251. Tho iron shouts of cannon throats To silence yield tlieir sway j Tho banner pf o u r C o u n t r y floats Proudly at Monterey i J e f f e r s o n B a r r a c k s , Mo., J a n . C, ’47. D ear SiiR—f r a y e x c u s e th e van ity th a t p r q m j t s nre to im a g i n e t h e accu m p a n y iu g b a h lad w o r t h y your p e r u s a l . 'Tell Cousin 1 have my liands full in the heap line, being the only one 11 fit for seri vice,” in a garrison, of tWenty.four. jaclieS, airtong whom I am in love with t\vp ehnrtniiig widows, scarco out of tlieir teens-, and also witli the daughters of one Major, one Paymas ter, one Quartermaster, one Surgeon, one As sistant Surgeon, and one Captain df Infantry —total individuals present to whom I qm ar dently attached, (attachment vehemently So; ciprocated.) ten ! Beside whom, however, I now and then waft the fondest thoughts aEtef one young lady in Maine, two in New Jersey, one i(l Europe, and two in Baton Kouge; b u t le t h o t m y dear C o u s in an d be jealous'—their chance is as godtl as any. I oftqn thjnk nf them with thn lenderest emo tions ,1 Selah.1 But seriously; tlieSo twenty-four ladies present are a pretty gebd weight for oho ma’iid Shoulders. I must liave wood cut for them.—- their coa( put away in their Cellars—see that their locks“are fixed—panes of\glass put i n - ride them to town---walk them out for theif health—gather news of tlieir fathers, Hus bands, brpfherg and sweethearts absent in the field. Verily, tiie prophecy that Hie time should come when seven 1 Women Should take hold of one -man, is pretty essentially fulfilled in .me.) From tho Philadelphia Saturday Courier. F o u r t h o f Ju ly , a L e g e n d o f t h e r e v o l u t i o n . BY GEORGE I.IPPARD. Let tile pdint you a picture on the canvass t)£ the Past. It is a cloudless summer day. Yes, a clear blue 6ky arclieS and smiles abtjye a quajnt. edi fice, rising among giant trees, in the cenire of a wide city. That edifice is built of red brick, with heavy window frames and a massy hall door. The Wide-spreading dome of St. Peter’s, the snowy pillows ol tiie Parlhenoji, Ihe.gloamy glory of Westminster Abbey—none of thesd, nor any thing like are here, to elevate this edi fice of plain red brick, into a gorgeous monu ment of architeclure, Plain red brick, the walls; the windows partly framed in stone; the roof-caves heavy wilh inttitate carvings; the hall door ornairjented with pillats of carVed siolie ! eltch is the Slate House ot Philadelphia, In tiiis year of ourLord, 1776. Around this edifice stately trees arise. Yonder toward the dark walls pf Walnut-slreetgaol, spreads a pleasant lawn, enclosed by a plain boatd fence. Above our heads, these trees lock their maSSy ]imbs.dnd spread their leafy canopjr. There are walks here, too, not fashioned as squares and circles, but spreading in careless neallgenfce along the lawn. Benches too, rude benches, on which repose lhe forms of old men with grey hairs, anil women with babes in their arms: This is a ’ben.iitirul Jay, and this is a pleasant lawn ; hut why do those clusters of citizens, with anxious faces, gather round the Slate I have fifty-five recruits in mv company; I H°\sf wa.lls?1 Tiiere isthe merchant, Withhis and as my |ride-. reputation, and perhaps y^vetprb and ruffled shirt; thebe '^Mechan- life, may depend dpen theit appearance, disci- If’ (f ron,.dn hh,s ,br(cfft.,an'1 ,.n ^ pline and efflcMtey.yoh may judge hnr en- ha.mlfL ,! 1-e ,e the ,rearJed ^a,',0r1f (1 lhe darki tirely my finio is OdCUnierl ill pteharing them i Sroupf logelher. to be butchers of the MekicanA What a phi-1 lanthfopic employment 1 Ho* singular that v?f ph , _s ^“\J ®!, , i tliat feiic of dndient barbarism— War—still re- , ^ ho d. ? “ J i i, ^ £ l u mains-remains not only, but is b'O popular in s eeP.le- wh,.ck l 0'Vn«.?,h } ° T ’ this peculiarly civilized and enlightened cotlll- stands an old man w th whtle ba r and s«n- try! In all else we have flung thearicients fat burnt face. He is clad tn humble att.re, yet Ins behind us. In the charm of blood-telietldirig-1 eye gleams. ,t is fixed upon the ponderous the world stand where it did in the days ^ outline ,pf the bell, suspended m tiie steeple Joshua. Vet. aftor all, red saehtis, drooping th<rr¥-, S f U!es ‘°- r,eai1 ‘he mscr.pt,on plumes, waving bankers, burnished swords, ?n thM bf\. bul cannot. Out upon the waves, fettling musketry, boomingcannon-tliey arA faJ n n ' S l gay, taking things. Who wouldn’t ho a sol- Pdsf,ed- Kt6 be scarcely can aieV?. Tim girls love u s ! - th e Government SE“ 1 pnc-pflhbse slhange wordscarvetlon the pays n s! Pshaw 1 what harm is it to kfll a I surfacp of that bell, few Mexicans.! * Oh I on ! to Sfonlerbj ! !* A s soon as I r e c e i v e , th ir ty - f iv e m o rb mdn, | m a ltin g m y fiom p a n y n it ie l y , I sh a ll s t a r t in By his side; gazing in.his face—that sUn-burnt [ face—ill wrindcrj stdndS fi ilaVen-haired boy, with laughing eyes of summer blue; “ Come, here, my boy; you.afe a rich man’s child. You can read. Spell me those words, search of aivooden leg. (A n d yet folks laugh j and I’ll bless ye, my good child! ’ at.Doti Quixote!) Professionally, however, I And the chilii raised itself bn tip-tcfe aild this, war is perfectly , pleasing to m e; promo- pressed its tiny hands against t.lle hbll, Hnd read, tion goes, on swimmingly j l am the fifth cap - 1 in lisping!fines, these meitlbrable words: tain in my regiment, and the thirty-ninth for I ‘' Proclaim Liberty fo all the L a M \ and all promotion to a majority, over a dozen mtwooti the inhabitants lliercdf.” whom Time ia Shaking hid’sCylho most mena- The old mati ponders for fi moment on those cirtgiy, and It ls to US hbped that the Mexicans ! strange vrords; then gathering the' boy in his vtrtll U /Ia fniia Ifeo haldnno Snldmmitr r <3 ri I^riDS* J Il6 fp6tlitS ' will “ do fot” tl^c balance. SQldicrii|ff. i s £l delightful business. Our occupation is to dig graves for our eridltlics and olamber to prefer ment over those of dkr friends. * . Yours, trulyj J. R. B. G. 05= The Editor of “ T he Polynesian” having beeo sued for n llbel ’.by. Peter *7A Biisuttide—damnges laid al- §50,000, indul ges iff jhe fo l l p w i n g rhapsody: - “ TItB Public cbt) llreH wqH imagine wltai fi thrill of sntisfiiction shot thfough our lovo «■ Look here, my child! \Yiit do the old man a k indnessT h e n haste you dhwn stairs, and wtaif in the hail, by the big door, until a mdfi Shdll gibe you a message for me. A man with a velvet diess and a kind face, will cotfie out from the big dbor, and give you a word fUr met When he gives you that word, then run out yonder, in Ihe street, and shout it up to me, do you mind?” It\ nedded nt) second command. The Boy with, blue eyes and UaxBlt hair sprang from the old bell-keeper’s arms, drti} threaded.his way down the dark stairs. The old bell-keeper was alone. Many ttti- Hiltes jinrsed. Leaning bver the railing ot the steeple, his lace toward.Chestnul street, he looks _ Yes, the voice of that little boy, who, lilting himself 011 tip-lee, with bis flaxen hair blowing in the Breeze, slioiitedaD' Ring > ’’—had a deep and awful meaning in its infant tones! Why did that word “ R ing! *'—-why did that Echo of the Slate House beil speak snch deep andavVtiil ihedning to the world i What had lhat word “ Iiin’g ! ”—the Echo of that bell, lodo with the down-fall of the Dishonest Priest or Traitor King? Under that very bell, pealing out at noon day, in an old hall, fifty-six trailers, farmers and mechanics, had assembled to shake tho shackles of the world. Now let us look in upon this band of plain men, met in solemn council. It is now half an hour previous lo the moment when the bell- ringer responded lo the shout of the fair-haired pdy. . This is-an old hall. It is not so large as many a monarch's ante-room ; you might put a hundred like it in lhe walls of St. Peter’s, yet it i? a fine old hall. The waits are .concealed in ddrk oaken VfaindCtiUiug, find there along the unclosed windows, the purple tapestry .comes drooping down. The ornamenls of this hall t Over tbe head of that noBle-btowc.i mdii— John Hancock, who sits calm anil severe in yonder chair—Ihere is a banner, the Banner of the Stars. Perched dn that Banner sits the Eagle with unlolded wings. (Is it not a preco cious bird? Bom only last year 011 Bunker Hill, now it spieads its wings, full-grown; over a whole Contiiieiit!} Look over tiie faces of these fifty-six men, and see every eye turned to that door. There is silence in this hall—every voice is hushed— every face is stamped with a deep and awful responsibility. Why turns every glance to that door, why is every iafe so solemn, why is it Sd (erribly still ? The Comrriillee ot Three, who have been out nil night, planning a parchment, dre about lo dppeart That Parchment, with tbe signatures of these men, written with tbe pen lying on yonder- lable, will either make the world free.orstietch IheSS necks Ujioff the gibbet yonder in Potter’s field, or nail these JieadS fo lhe door-posts of this hall I That was the time ior solemn faces and deep silence. , - At last, hark ! The door opens—the Com mittee appear. Who ate these thtee men who coine walking on toward John Hancbbk’s chair ! 1 That idli. man, with the sliarji fedlures, the' bold brow and sanci-htied hair, holding. The PzncHjiENT fn his linrnl, is the Viiginia farmer, Thomas Jefferson. The stout-bujlt man, wilh resoiuteJBtife and flashing eye I That is a Bos ton iridh—one John Adams. Anil the calm- faced than, with hair dropping in thick curls to his shoulders—that man, dressed in a plain coat, ahd such odious home-madd bitie blockings— that is the Philadelphia Printer) One Benjamin Franklin. The three advance to the tabic. The Parch ment is laid there- Shall it be signed or not? Then ensues a high and stormy debate—then the faint-hearted cringe ih corners—while Tho mas Jefferson speaks but his few hold Words, anil John Adams pours out his whole soul. Then ihe soft-toned Voice of Charles Carrol is heard, undulating in Syllables of deep music. But slill there is doubt— and th a t pale-faced m a n ; sh r in k in g in one corner, squ e a k s out ■ S omething a b o u t a x e s , scaffolds, a n d a — g i b u e t ! “ G i b b e t ! ” echoes a fierce, bold voice( th a t startles m en from th e ir s e a ls — a n d look ybinlfer! A. ta l l slendet Utah r is e s , dreSsdti— itlthotlgll i t is sum u lef lim e — in a faded red cloak. Look how h is w h ite hand Unduldtcs a s it i s stletcheil Slowly blit, how t h a t d d r k ’eye burns, w h ile h i s w o rds tlttg iltfdiigh th e hall. (VVe do n o t kn o w hia n a m c j l e t u s therefore call h is appeal) of aftrirebaiioti. when ihe Judge first inform -1 anxiously, for lhat.iair-baired boy. Moments ed us that we had been sued for §50,000. passed, yel st. 1 he earns not. The crowds Egad! a moiety of such a sum in tlio m u st gathered mere darkly a ong;the 1 pavement nnd a * -, -A.. „ iim rdcuii nr* I ov&i* lci\vn» yet still lhe boy C<UI)C not. distant perspective, pa the result of up edit ors labors would (inve bewildered our im- I magiuutlun Imm its very immensity. Bui to bb sUfcd for §50,000!—VVIml stiV you, bfbthet editors, the world o v er ; is dui llial 0 rare sjroke of fortune! Is there not some thing delicious in this vast idea—Napoieofi- liko in its conception ? What,a sensatlol) til uiu^i- create among our fellow-craft 1 A rnrh editoKiibt—tiie Surtuwich Islands fot- fcver- Ab editor there Clin -afford to lib sutd for §50.000. YYIiai a field—what nfi/niber- les? subscribers—all paying ones too; what illimitable columns of advferlismems—w|;n( marvelous calculations upon editorial fortune in this kingdom of Haw aii will this circum- I pjanco arouse in ehvioUs editor’s hearts. How he tiiust live—what dinners! YVfiiil a “ Ah I ” groaned the old man, “ he has for gotten me I These olu Jimbs \Vill have to totter down the Slate House stairs and cliinb up again and all oh account oi lhat child ” AS tiie word was b'n his' lips, a merry, ring ing lii'lgli broke 011 his ear. There. amOng the crowds off the pavement, stood the blue-eyed boy, clapping-his tiny hands, while the breeze blowdd Iiis flaxen hair all rtbotlt his fdce. And then swelling his little chest, he raised himself oil tip,toe, and shouted'a single word— “ R i n g ! ” Do you see that old man’s eye fire ? Do you see lhat arm so suddenly bared to the shoulder; do you see that Withered Iidhrl, grasping the Iron Tongue of the bell? The old man isyoitiig airain; his veins are filled with new life Back ward and forward, witli sturdy Strokes, he I goose quill lie must wield! Sny rather I qle i0!1gue. The beil speaks out! The The club of Heh-tiles jrt-jhg itrtel liefifS it, and bufsts forth ‘ ' what a golden pen 1 is a fooljto it. Scissors!!! He bos 10 scrib ble fi few lines—end presto—a gentleman's bhatacter baa diminished in value ekaclly §50,600—and that lu.o by his own confes sion. What a literary lunge! A drama p f I law, libel arid loss; He is the King’s edilor, too. Enviable,'monarch, strong In types— tho press—the press forever—mny it pfesS crowd lit the rtrCel HedrS it, and bursts lorlfi tri one long shout! Old Delaware hears if, and gives it back in the hurrah of her thousand sailors. The city hears it, and starts up from desk and work-bench, as though an earthquake had spoken. Yet still,- while the Bweat pours from his brow, that old bell-keeper htlrls theiron-tongue, ......................................... and still—boom—bbb'm—boom—the bell speaks on until the wot’ld join in ops universal ex- 1 10 the city and the world. presslon at its inexpressible power. ShoUt. T h e r e is a terrible poetry in the'sound of that yp inips black your rollers oncW—roll home | Slate House bell at dead of ilight, When striking iy°u |!fe‘qLiek, squeeze—-pull away—there go the slibets dancing from ihe'iymptm to tbe inerry tune of lever and screw—o 0 —oflf— fly the world through—leave not an editorial sanctum until ils bewildered inmate drops its sullen and solemn— o n e I It rouses crime from its task, mirth from its wine-cup, muider from its knife, bribery from' its gold. There is a terrible poetry in that sound. It speaks it) Us like a voice from out youth—like a lcnell of his VpeBtacios, opens his lungs, and joins ‘in I God’s judgment—like a solemn, yet kind re tire ehorus loud—‘h a ! ba ! !-^an editor sued ( mejnbrancer of friends, now dead and gone. fpr o n e y § 5 0 , 0 0 0 —he I be ! Spiiit of Roths child befriend us.’ But we must stop, or I the sued will become as mad as the suer,” J o h n Q u i n c y A d a m s .— This venerable Statesman, WhOse detention by reason of se vere illness from his seat in Congress lias been felt as a national calamity, arrived in town last evening en route for Washington. He Is accompanied by his wife and his son, Charles Francis Adams, Esq. His return to his legislative duties at the present crisis is an event at which every lovqr of freedom will rejoice.—A. Y. Tribune , Feb. 10, There is a terrible poetry in that sound at dead oi night, but Ihere was a day when the echo of that bell awoke a world, slumbering iii tyranny and crime! Yes, as the old man swung the Iron Tongu: the bell spoke to all the world. That sound crossed the Atlantic—pierced the dungeons of Europe—the work-shops of Englahd—the vas* Sal-fields of France. That Echo spoke to the slave—bade him look from his toil—and know himself a man. Tbat Echo startled the Kings upon their crumbling thrones. • That Echo was the knell of ICing-craft, Priest-craft, and all other crafts born 'of the Jesse B. Thomas has been elected a Judge darkness of ages, and baptized in the seas of ofthe Supreme Court ofthe State Of Missouri. 1 blood, TIIE SrEF.Cir OP t h e m a n in t h e r e d c l o a k , \ Gibbet ? They may stretch our necks with all lhe gibbets in the land—they mdy turn every rock into a scaflold-e^hvery tree into a gallows, every home into a grave, and yet the words on that Parchment can never die! They may pour onr blood on a thousand scallotd’s, and jet from every drop that dyes the tiie; 6t drips- on the saw-dust of tlife block, a new ffiarlyr tQ Freedom will spring into birth! . The British King may lilot ollt the Stats of God from His sky, but lie cannot blot out His words written on the Parchment there ! The Works of Gdtl fnay perish—His Word, never! These words will go- forth to the W-tiiiil When our bones are dust. To tlte slave in the mines they will speak Hope—to the mechanic in^ his work-shop, FSeeBoM—IB the coward-kings these words Will speak, but not in WU'rds iff flatlety 1 No, no ! They will Speak like the flaming syllables on Belshazzar’s wall—t/ir days of y o u r Pride and Glory arc numbered! The days of Judgment and Revolution draiii near! Yes, that rarchmertt wilt speak to the Kings in h language sad and terrible its the trump of the Archangel.» You have trampled on mankind long enough. At iast the voice of human wo has pierced the eat of God, and calls his Judg ment down. You have Wadpd on to thrones over seas of blood—you have trampled dn to power over (lie necks of millions—you have turned tbe poor man’s s.veat and blood into tobdS for your delicate forms, into crowns for your anhointed brows. Now Kings—now Purpled hangmen of the world—for yon come the days df axes and gibbels and scaffolds—lor you the wrath of man—for you the lightnings oi God! Look! How the light of your Palaces 011 lire flashes up into the midnight sky! Now Purpled bdngman of tbe world—turn and beg for mercy ! , Where will you find it ? Not from God, for you have blasphemed His laws! Not from the People, for you stahd baptized in their blood! Here you turri, and lo! a gibbet! There—and a scaffold looks you in the face: AU around you—death—and nowhere pity. Now, executioners of the human race, kneel down, yes, kneel down upon the sawdust of the scaffold—lay your petfumed heads upon the bldck—bless the axe as it falls—the axe that you sharpened for the poor man’s neck I Such is the message of that Decimation fo Man,to the Kings Of the world! And shall we falter now ? And shall we start back, ap palled when our feet press the very threshhohl Of Freetloiri ? Do I see quailing faces around rile, when- our wives have been butchered— when the heartli-stones of pur land are red with the blood of little children ? What; are there shrinking hearts and falter ing vdices here, when the v6ty dead of our battle-fields arise, and call upon Us to sign that Parahmenl or be accursed forever ? S ign ! it the next moment the gibbet’s rope is round yoitr necltl S ion I if the next mo ment ihis- hall rings with the echo of the falling axe! S ig n I by all your hopes in life or dealh as husbands—as fathers—as men—sign your names to the Patchntent or be accursed forever 1 . Sign—find not pnly fpr youfstdves, but for all ages. For that Parchment will be the Text book of Freedom—the Bible of the Eights of man forever I Sign—for that Declaralidn Will go forth to Ariletlcan hbarts forever, and epeak to those heayls like the voice of God ! And its word will not. be done, until throughout this wide Continent not a single inch of ground owns the sway of the ilfifisli King! Nay, do np! start and whisper with surprise. It is a truth, your own hearts witness it, God proclaims it—this Continent is the property ol a free people, and llieir properly alone. God, I Sdy, proclaims it I Look at this strange his tory of a band of exiles and outcasts, suddenly transformed into a beOple—look at this won derful Exodus of the oppressed ot the Old World into the New, where they came, weak 111 arms hut mighty in God-like fa th— nay, look at the history of yofir Bunker Hill—your Lex ington—where a band of plain farmers mocked and trampled down the panoply oi British aims, and tell me, if you can, that God has not given America to tbe free? Jt is not given to our jiobr htl'man intellect to climb the skies, tn pierce the counsels of the Airfiighly One. Hut methinks I stand among the awful clouds which veil the bfiglitness of Jehovah’s throne. Methinks 1 see the record ing Angel—pale as an angel Is pale, Weeping as dn Angel can weep—coiite trembling np to that Throne, and speak his dread message— • Falher, the Old World is baptized in blood! Falher, it is drenched with the bfood of millions, butchered in war, in persecution, ill slow and grinding oppression I Father, look, with one glance t)f Thine Eternal eyei look over Europe, Asia, Africa, and behold evermore, that terrible sight, man trodden down beneath tho oppres sor’s feet—nations lost in blood—Murder and Superstition walking hand in hand over thu graves of their victims, and not a single Voice to whisper Hope to Mutt! ’ He stands there, the Angel, Ids hands trem bling with the black record of human guilt.— Buthaik! The voice of Jehovah speaks out from the awful cloud^1 Let there he light again. Let there be a New World. Tell my people—the poor—the trodden.dowrt millions to go out from the Old World. Tell them to gd dltt from wrong, oppression and |;!<ioil—tell them lo go out from this Old World—to build up my altar in lhe New I ’ As God liVek, my friends; 1 believe that to he His voice ! Yes', wBre my soul trembling 011 the wing for Eternity, were this hand freezing in death, were this voice choking with the last struggle, I would still with, the last impulse of that soul, wilh the last wave of that hand, with the last gasp of that voice, implure yotl to re member this trulh—(Jt'd has givett America lo the free! Yes, as 1 sank down into thegloomy shadows of the grave, with my iast grlsp, I would lieg you to sign that L’archihdnt in the name of the One who made the Savior who re deemed you—-in the hame of the millions whose very breath Is now hushed, in intense expecta tion, as they look up *9 V'01! !or Hie awful words—You a r e Free I ” 0, many years haVe gone sirtce that hour— the Speaker, his brethren, all, have crumbled into dust; but it would require an Angel’s pen to picture the magic of dial Speaker’s look, the deep, terrihle emphasis cf his voice; the prophet like beckoning of iiis hand, the magnetic ilame which, shooting from his ej’es, soon tired every heart throughout the hall. He fell exhausted in Jiis seat, hut the Work was done. A wild murmur runs through Ihe hall. Sign ? Hah ! There is no doubt now. LQok 1 How they rush forward—stout-hearted Johp Hancock lias Scarcely time to sign his bold name, before (he pen is grasped by another —another, and aiiqther ! Look how the names blaze on the Parchment. Adams, and Lee, and Jefferson, and CartOll, and now, Roger Shetman, the Shoemaker. And beta tomes g'ood old Stephen Hopkins —yes, trembling willt palsy he Jotters forward —quivering from bead lo foot, with his shaking hands, lie seizes the pen, lie scratches his patriot name. Then comes Benjamin Franklin, the Prititcr, and now the tall man in the red cloak advances, the man who made the fiery speech n moment ago—witli tlte same hand that but now waved |n such fiery scorn lie writes his name— P a t - mb's H e n r y . And now the Parchment-is Signed ; and now let the word go forth to the people in the streets —to'the homes of Aiiierica—to the camp of Mister Washington, und the Palace of Geotge, the idiot King—let the word go out to all the earth— l'ifty-slc Traders, and Farmers, and Me chanics, have this day s’tooh lhe shackles off ihe 'World ! Hark! hark to the toll Of that bell I Is there not a deep poetry in that sound, a poetry tiiore sublime than Slvakspeare orMihdn? Is there not a music in the sound, lhat re minds you of those awful tones which brokfc from AngSl-Iips, when the news of the birtli of the child Jesus hurst on the Shepherds of Beth lehem ? For that bell now speaks out to Ihe world, that—- God has given the American Continent to the f ree— the toiling millions o f the human race — as the last altar of the Rights of Rian dn the Glebe—the home of lhe oppressed f forevcrmore ! * j f t l t i V v I l l U U yO U f* backs. They have more good sense and bettor employment. What are fiine find bustle-bound girls in comparison wiili lijfeaaf Good for nothing but to look at dncj ifiat |q rather disgusting. Give us the indusiriohg Sod liappjr girl, and we care not who WoH ships fashionable and idle simpletons.1’ Foreign Newi-L Recmcd by the Stcamtr “ Sarah Sands.\ E n g land. Parliament commenced its session on the 19th, and was opened by the Queen ill potsoii. The following is TBE QUEEN’S SPEECH: ‘ ‘ My Lords arid Gentlemen : It is wilh tire deepest concern, that upoii your again assembling, I have to call your at tention to the dearth of provisions which pre vails in Ireland, and in parts ol Scotland. In Ireland, especially, the losS of tlte usual food of the people has been the cause of severe sufferings, of disease, and of greatly increased mortality among the poorer classes. Outraged have become more frequent, chiefly directed against property; and tho transit of provisions lias been rendered Unsafe in some parts of the country: With a view (0 mitigate these evils, ,very large numbers of irieti have been employed and have retieived wages in pursuance of an Act passed in the last Session of Parliament Some' deviations from that Act, wliich have been au- thotised by the Lord Lieutenant of Ireland, in order to promote mote useful empbyment, will; I trust, receive your sanction. Means have been taken to lessen lire pressure of want ill districts which are most remote from the ordi nary sources oi supply. Outrages have beeti repressed, as far as it was possible, by the mili tary and police. It is satisfactory to me to observe,that in ma ny df the mciht distressed dlsuicls; the patience ahd resignation of tho people liave been most exemplary. The deficiency of the harvest in France and Germany, and other parts of Europe, has added to the didicully ol obtaining adequate supplies of provisions. i t Will be yo u r d u t y to consider \v |iat farther m e a s u r e s are required lo alleviate th e existing distress: I recom m e n d to y o u to tak e in to y o u r serio u s coiisideralion, W h e ther by increasing f o r a lim ited period the facilities for im p o r ting corn from foreign cou n tr ies, a n d by t h e adm ission of su g a r more f r e e ly in to brew e ries an d distilleries; th e s u x q i iy o f foo.1 rfiay be beneficially UUgm'eiiL ed I have likewise to direct your earnest con: sideration to Ihe permanent condition of Ireland; You will perceive, in the absence of political excitement, an opportunity for taking a dispas sionate sUrvdy Uf (lie social evils which afflict that part of the tinllBd Kingdom. Various measures will be laid before you. which, if adopted by Parliament, may tend to raise the great mass Of the people in comiort, to promote agriculture, aud lo lessen the pressure of that competition for tile occupation of land which has been Ihe fruitful source of crime and misery. The marriage of the Infanta Luisa Fernanda ot Spain to the Duke of MoutpCnsier, has given rise to a correspondence between my Governs mfent ffnd those of France ahd Spain. The extinction of the Ftee Slate of Cracow has appeared to me to’ be so manifest a violation of the Treaty of Vienna, that I have commanded that a protest against this dct should be deliver: ed Id the Courts of Vienna, Petersburg and Ber: lin, which were parties to it. Copies of these Several papers will be laid before you. 1 entertain confident hopes that the hostilities in the River Plate, which have so Jong inter rupted commerce, may soon he terminated; and my efforts, in conjunction with those ol tho King of lire French, will be earnestly directed to lhat eliii: _ Sly relations generally with Foreign Powers inspire me wilh the fullest confidence in the maiutcnniwe of peace.” T h e t-lA P r 'r d i R i . . — We find the follow ing in Ihe Boston Post! “ Aye, she is n happy gid! \ e ll,10W by her fiesh loolis and b u o y a n t spirits. Day in, and diiy out, she has something 10 do, and she tabes hold of ihe woik as if she did not fear to soil her lipnds, or spoil her apron. Such girls we iove and respect, wherever we meet them, in a palace or a hovel. Always pleasant ........... ...... ..... ......... and always kind, nevet turn up\ their r.oses|'\vhicha spcciul'biirwiifbop'rescnrea\o’ XVuncct SPEECH OF THE KING OF THE FRENCH; ln summoning you lo resume the labor of the sfession; my first wish is that you should afiord my Government all your co-operation, in order to relieve the sufferings winch this year press upon a portion of our population. I have has tened to order the measures calculated to attain lhat end. I hope that by the firm maintenance of order, by (lie liberty and security of commer cial transactions, by ah ample and judicious applicatibn of the public fortune, efficiently aid ing the zeal df private cbariiy, we shall mitigate these trials with which Providence sometimes visits the most. My relations with all the Foreign Powers afiord the firm confidence that the peace of the world continues secured. Tlte marriage of my beloved son, the Duke flu Montpensier, to my beloved niece, the infanta of Spain, Louisa Fernanda, 1ms completed the satisfaction and consolations Which Providence has vouchsafed me in my family. This union wilt prove a fresh pledge of those friendly and intimate relations that have so long existed be tween Frahce and Spain, and the maintenance of which is as desirable for the prosperity as the mutual security of both States. 1 have reason to hope that the affairs of the River Plate will, before long, be adjusted con formably to the views adopted by my govern ment, in concert wilh lhat of the Queen of Great Britain, for lire re-establishment of the security of our commercial relations in that country. I have concluded with the Emperor of Russia a treaty of navigation, wliich guarantees lo ns, by a just reciprocity in our maritime relations wilh that empire, advantages which it was im: portaiil tb tis to jfresferve. An unexpected event has impaired the state of things founded in Europe by the late treaty of Vienna. The Republic of Cracow, an inde: pendent and neutral slate, lias been incorporated with the Empire Of Austria. 1 have protested, against that infraction of the treaties. At home, the constant progress of the public revenue, despile the causes that might have checked it, demonstrates tbat the activity add resources of the country continue to increase. Laws of finance, and various others relative to important improvements in the legislation ancl administration of the kingdom, will be submitted to your deliberation. The great public Works wliich we have Un dertaken shall be completed, with the persever ance Which the interests of the country Com mand, ahd with the prudence indispensable to tbe maintenance of public credit. You will also have to direct your attention to measures calculated to second in our African (Algerine) possession the progress of coloniza tion!, and of its internal prosperity. Tranquility so happily restored to Algeria by the valor uml. devotedness ot our arriiy, enables us to exam i-.a jmaturely that important question, respecii g you-.
