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And bid the raging tumult cease ?
See the son of Hermes rise;
With syren tongue and speaking eyes,

Hush the noise and soothe to peace!

Lo! from the regions of the north,

The reddening storm of battle pours ; Rolls along the trembling earth,

Fastens on Olynthian towers.

56 Where rests the sword ?—where sleeps the brave? Awake! Cecropia's ally save

From the fury of the blast;
Burst the storm on Phocis's walls ;
Rise ! or Greece for ever falls,

Up! or freedom breathes her last !”

The jarring states obsequious now,

View the patriot's hand on high ; Thunder gathering on his brow;

Lightning flashing from his eye!

Borne by the tide of words along,
One voice, one mind, inspire the throng :

“ To arms ! to arms ! to arms !" they cry, ·
“ Grasp the shield, and draw the sword,
Lead us to Philippi's lord,

Let us conquer him-or die !"

Ah eloquence! thou wast undone ;

Wast from thy native country driven, When tyranny eclipsed the sun,

And blotted out the stars of heaven.

When liberty from Greece withdrew,
And o'er the Adriatic flew,

To where the Tiber pours his urn,
She struck the rude Tarpeian rock ;
Sparks were kindled by the shock-

Again thy fires began to burn !

Now, shining forth, thou madest compliant,

The conscript fathers to thy charms; Roused the world-bestriding giant,

Sinking fast in slavery's arms !

I see thee stand by freedom's fane,
Pouring the persuasive strain,

Giving vast conceptions birth :
Hark! I hear thy thunder's sound,

Shake the forum round and round Shake the pillars of the earth !

First-born of liberty divine !

Put on religion's bright array ; Speak! and the starless grave shall shine,

The portal of eternal day!

Rise, kindling with the orient beam;
Let Calvary's hill inspire the theme !

Unfold the garments rolled in blood!
O touch the soul, touch all her chords,
With all the omnipotence of words,

And point the way to heaven-to God.

COLONEL ISAAC HAYNES. AFTER the city of Charleston had fallen into the hands of Lord Cornwallis, his lordship issued a proclamation, requiring of the inhabitants of the colony that they should no longer take part in the contest, but continue peaceably at their homes, and they should be most sacredly protected in property and person.

This was accompanied with an instrument of neutrality, which soon obtained the signatures of

many thousands of the citizens of South Carolina, , among whom was Colonel Haynes, who now con

ceived that he was entitled to peace and security for his family and fortune.

But it was not long before Cornwallis put a new construction on the instrument of neutrality, denominating it a bond of allegiance to the king, and called upon all who had signed it to take up arms against the Rebels ! threatening to treat as deserters those who refused! This fraudulent proceeding in Lord Cornwallis roused the indignation of every honourable and honest man.

Colonel Haynes now being compelled, in violation of the most solemn compact, to take up arms, resolved that the invaders of his native country should be the objects of his vengeance. He withdrew from the British, and was invested with a command in the continental service; but it was soon his hard fortune to be captured by the enemy and carried into Charleston.

Lord Rawdon, the commandant, immediately ordered him to be loaded with irons, and after a sort of a mock trial, he was sentenced to be hung! This sentence seized all classes of people with horror and dismay. A petition, headed by the British Governor Bull, and signed by a number of royalists, was presented in his behalf, but was totally disregarded.

The ladies of Charleston, both whigs and tories, now united in a petition to Lord Rawdon, couched in the most eloquent and moving language, praying that the valuable life of Colonel Haynes might be spared; but this also was treated with neglect. It was next proposed that Colonel Haynes's children (the mother had recently deceased,) should, in their mourning habiliments, be presented to plead for the life of their only surviving parent.

Being introduced into his presence, they fell on their knees, and with clasped hands and weeping eyes they lisped their father's name and pleaded most earnestly for his life, but in vain : the unfeeling man was still inexorable! His son, a youth of thirteen, was permitted to stay with his father in prison, who beholding his only parent loaded with irons and condemned to die, was overwhelmed in grief and sorrow.

" Why," said he, “my son, will you thus break your father's heart with unavailing sorrow? Have I not often told you we came into this world to prepare for a better? For that better life, my dear boy, your father is prepared. Instead then of weeping, rejoice with me, my son, that my troubles are so near an end. To-morrow I set out for immortality. You will accompany me to the place of my execution, and, when I am dead, take and bury me by the side of your mother."

The youth here fell on his father's neck, crying, “O my father! my father! I will die with you ! I will die with you!" Colonel Haynes would have

returned the strong embrace of his son, but alas ! his hands were confined with irons. " Live," said he, “my son, live to honour God by a good life, live to serve your country ; and live to take care of your little sisters and brother !"

The next morning Colonel Haynes was conducted to the place of execution. His son accompanied him. Soon as they came in sight of the gallows, the father strengthened himself, and said Now, my son, show yourself a man! That tree is the boundary of my life, and of all my life's sorrows. Beyond that the wicked cease from troubling, and the weary are at rest. Don't lay too much to heart our separation from you; it will be but short. It was but lately your dear mother died. To-day I die, and you, my son, though but young, must shortly follow us.« Yes, my father,” replied the broken-hearted youth, “ I shall shortly follow you; for indeed I feel that I cannot live long."

On seeing therefore his father in the hands of the executioner, and then struggling in the halter,he stood like one transfixed and motionless with horror. Till then he had wept incessantly, but as soon as he saw that sight, the fountain of his tears was stanched, and he never wept more. He died insane, and in his last moments often called on the name of his father in terms that wrung tears from the hardest hearts.


Mr. President,—The honourable gentleman from Massachusetts, while he exonerates me personally

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