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THE LOUISVILLE GAZETTE.
VOL. Lj
'"GEORGIA LOUISVILLE: Bubhlhed every Tudday, by AMBROSE DAY, at 3 dollars per ann. payable hilt yearly.
Frm the Con/litutiond Telegraph.
STANDING ARMY.
Mr. Parker,
„We jl,all feel th
livei to fall on our knees, ingra
titude to Heaven, for having .
been gracmfly fleafed to give us
lirth and education in America,
and for having defined us to
hue under her laws. We have
reafon to exult if we make our
comparifonwith Eng'and and
the Englifh confutation. — In
America, “ there is no /landing
army."
(President Adams.)
WHILE perilling the ora
tions on the frrfl of March, the
mind of every freemen muff re
coil at the fatal confequences
which have ever attended the
ehablifhment of a Handing ar
my—the happieft and freed
countries have fell a faciifice to
its baneful tendency, and the
page of hiftory is crirnfoned
with the blood, and carnage of
its fanguinary, and vindiftive
footfleps—fcencs of daughter
disfigure the theatre on which
they aft, and groans are the
mournful refponfes , which pro
claim the conduft of the aftors
in this dedruftive drama.
If the wiled, the braved, and
the mod happy nation, now
Hand monuments of Us baneful
effefts, how ought Americans to
Ihudder, (hould fuch a deflruc
live fyfiem be adopted among
them ? While our patriots have
ied their fellow citizens, to re
fieft on the fubjeft with- all the
pathos of oratory—while they
have depiftured the carnage,
the conflagrations, and garments
rovvlcd in blood, which attend
a tiain of mercenaiies, do not
our hcaits burn within us, and'
are we not icady to fall down on
our knees, in the devout attitude
deferibed by the Prefident, and 1
pray God, that fuch a curfe may |
cever befall America.
The faUl effebds of a danding
army are not chimeiical. They
have been the theme of many
'carsdifeourfes, from our facred
lhe madacre of five
0 our fellow citizens in the
rects of Bodon, fummoned us
0 a Teinble to imprefs on our
romds the awful, and alarming
nuns we annually vifited the
°rnbs of our countrymen and
e ppnkled them with our fym
™,c tears; the bells of our
ctropolis on that memorable
rrZ mg r * mindin g us of the
( (atadr °phe, and a melan
ge y P a ufe arretted the feelings
tollinJ i° Wn^men * dur trg the
our A t 0 memor y of
° ur de parttd friends. Yes-
T U E S D A Y, Dec emr f. r to, 1799*
REASON AMD TRUTH IMRARU.IL GUiDE THE HUT.
mafpered brethren, we cannot
forget ihv exit—we Hill rumi
nate on thy untimely fate, and
while mem ry retains a tab et,
each revolving year will add in
feriptions to perpetua'e the
dreadful conflict, between a
Jlandtng army and injured citizens.
Not that I would with to raife
an unrn inly refentment, or excite
unreasonable fufpicions, againfl
ary body of men whatever, yet
when principles are to be examin
ed, the reasoning mud be drawn
from thole fafts which hidory
furnifhes—that the citizens of
America would be ever capable
to praftire what has been lb
often committed in our coun
tries. we can fcarcely admit, but
while the mod pohlhed and the
mod humane nations, have ex
hibited fpecimens of the defbuc
tive confequences of a danding
army, it is our duty to contem
plate the (übjeft with an attentive
jeal'ufy. Could it ever have been
(uppofed that Britain would have
fumifhed fo f tal an example of
its effefts, and that the (beets
of 801 l on would have become a
theatie of its tragic confluen
ces—at that peiiod Biitain was
confidered as our mother : but
notwithftanding this p ctended
maternal conneftion, her chil
dreneaily experienced the aflhft
ing diladei—“ Leaden arguments ’
were foon made the dernier rc
fort, and mangled corps weie
laid breathleb on the ground, to
proclaim through their wounds
the fatal tendency of a (landing
army. Britain as a mother, foon
{ported with the lives of her
children.
Could ary American fuppofe
that the fo lowing melancholy
detail would have been deferip
tiveof Britain, and that a WAK
REN, and an HANCOCK,
would ever have an occafion to
1 depifture a feene in this affefting
i language, as applying to the
| Biitifh nation ?
“ But I forbear, and come
reluftandy to the tranfaftions of
that difmal night, when in (uch
quick fucceffion we felt the ex
tremes of grief, aflonifhment
and rage ; when heaven in anger,
for a dieadful moment, fuffered
htdl to take the reigns ; when
fatan with his cholen band open
ed the (laices of New b nglana s
blood, and facrileg’oufi• po iu
ted our land with the dead bo
dies of her guiltlels lons. Let
| this fad tale of death never be
told wlhout a tear: let not the
heaving bolom ceafe to burn
| with a manly indignation at the
I barbarous (lory, througu the
dong trafts of future time: let
i eveiy parent teil the (hameful
! (lory to his liffning childien till
tears of pity gliflen in their eyes,
and boiling paffton (hakes theii
tender frames : and whilll the
anniverfary of that ill fatt d night
is kept a jubilee in the grim
court of panpasmonium, let a!!
America join in on * common
ptaycr to heaven, that the inhu
man, unprovoked murders of
the fifth of Match, 1770, plan
ned by Hulfbrough, ami a knot:
of treacherous knaves in Bodon,!
and executed by thectuel hand
of Prefion and his (anguinaryj
coadjutors, may ever fi rid on
hiflory without a parallel. But
what, countrymen, withheld the
readaim of vengeance from ex
ecuting indant juflicc on the vi c
a(L dins ? perhaps you feaied
promifeuous carnage might en
fue, and the innocent might
fhare the fate of thofe who had
performed the infernal deed.
But were not all guilty ? Weie
you not too tender of the lives
of thofe who carnc to fi< a yoke
on your necks ? But I mull not
too feveiely blame a fault, which
great fouls only can commit.
May that magnificence of 1 j i»it
which (corns the low purfuits of
malice ; may that generous coo -
paffion which often preft rves
from tuin, even a guilty villain,
forever adiuate the noble bufoms
of Americans !
But let not the mifereant hofl
vainly imagine that we feared
their arms. No; them we dd
pife ; we dread nothing but fla
very. Death is the creature of
a poltroon's brains ; 'tis immor
tality to facnfice cuifelves for
the falvation of our country.
We fear not death. '1 hat gloo
my night, the pale-faced moon
and the affrighted dars that hur
ried through the fky, can witncls
that we fear not death. ( ur
hearts, which at the recolleftion
grow with a rage that four re
volving years have (caredy
taught us to redrain, canwitnefs
that we fe3r not death ; and hap
py 'tis for thofe who dared to
inlult us, that thf ir naked bones
are not now piled up an cverlall
ing monument of M a flat hufetts
bravery. But they retired, they
fled, and in that flight they found
th ironly fafety. We then cx
pe6led that ihe hand of public
juflice would foon infl ft that
punifhment on the murderers,
which, by the laws of God and
man, they had incurred. But
let the unbialb d pen of a Ko
bertfon, or perhaps of feme
equality famed American, con
duft this trial before the great
tribunal of fuccecding gcncia
tions. And though the murderer
may efcape thejulf reientment
of an enraged people ; though
drovvfy jufticc, intoxicated by
the poifonous draught prepared
for her cup, ftill no fs upon her
rotten feat, yet be allured, fuch
complicated' crimes wi 1 meet
their due reward. Tell me, ye
bloody butchers ! yc villains
high and low ! ye wretches who
contrived, as well as you who
executed the inhuman deed f
do you not feel the goads and
(lings of conlrious guilt pierce
through the favage b> Toms ?
though (orne of you may think
yourlelves exalted to a height
that bids defiance to the arms of
human ju dice, and others Ihould
rhcmfclvcs beneath the ma(k of
hyporrify, and build your hopes
of lafety on (he low arts <*f run
ning, chicanery and falfehood ;
yet, do you not fotnetimes fed
the knawings of that worn that
never dies? Do not the injured
fhades of Meverick, Gray, C'ald
we 1, Atturks and Carr, attend
you in your folitary walks, ar
rt II you even m the midll of
your debaucheries, and (ill even
your dreams with terror ? but
if the unappeafed manes of the
dead fhould not difturb their
murderers, yet finely even your
obdurate hearts mull (brink, and
your guilty blood mull chill
within )our rigid veins, when
you behold the rnilerablc Monk,
die wretched viftim of your
lavage cruelty. Cbferve his
tottering knees which fcarce (u(-
tain his waded body ; look on
his haggard eyes ; rnaik well the
dealh-likc palene<s on his ( dlca
check, and tell me, docs not the
fight plant daggers in your fouls ?
unhappy Monk ! cut of rn the
gay mom of manhood, from all
(he joys which fweaten life,
doomed to dragon a pitiful ex
i(fence, without even a hope to
tade the p'cafuresof returning
health! yet Monk, thou lived:
not in vain ; thou 1 1 v< ft a warn
ing to thy country, which (my
pathues with thee in thy fuder
mgs ; thou lived an allettuig,
an alarming inftance of the un
bounded violence which lull of
power, afhfted by a Jiandinr
army , can lc*d a traitor to com
mit,
T he many injuries offered to
die town I pifs over in file nee.
I cannot row mark out the patii
which led to that unequalled
feene of ho tor, the (ad remem
brance of which takes the full
polfeffion of rny foul. The
languinary theatre again opens
itlclf to view. The baleful ima
ges ot tenor croud a»ound rnc—
and difco tented ghofts; wifi
h.Tow groans, appear to (olernn
izc the anriivcrldiy of the fifth
o( March.
Approach we then the melan
choly walk of death, Haber
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