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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 O’o- 45-