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A REVOLUTIONARY REBIC?

A SERMON,

Preached on the Eve of the Battle of Brandywine, Sept. 10, 1777,

BY THE

REV. JOAB TROUT.

"They that take the Sword, shall perish by the Sword,"

SOLDIERS AND COUNTRYMEN:-We have met this evening perhaps for the last time. We have shared the toil of the march, the peril of the fight, and the dismay of the retreat, alike; we have endured the cold and hunger, and the contumely of the infernal foe, and the courage of the foreign oppressor. We have sat, night after night, by the camp-fire; we nave together heard the roll of the reveille, which called us to duty, or the beat of the tatoo, which gave the signal for the hardy sleep of the soldier, with the earth for his bed and his knapsack for his pillow.

And now, soldiers and brethren, we have met in the peaceful valley on the eve of battle, while the sun-light is dying away. behind yonder heights, the sun-light that. to-morrow morn, will glimmer on scenes of blood. We have met amid the whitening tents of our encampment, in time of terror and of gloom, we have gathered together-God grant it may not be the last time,

It is a solemn moment. Brethren does not the solemn voice of nature seem to cho the sympathies of the hour? The flag of our country droops heavily from yonder staff; the breeze has died away along the green plain of Chadd's Ford-the plain that spreads before s glittering in the sun-light-the heights of the Brandywine arising gloomy and grand beyond the waters of yonier stream all nature holds a pause of solemn silence on the eve of the uproar, of the blood-shed and strife of

to-morrow.

They fast take the sword shall perish by the sword."

And have they not taker the sword 7

Let the desolated plain, the blood-sodden valley, the burned farn-house, blackening in the sun, the sacked village, and the ravaged town, answer let the whitening bones of the butchered farmer strown along the fields of his homesteads answer-let the starving mother, with her babe cling ing to her withered breast that can afford no sustenance, let her answer, with the death-rattle mingling with the murmuring tones. that mark the last struggle of life--let the dying mother and her babe answer.

It was but a day past and our land slept in the quiet of peace. War was not here-wrong was not here Fraud and wo, and misery and want, dwelt not among us From the eternal solitude of the green woods, arose the blue smoke of the settler's cabin, and golden fields of corn looked forth from amid the waste of the wilderness, and the glad

music of human voices awoke the silence of the forest.

Now, God of Mercy, behoid the change! Under the shadow of a pretest, under the sanctity of the name of fiod, invoking the Redeemer to their aid, de these foreign hirelings slay our people! They destroy our towns, they darken our plains, and now encompass our posts on the plain of Chadd's Ford.

"They that take the Sword, shall perish by the Sword,”

Brethren, think me not unworthy of belief when I tell you the doom of the British is near! Think me not vain, when I tell you that beyond the clond that now enshrouds us. I see gathering, thick and fast, the darker frown and a blacker storm of Divine indignation!

They may conquer us to-morrow. Might and wrong may prevail, and we may be driven from this field-but the hour of God's own vengeance

will come!

Aye, if in the vast solitude of eternal space, if in the heart of the boundless universe, there throbs the being of an awtal God, quick to avenge and sure to punish guilt, then will the man Georg, of Brunswick, called King, feel in his brain and his heart, the vengeance of the

eternal Jehovah! A blight will be upon his life-a withered brain and accursed intellect; a blight will be upon his children, and upon his people. Great God, how dread the punishment 1

A crowded populace, peopling the dense towns where the man of money thrives, while the laborer starves: want striding among the peo ple in all its forms of terror; an ignorant and God-defying priesthood chuckling over the miseries of millions; a proud and merciless nobility adding wrong to wrong, and heaping insult upon robbery and fraud; royalty corrupt to the very heart, and aristocracy rotten to the core? crime and want linked hand in hand, and tempting men to deeds of wo and death-these are a part of the doom and retribution that will come upon the English throne and the English people!

Soldiers-Llook around upon your familiar faces with a strange inter est) To-morrow morning we will all go forth to the battle-for need I tell you that your unworthy minister will arch with you, invoking God's aid in the fight, to fight for your homesteads, for your wives and

children?

My friends, I might arge you to fight by the galling memories of British wrong. Walton-I might tell you of your butchered father. in the silence of the night, on the plains of Trenton. I might ring his death shriek into your ears. Shellmire-I might tell you of a butchered mother, and a sister outraged; the lonely farm-house, the night assault, th roof in flames the shout of the troopers as they dispatched their victims; the cries for mercy, the pleadings of innocence for pity. I might paint this all again, in vivid colors of the terrible reality if I thought your courage needed auch wild excitement

But I know you are strong in the might of the Lord. You will march forth to battle on the morrow with light hearts and determined spirits, though the solemn duty-the duty of avenging the dead-may rest heavy on your souls,

And in the hour of battle, when all around is darkness lit by the larid cannon glare, and the piercing musket flash, when the wounded strew the ground, and the dead litter your path, then remember, soldiers, that God is with you. The eternal God fights for you-be rides on the battle cloud-he sweeps onward with the march of the hurricane charge-God the awful and the infinite, fights for you. and will triumph.

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"They that take the Sword, shall perish by the Sword."

You have taken the sword, but not in the spirit of wrong and ravage You have taken the sword for your homes, for your wives, for your little You have taken the sword for truth, for justice and right, and to you the promise is-be of good cheer, for your foer have taken the sword in defiance of all that man holds dear, in blasphemy of God-they shall perish by the sword,

And now brethren and soldiers. I bid you all farewell. Many of ag may fall in the battle of to-morrow. God rest the souls of the fallenmany of us may live to tell the story of the fight to-morrow, and in the memory of all will ever rest and Jinger the quiet scene of the autumnal night!

Solemn twilight advances over the valley; the woods on the opposite heights fling their long shadows over the green of the meadowe; around us are the tents of the continental hoste, the suppressed bustle of the camp, the hurried tramp of the soldiers to and fro among the tents, stillness and awe that marks the eve of battle.

When we meet again, may the shadow of twilight be flung overa peaceful land. God in Heaven grant it.

Prayer, for the Revolution!

Great Father, we bow before thee, we invoke thy blessings, we deprecate thy wrath; we return thee thanks for the past, and we ask thy aid for the future. For we are in times of trouble oh. Lord and sore beset by foes, merciless and unpitying. The sword gleams over our land and the dust of the soil is dampened with the blood of our neighbors and friends.

Ob God of Mercy, we pray thy blessing or the American arms. Make the man of our hearts strong in thy wisdom; bless, we beseech thee, with renewed life and strength our hope, and thy instrument, even GEORGE WASHINGTON. Shower thy counsels on the Honorable, the CONTI NENTAL CONGRESS: vis the tents of our host; comfort the soldier in his wounds and afflictions; nerve him for the fight; prepare him for the nour of death, And in the hour of defeat, God of Hosts, do thou be our stay, and in the hour of triumph, be thou our guide. Teach us to be merciful Though the memory of galling wrongs be at our hearts, knocking for admittance, that they may fill us with the desire of revenge, yet, let us, oh Lord spare the vanquished, though they never spared as, in the hour of butchery and bloodshed. And in the hour of death, do thou guide us to the abode prepared for the blest: so shall we return thanks unto thee through Christ our Redeemer-Gud prosper the cause. AMES.

The above is from an old copy in the possession of HENRY STEVENS, Esq., Burlington, Vt.

VOL. XIII.-No. 3.-19

FRESH NEWS

JUST ARRIVED

An Express

From the 'Provincial-Camp near Boston, with the following interesting. Account of an Engage ment at Charlestown. between about Three Thousand of the King's Regular Forces, and about half the Number of Provincials, on Saturday, the 17th Instant.

N Friday night, June 17th, 1500 of the Provincials went to Bunker's Hill, in order to intrench there, and continued intrenching till Saturday 10 o'clock, when two thousand Regulars marched out of Boston, landed in Charlestown, and plundering it of all its valu able effects, set fire to it at 10 different places at once; then dividing their army, one of them marched up in the front of the Provin rial's intrenchment, and began to attack the Provincials at long shot; the other part of the army marched round the town of Charlestown, under cover of the smoak occasioned by the fire of the town. The Provincial Centinels discovered the Regulars marching upon their left wing. Upon notice of this, given by the Centinel to the Connecticut forces posted on that wing, Captain Nolton, of Ashford, with 400 of said forces, immediately repaired to, and pulled up a post and rail fence, and carrying the posts and rails to another fence, put then together for a breast work. Capt. Nolton gave orders to the men, not to fire until the enemy were got within 15 rods, and then not till the word was given. At the word being given, the enemy fell surprizingly. It was thought by spectators who stood at a distance, that our men did great execution. The action continued about two hours, when the Regulars on the right wing were put into confusion, and gave way. The Connecticut troops closely pursued them, and were on the point of pushing their bayonets; when orders were received from General Pomeroy, for those who had been in action two hours, to fall back, and their places to be supplied by fresh forces. These orders being mis taken for a direction to retreat, our troops on the right wing began a general retreat, which was handed to the left; the principal place of action, where Captains, Nolton, Chester, Clarke, and Putnam had forced the enemy to give way and retire before them, for some considerable distance; and being warmly pursuing the enemy, were with difficulty persuaded to retire: But the right wing, by mistaking the orders, having already retired; the left, to avoid being encircled, were obliged to retreat also with the main body. They retreated with precipitation, across the causeways to Winter-Hill, in which they were exposed to the fire of the enemy, from their shipping and floating batteries. We sustained our principal loss in passing the causeway. The enemy pursued our troops to Winter-Hill, where the Provincials being reinforced by General Putnam, renewed the battle with great spirit, repulsed the enemy with great slaughter, and pursued them till they got under cover of their cannon from the shipping. When the enemy retreated to Bunker's Hill, and the Provincials to Winter-Hill; where after entrench ing and erecting batteries, they on Monday began to fire on the Regulars on Bunker's Hill, and on the ships and floating batteries in the bar, bour, when the express came away.

The number of Provincials killed, is between 40 and 70; 140 wounded of the Connecticut troops, 16 were killed; no officer among them, was either killed or wounded, except Lieut. Grovesnor, who is wounded in the hand. A Colonel or Lieut. Col. of the New-Hampshire forces among the dead. It is also said, that Doctor. Warren, is undoubtedly among the slain. The Provincials lost 3 iron six pounders, some entrenching tools and knapsacks.

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The number of Provincials was The number of Regulars that first attacked the Provincials on Bunker's Hill was not less than 2000. only 1500, who, it is supposed would have soon gained a compleat victory, had it not been for the unhappy mistake already mentioned. Regulars were afterwards reinforced with 1000 men.. It is uncertain how great a number of the enemy were killed or wounded; but it was sup posed by spectators, who saw the whole action, that there could not be less than 4 or 500 killed. Mr. Gardner who get out of Boston en Sunday evening, says that there were 500 wounded men brought into that place, the morning before he came out.

This account was taken from Captain Elijah Hide, of Lebanon, who was a spectator on Winter-Hill, during the whole action.

New-York: Printed by John Anderson, at Beekman-Slip.

The original Handbill, [1775,] of which the above is a copy, is in the hands of HEWRY STEVENS, Esq., of Barnet, President of the Yermont Historical and

Antiquarian Society,

MINOR TOPICS

SKETCH OF REV. WILLIAM BARRY

The Rev. William Barry, who died at the residence of his son-in-law, Belden F. Culver, in Chicago, on the 17th of January, 1885, came from one of the oldest New England families and was a brother of the historian who wrote what is conceded to be the best history of Massachusetts. Their father, William Barry, was a member of the Massachusetts Legislature and a conspicuous Mason. Their mother was Esther Stetson. Mr. Barry was born in Boston, began his education at Woburn, prepared for college at Bingham, spent four years at Brown University, graduating in 1822; studied law more than a year with Chief-Justice Shaw; traveled extensively in the South; entered the Divinity School at Cambridge in 1826, and after two years there went to Europe and spent two years more studying at Gottingen and Paris. In 1830 he was licensed as a preacher by the Boston Association of Ministers of the liberal faith, and was ordained pastor of the South Congregational Church in Lowell. Here he continued for five years, building up a society of over 250 families. He then went to Framingham as pastor of the First Church in 1835. Here he wrote his history of Framingham, a valuable work of 450 pages. In 1844 failing health compelled him to stop work and he visited Europe, accompanied by his wife, who was daughter of Deacon Cephas Willard, a descendant of one and nephew of another President of Harvard University. In the beautiful sketch of Mrs. Barry (who died in 1883) by Miss Star, it is stated that for more than a century the office of Deacon in the First Church of Petershaw was held by Cephas Willard and his father.

Dr. Barry was a very thorough and ripe scholar, an eloquent writer, and had rare gifts of expression, and he had the good fortune to possess a wife of equal endowments of head and heart. The three years they spent together in Europe, from 1844 to 1847, added greatly to their store of intellectual treasures. He then returned to Lowell to take charge of another church. Feebleness of health, however, compelled cessation of labor in 1851, and he again went to Europe, and to Asia and Syria, visiting the Holy Land and sojourning in Italy and the South of France. In 1853 his physicians required his leaving the ministry and advised a trial of our Western climate. He accordingly came to Chicago in 1853 with his wife and daughters, who have since become the wives of Mr. Lawrence Proudfoot and Mr. Belden F. Culver.

Shortly after his coming here Dr. Barry drew the charter and started the Chicago Historical Society, and by his great learning, culture, courtesy of manner and rare conversational talents interested most of the leading citizens of Chicago in

Dr. Barry gave
He resigned

that institution. The organization was completed June 9, 1856. the society the whole benefit of his time and labor for many years. his office as Secretary and Librarian in 1868. The following extract from the address of the late Honorable Isaac N. Arnold, at the dedication of the building in 1868, will show the result of Dr. Barry's efforts :

"Our library is believed to be nearly complete in the publications of the United States Government in every department, from its organization to the present time. This is also true of the Territorial and State Governments of Illinois, including all the laws, journals, and records of every department. We have also large collections of the documents of the Northwestern Territories and States, and special efforts were made by the late secretary, Mr. Barry, to collect the session laws and legislative records of all the colonies and of all the States and Territories from the first organization down. We have those of Virginia for two hundred years, those of Massachusetts very nearly complete from the beginning, those of Pennsylvania and New Jersey for one hundred years, and those of the Western States, including Ohio, nearly perfect."

It was in Mr. Barry's room that President Lincoln obtained the data for his memorable address at the Cooper Institute, which led to his Presidency of the United States. In 1865 Mr. Barry again went abroad, partly for recreation and partly for the Historical Society. He returned in 1874. He leaves no descendant bearing his name. His only son, William, died in 1850, and in 1873 he was overwhelmed by the loss of his grandson, William Barry Culver, on the steamship Ville du Havre, while on his way to join his grandparents in Stuttgart. Mr. Barry was one of the most accomplished belles-lettres scholars and one of the ablest writers in the West. His correspondence was immense. Among his published works are: "Farewell Sermon at Lowell," "Rights and Duties of Neighboring Churches," "Thoughts on Christian Doctrine," "History of Framingham," "Twenty-fifth Report of the Schools of Lowell," "The Antiquities of Wisconsin," "Letters from the East," and many others. Dr. Barry had been an invalid for many years, but had seen and talked with his friends with great clearness until the last few weeks. He sat for his picture to Mr. George P. A. Healey about one year ago. His rich storehouse of learning and travel and acquaintance with the leading men of his era have been open to his neighbors and friends who have gone to him as to a sage of a former generation.

In his death Chicago has lost one of those pure and bright exemplars who carried the stream of intellectual force, of moral purity and of social courtesy from the old Cambridge of 1630 to the Massachusetts Colony under John Winthrop, of both Cambridges, and down through seven generations of unmixed Puritan blood, to be diffused at last under new names in the growing generations of Western life and activity

DANIEL GOODWIN, JR.

CHICAGO, January 30

WHERE A KING ONCE LIVED

It is related of Louis Philippe, Duke of Orleans, and afterward King of the French, that when he was in exile wandering through Sweden in 1795, he was much affected by a visit to the house in which Gustavus Vasa had taken refuge from the emissaries of the Danish invader, King Christian II., in 1520. This mansion was reverently preserved by the Swedes in the same state as when Gustavus made it his asylum; and, to reproduce its history the more vividly to visitors of succeeding generations, images of his faithful servants were placed on guard at doorway and bedside, forming, with the ancient building and furniture, an impressive tableau, such as the lifelike wax-figure scenes in the Swedish department of the Centennial Exhibition made us all familiar with a few years ago.

There is still standing in Philadelphia a house in which the Duke of Orleans himself subsequently found a refuge. But, although it was for years thereafter an object of interest to many curious visitors, it has latterly been almost forgotten. It stands in Spruce Street near Third, next above the old Scots' Presbyterian Church, and has undergone considerable alteration since its palmy days when it was the residence of the Duke of Orleans and of the Count de Noailles, brother-in-law of the Marquis de Lafayette, for its parlors have become an upholsterer's shop. It was not to be expected that Philadelphians would preserve Louis Philippe's residence intact with the same scrupulous reverence that the Swedes accorded to the dwelling of their illustrious hero; but the antiquarian will regret the changes which the march of improvement makes in historic buildings.

This house was built for a parsonage to the adjoining church by the Rev. Thomas Marshall, its pastor, in 1786, so it can boast no Revolutionary fame, though the Scots' Church was used as a hospital by the British army after the battle of Brandywine; and it is said that its floor still shows the ineffaceable stains of human blood.

The mansion, however, acquired honor from some of its first occupants; for Mr. Marshall had boarding with him some of the members of the Convention who framed the Constitution of the United States in 1787, and within these venerable walls were its various clauses discussed.

When the Count de Noailles, during the French Revolution, sought refuge in Philadelphia, then the capital of the United States, he rented a part of Mr. Marshall's house, taking his meals at the parson's table. Here he lived some years; and when, in 1796, Louis Philippe, in compliance with the requirements of the French Directory, and out of regard to his mother's wishes, sought the shores of America, he, too, found shelter under the Scottish parson's roof, where he remained during the weary months of waiting the arrival of his young brothers, the Duke de Montpensier and the Count de Beaujolais, after their release from three years' imprisonment in Fort St. Jean, Marseilles. Their voyage was made in a ship crowded with American citizens, just released from slavery in Algiers, and occupied three months. On their arrival, they having brought a supply of money, the Duke of Orleans estab

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