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13. THE DEFIANT SEMINOLE CHIEF.

BLAZE, with your serried columns

I will not bend the knee !
The shackles ne'er again shall bind
The arm which now is free.
I've mailed it with the thunder,
When the tempest muttered low;
And where it falls, ye well may

The lightning of its blow!

I've scared ye in the city,

I've scalped ye on the plain;

dread

Go, count your chosen where they fell
Beneath my leaden rain!

I scorn your proffered treaty !
The pale face I defy!

Revenge is stamped upon my spear,
And blood my battle-cry!

Ye've trailed me through the forest,
Ye 've tracked me o'er the stream;
And struggling through the everglade,
Your bristling bayonets gleam;
But I stand as should the warrior,
With his rifle and his spear,

The scalp of vengeance still is red,

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I loathe ye with my bosom,

I scorn ye with mine eye;

And I'll taunt ye with my latest breath,

And fight ye till I die!

I ne'er will ask ye quarter;

I ne'er will be your slave;

But I'll swim the sea of slaughter,

Till I sink beneath the wave!

G. WILLIAM PATTEN.

14. PLEA OF THE POCOMTUC CHIEF.

WHITE man, there is eternal enmity between me and thee! I quit not the land of my fathers but with my life. In these woods where I bent my youthful bow, I will still hunt the deer. Over yonder waters I will still glide, unrestrained, in my bark canoe. By those dashing water-falls I will still lay up my winter's supply of food. On these fertile meadows I will still plant my corn.

Stranger, the land is mine! I understand not these paper rights. I gave not my consent when, as thou sayest, these broad regions were purchased, for a few bawbles, of my fathers. They could sell what was theirs ; but they could sell no more. How could my fathers sell that which the Great Spirit sent me into the world to live upon? They knew not what they did.

The stranger came, a timid suppliant, few and feeble, and asked to lie down on the redman's bear-skin, and to warm himself at the redman's fire; to have a little piece. of land to raise corn for his women and children; and now he is become strong and mighty and bold: he spreads out his parchment over the whole, and says, "It is mine!"

Stranger, there is not room for us both! The Great Spirit has not made us to live together. There is poison in the white man's cup. The white man's dog bites at

the redman's heels. If I should

leave the land of

my fathers, whither should I fly? Shall I go to the South, and dwell among the graves of the Pequots ? Shall I wander to the West? the fierce Mohawk, the man-eater, is my foe. Shall I fly to the East? the Great Water is before me. No, stranger; here I have lived, and here I will die; and if here thou abidest, there is eternal war between me and thee.

Thou hast taught me thy arts of destruction. For that And now take heed to thy steps:

alone I thank thee.

the redman is thy foe.

When thou goest forth by day,

my bullet shall whistle by thee; when thou liest down at night, my knife shall be at thy throat. The noonday sun shall not discover thy enemy, and the darkness of night shall not protect thy rest. Thou shalt plant in terror, and I will reap in blood; thou shalt sow the earth with corn, and I will strew it with ashes; thou shalt go forth with the sickle, and I will follow after with my scalping-knife; thou shalt build, and I will burn, till the white man, or the Indian, shall cease from the land. Go thy way, for this time, in safety, but remember, stranger, there is eternal war between me and thee.

EDWARD EVERETT.

15. BONAPARTE TO HIS ARMY IN

ITALY.

THE first Italian campaign in 1796 has few parallels in history for brilliant victories rapidly gained; and the address of Napoleon in no degree exaggerates the successes realized.

SOLDIERS: You have in a fortnight gained six victories, taken twenty-one stands of colors, seventy-one pieces of cannon, several strong places, and made fifteen thousand prisoners. You have fought battles without cannon, made forced marches without shoes, and, deprived of everything, have supplied everything. The republican phalanxes, the soldiers of Liberty, were alone capable of suffering what you have suffered.. At the commencement of the campaign you were destitute of everything Now you are amply provided. The magazines taken from your enemies

are many. The artillery for the field and the siege are already here.

Soldiers, the country has a right to expect great things of you. Justify her expectations! The greatest obstacles are undoubtedly overcome; but you have battles still to fight, cities to take, rivers to pass. you whose courage is diminished? is diminished?

Is there one among Is there one among

you who would prefer returning to the summits of the Alps and the Apennines? No! all burn with the desire of extending the glory of the French, to humble the proud kings who dare to meditate putting us again in chains, to dictate a peace that shall be glorious, and that shall indemnify the country for the immense sacrifice which she has made. All of you burn with a desire to say, on your return to your home, "I belong to the Army of Italy.".

Friends, I promise this conquest to you; but there is one condition which you must swear to fulfil: that is, to respect the people whom you deliver, to repress the horrible pillage which some wretches, instigated by our enemies, have practised. Unless you do this, you will no longer be the friends, but the scourge, of the human race. You will no longer form the honor of the French people! They will disavow you! Your victories, your successes, the blood of your countrymen who died in battle, - all, even honor and glory, will be lost. With respect to myself and the generals who possess your confidence, we shall blush to command an army without discipline, and who shall admit no other law than that of force.

People of Italy, the French Army comes to break your chains! The French people are the friends of all people. Come with confidence to them. and customs shall be respected. erous enemies, and wish only to tyrants who oppress you.

Your property, religion, We make war as genmake war against the

Trans. from the French.

16. GRATTAN'S APPEAL FOR IRELAND.

I APPEAL to your sober senses; I appeal also to your love of freedom, to your pride as a nation, and to the feelings which belong to man. advice.

I give my opinion and·

I am attached, and ever will be attached, to England, so long as she upholds the liberties of Ireland; but I am, and ever will be, and ever ought to be, the enemy of England, if she attempts to keep Ireland in slavery. Therefore it is that I advise you to meet. Assemble in your parishes, villages, and hamlets! Resolve petition-address! Petition against the demolition of your constitution! Your lives, your properties, those of your wives and children,—all may be at stake! Recollect that liberty consists not only in its actual enjoyment, but in the impossibility of another depriving you of it without your consent.

Habitual departures from freedom familiarize men with arbitrary power. What others permit to be inflicted upon us, they may at no distant day tolerate themselves. All is doubt, distrust, disgrace. Rely on it that the certain and fatal result in this instance will be to make Ireland hate the connection, contemn the council of England, and despise her power.

Call for an inquiry into the real or supposed crimes of Ireland, for which she is to be visited with this calamity. Challenge proof, and put yourselves on God and your country. If guilty, let us calmly abide the results, and peaceably submit to our sentence. But if we are traduced, and really be innocent, tell Ministers the truth, and strain every effort to avert their oppression. Do not descend to your graves with the damaging censure that you suffered the liberties of your country to be taken away, and that you were mutes as well as cowards.

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