Part 33 (1/2)
-- A L, 1997
”But, froain to the land of free schools; to Bunker's Hill There, behind a poor ditch of half a night's raising, you behold fifteen hundred ulars with a heavy train of artillery!
With such odds against them, such fearful odds in numbers, discipline, arms, and martial fame, will they not shrink from the contest, and, like their southern friends, juht to read; to a man they have been instructed to KNOW, and dearer than life to prize, the blessings of FREEDOM
Their bodies are lying behind ditches, but their thoughts are on the wing, darting through eternity The warning voice of God still rings in their ears
The hated fors pass before their eyes
They look back to the days of old, and strengthen theallant forefathers dared for LIBERTY and for THEM
They looked forward to their own dear children, and yearn over the unoffendingup to them for protection And shall this infinite host of deathless beings, created in God's own iression in glory and happiness; shall they be arrested in their high career, and froraded into the slaves of ing firelocks, and drawing their sights along the death-charged tubes, they long for the co up of the British thousands
Three times the British thousands ca their near approach, received the that shi+vered their ranks, and heaped the field with their weltering carcasses
”In short, overnht, they must understand it This they cannot do without education
And as a large portion of the citizens are poor, and can never attain that inestiovernovernment to bestow it freely upon thereater the duty to overnht, and fear to come to it, because their deeds are evil” But a fair and cheap governht, and rejoices to coht, that it may be ilance and valor that an enlightened nation can rally for its defence
And, God knows, a good governive its citizens a thorough knowledge of its own excellencies
For as soation, have been lost; so the best government on earth, if not duly known and prized, ues will rise, and the people through ignorance, and love of change, will follow them
Vast arht
And after desolating their country with all the horrors of civil war, the guilty survivors will have to bend their necks to the iron yokes of so, unpitied, those galling chains which they have riveted upon themselves for ever”
This, as nearly as I can recollect, was the substance of the last dialogue I ever had with Marion It was spoken with an elorious action at Bunker's Hill, as though he had been one of the coreat, his voice became altered and broken; and his face kindled over with that living fire hich it ont to burn, when he entered the battles of his country
I arose froic of his tongue, found ht hand stretched by my side; it was stretched to my side for the sword that ont to burn in the presence of Marion when battle rose, and the crowding foe was darkening around us But thanks to God, 'teet delusion all
No sword hung burning byfoe darkened around us
In dust or in chains they had all vanished away, and bright in his scabbard rested the sword of peace in my own pleasant halls on Winyaw bay
Chapter 32
The death of Marion -- his character
”Next to Washi+ngton, O glorious shade!
In page historic shall thy name have place
Deep on thy country's allant deeds which time shall ne'er erase
Ah! full of honors, and of years farewell!