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barmjunted; and the city of Quebec, the object of all our toils, 20W stands in full view before us. A perfidious enemy, who have dared to esasperate you by their cruelties, but not to oppose you on equal ground, are now constrained to face you on the open plain, without ramparts or intrenchments to shelter them.
You know too well the forces which compose their army to dread their superior numbers. A few regular troops from old France, weak. ened ly hunger and sickness, who, when fresh, were unable to withstand the British soldiers, are their General's chief dependence. Those numerous companies of Canadians, insolent, mutinous, unsteady, and ill-visciplined, have exercised his utmost skill to keep them together to this time; and, as soon as their irregular ardor is damped by one firm fire, they will instantly turn their backs, and give you no further trouble but in the pursuit. As for those savage tribes of Indians, whose horrid yells in the forests have struck many a bold heart with affright, terrible as they are with a tomahawk and scalping-knife to a flying and prostrate foe, you have experienced how little their ferocity is to be dreaded by resolute men upon fair and open ground: you can now only consider them as the just objects of a severe revenge for the unhappy fate of many slaughtered countrymen.
This day puts it into your power to terminate the fatigues of a siegu which has so long employed your courage and patience. Possessed with a full confidence of the certain success which British valor . must gain over such enemies, I have led you up these steep and dangerous rocks, only solicitous to show you the foe within your reach. The impossibility of a retreat makes no difference in the situation of men resolved to conquer or die : and, believe me, my friends, if your conquest could be bought with the blood of your General, he would most cheerfully resign a life which he has lorg devoted to his country.
45. TIJE AMERICAN FLAG.-J. R. Drake. Born, 1705; died, 18 20
Wien Freedom, from her mountain height,
Unfurled her standard to the air,
And set the stars of glory there.
Who rear’st aloft thy regal form,
And see the lightning lances driven, When strive the warriors of the storm,
And rolls the thunder-drum of Heaven,
To guard the banner of the free;
The harbingers of victory!
sabres rise and fall
And cowering focs shall fall beneath
That lovely messenger of death.
By angel hands to Valor given !
And all thy hues were born in Heaven. Torever float that standard sheet!
Where breathes the foe but falls before us, With Freedom's soil beneath our feet,
And Freedom's banner streaming o'er us?
46. TO THE AMERICAN TROOPS BEFORE THE BATTLE OF LONG ISLAND, 1776
General George Washington. Born, 1732; died, 1799 The time is now near at hand which must probably determiue whether Americans are to be freemen or slaves; whether they are tu have any property they can call their own ; whether their houses and farms are to be pillaged and destroyed, and themselves consigned to a state of wretchedness from which no human efforts will deliver them, The fate of unborn millions will now depend, under God, on the cour. age and conduct of this army. Our cruel and unrelenting enemy leaves us only the choice of a brave resistance, or the most abject submission. We have, therefore, to resolve to conquer or to die.
Our own, our country's honor, calls upon us for a vigorous and manly exertion ; and if we now shamefully fail, we shall become infamous to the whole world. Let us, then, rely on the goodness of our cause, and the aid of the Supreme Being, in whose hands victory is, to animate and encourage us to great and noble actions. of all our countrymen are now upon us; and we shall have their blessings and praises, if happily we are the instruments of saving them from the tyranny meditated against them. Let us, therefore, animate and encourage each other, and show the whole world that a freeman contending for liberty on his own ground is superior to any slavish mercenary on earth.
Liberty, property, life and honor, are all at stake. Upon your courage and conduct rest the hopes of our bleeding and insulted country. Our wives, children and parents, expect safety from us only; and they have every reason to believe that Heaven will crowd with success so just a cause. The enemy will endeavor to intimidate by show and appearance; but remember they have been repulsed on various occasions by a few brave Americans. Their cause is bad, their men are conscious of it; and, if opposed with firmness and cool. ness on their first onset, with our advantage of works, and knowledge of the ground, the victory is most assuredly ours. Every good soldier will be silent and attentive, wait for orders, and reserve his fire until he is sure of doing execution.
47. TO TIIB ARMY OF ITALY, MAY 15, 1796.- Napoleon Bonaparte. B. 1769 ; d. 1821
Original Translation. SOLDIERS! You have precipitated yourselves like a torrent from the Apennines. You have overwhelmed or swept before you all that opposed your march. Piedmont, delivered from Austrian oppression has returned to her natural sentiments of peace and friendship towarda France. Milan is yours; and over all Lombardy floats the flag of the Republic. To your generosity only, do the Dukes of Farma and of Moděna now owe their political existence. The army which proudly threatened you finds no remaining barrier of defence against your crurage. The Po, the Tessino, the Adda, could not stop you a singlo day. Thos, vaunted ramparts of Italy proved insufficient, you trav ersed them as rapidly as you did the Apennines. Successes so numerous and brilliant have carried joy to the heart of your country. Your representatives have decreed a festival, to be celebrated in ali the communes of the Republic, in honor of your victories. There will your fathers, mothers, wives, sisters, all who hold you dear, rejoice over your triumphs, and boast that you belong to them.
Yes, Soldiers, you have done much; but much still remains for you to do. Shall it be said of us that we knew how to conquer, but not to profit by victory? Shall posterity reproach us with having found a Capúa in Lombardy? Nay, fellow-soldiers ! I see you already eager to cry to arms!' Inaction fatigues you; and days lost to glory are to you days lost to happiness. Let is, then, begone! We have yet many forced marches to make ; enemies to vanquish ; laurels to gather; and injuries to avenge! Let those who have sharpened the poniards of civil war in France, who have pusillanimously assassinated our Ministers, who have burned our vessels at Toulon, - let them now tremble! The hour of vengeance has knolled !
But let not the People be disquieted. We are the friends of every People: and more especially of the descendants of the Brutuses, the Scipios, and other great men to whom we look as bright exemplars. To reestablish the Capitol ; to place there with honor the statues of the heroes who made it memorable; to rouse the Roman People, unnerved by many centuries of oppression, — such will be some of the fruits of our victories. They will constitute an epoch for posterity. To you, Soldiers, will belong the immortal honor of redeeming the fairest portion of Europe. The French People, free and respected by the whole world, shall give to Europe a glorious peace, which shall indemnify it for all the sacrifices which it has borne, the last sis years. Then, by your own firesides
fellow citizens, when they point out any one of you, shall say: "He belonged to the army of Italy!”
43. LORD BYRON TO THE GREEKS. — Alphonse De Lamartine.
Original Translation. A STRANGER to your clime, O men of Greece! born under a sun less pure, of an ancestry less renowned, than yours, – I feel how unworthy is the offering of the life I bring you — you, who number kings, heroes and demi-gods, among your progenitors. But, throughout the world, wherever the lustre of your history has shed its rays, --wherever the heart of man has thrilled at the thought of glory, or softened at the mention of misfortune, — Greece may count a friend, and her children an avenger. I come not here in the vain hope to stimulate the courage of men already roused and resolved. One sole cry remained for you, and you have uttered it. Your language has now one only word — Liberty! Ah! what other invocation need the men of Sparta — of Athens — to bid them riso? These blue Hearens these mountains, these waters, here are your orators here is your present Demosthenes! Wherever the eye can range, wherever the feet can tread, your consecrated soil recounts a tri. umph or a glorious death. From Leuctra to Marăthon, every inch of ground responds to you --- cries to you — for vengeance ! liberty! glory! virtue! country! These voices, which tyrants cannot stifle, demand, not words, but steel. T is here! Receive it! Arm. Let the thirsting earth at length be refreshed with the blood of her oppressors! What sound more awakening to the brave than the clank of his country's fetters ? Should the sword cver tremble in your grasp, remember yesterday! think of tomorrow !
For myself, in return for the alliance which I bring you, I ask but the recompense of an honorable grave. I ask but the privilege of shedding my blood with you, in your sacred cause. I ask but to know, in dying, that I too belong to Greece - to liberty! Yes, might the Pilgrim hope that, on the pillars of a new Parthěnon, his name might, one day, be inscribed, - or, that in the nobler mausolēum of your hearts his memory might be cherished, - he were well content. The tomb where Freedom weeps can never have been prematurely reached by its inmate. Such martyrdom is blessed, indeed. What bigher fortune can ambition covet?
49. BURIAL OF SIR JONN MOORE, 1809 – Rev Charles IVolfe.
As his corse to the rampart we hurried;
O’er the grave where our hero we buried.
The sods with our bayonets turning;
And the lantern dimly burning.
Nor in sheet, nor in shroud, we wound him ;
With his martial cloak around him.
And we spoke not a word of sorrow;
And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
And smoothed down his lonely pillow,
And we far away on the billow !