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THE SWAMP FOX.

I.

We follow where the Swamp Fox guides
His friends and merry men are we;
And when the troop of Tarleton rides,
We burrow in the cypress tree.
The turfy tussock is our bed,

Our home is in the red deer's den,

Our roof, the tree top overhead,

For we are wild and hunted men.

II.

We fly by day, and shun its light;
But, prompt to strike the sudden blow
We mount, and start with early night,
And through the forest track our foe.
And soon he hears our chargers leap,
The flashing sabre blinds his eyes,
And ere he drives away his sleep,
And rushes from his camp, he dies.

III.

Free bridle-bit, good gallant steed,
That will not ask a kind caress,
To swim the Santee at our need,
When on his heels the foemen press-
The true heart and the ready hand,
The spirit stubborn to be free-
The twisted bore, the smiting brand-
And we are Marion's men you see.

IV.

Now light the fire, and cook the meal, The last, perhaps, that we shall taste; I hear the swamp fox round us steal, And that's a sign we move in haste. He whistles to the scouts, and hark!

You hear his order calm and lowCome, wave your torch across the dark And let us see the boys that go.

V.

We may not see their forms again,

God help 'em should they find the strife For they are strong and fearless men, And make no coward terms for life:

They'll fight as long as Marion bids,
And when he speaks the word to shy,
Then-not till then-they turn their steeds,
Through thickening shade and swamp to fly

VI.

Now stir the fire, and lie at ease,

The scouts are gone, and on the brush I see the colonel bend his knees,

To take his slumbers too-but hush! He's praying, comrades: 'tis not strange; The man that's fighting day by day, May well, when night comes, take a change, And down upon his knees to pray.

VII.

Break up that hæcake, boys, and hand
The sly and silent jug that's there;
I love not it should idle stand,

When Marion's men have need of checr.

"Tis seldom that our luck affords

A stuff like this we just have quaff'd,

And dry potatoes on our boards

May always call for such a draught.

VIII.

Now pile the brush and roll the log:
Hard pillow, but a soldier's head,
That's half the time in brake and bog
Must never think of softer bed.

The owl is hooting to the night,
The cooter crawling e'er the bank,
And in that pond the plashing light,
Tells where the alligator sank.

IX.

What 'tis the signal! start so soon,
And through the Santee swamp so deep,
Without the aid of friendly moon,

And we, heaven help us, half asleep!
But courage, comrades, Marion leads,
The swamp fox takes us out to-night;
So clear your swords, and coax your steeds,
There's goodly chance, I think, of fight.

X.

We follow where the swamp fox guides,
We leave the swamp and cypress tree,

Our spurs are in our coursers' sides,
And ready for the strife are we—

The tory camp is now in sight,

And there he cowers within his den-
He hears our shout, he dreads the fight,

He fears, and flies from Marion's men.

And gallant men they were-taught by his precept and example, their own peculiar deeds grow famous in our story. Each forester became in time an adroit partisan ; learned to practise a thousand stratagems, and most generally with a perfect success. Imbedding himself in the covering leaves and branches of the thick limbed tree, he would lie in wait till the fall of evening; then, dropping suddenly upon the shoulders of the sentry as he paced beneath, would drive the keen knife into his heart, before he could yet recover from his panic. Again, he would burrow in the hollow of the miry ditch, and crawling, Indian fashion, into the trench, wait patiently until the soldier came into the moonlight, when the silver drop at his rifle's muzzle fell with fatal accuracy upon his button, or his breastplate, and the sharp sudden crack which followed almost invariably announced the victim's long sleep of death. And numerous besides were the practices, of which tradition and history alike agree to tell us, adopted in the war of our revolution by the Carolina partisan, to neutralize the superiority of European force and tactics. Often and again have they lain close to the gushing spring, and silent in the bush, like the tiger in his jungle, awaiting until the foragers had squatted around it for the enjoyment of their midday meal; then, rushing forth with a fierce halloo, seize upon the stacked arms, and beat down the surprised but daring soldiers who might rise up to defend them. And this sort of warfare, small though it may appear, was at last triumphant. The successes of the whigs, during the whole period of the revolutionary contest in the South, were almost entirely the result of the rapid, unexpected movement—the sudden stroke made by the little troop, familiar with its ground, knowing its object, and melting away at the approach of a superior enemy, like so many dusky shadows, secure in the thousand swamp recesses which surrounded them. Nor did they rely always on stratagem in the prosecution of their enterprises. There were gleams of chivalry thrown athwart this sombre waste of strife and bloodshed, worthy of the middle ages. Bold and graceful riders,

with fine horses, ready in all cases, fierce in onset, and reckless in valour, the southern cavalry had an early renown. The audacity with which they drove through the forest, through broad rivers, such as the Santee, by day and by night, in the face of the enemy, whether in flight or in assault the same, makes their achievements as worthy of romance as those of a Bayard or Bernardo. Thousands of instances are recorded of that individual gallantry-that gallantry, stimulated by courage, warmed by enthusiasm, and refined by courtesy which gives the only credentials of true chivalry. Such, among the many, was the rescue of the prisoners, by Jasper and Newton; the restoration of the flagstaff to Fort Moultree, in the hottest fire by the former; and the manner in which he got his death wound at Savannah, in carrying off the colours which had been intrusted to him. Such were many of the rash achievements of Sumter and Laurens, and such was the daring of the brave Conyers, who daily challenged his enemy in the face of the hostile army. These were all partisan warriors, and such were their characteristics.

SIMMS.

129.-EXTENT OF COUNTRY NOT DANGEROUS TO THE UNION.

I SUBMIT to you, my fellow citizens, these considerations, in full confidence that the good sense which has so often marked your decisions, will allow them their due weight and effect; and that you will never suffer difficulties, however formidable in appearance, or however fashionable the error on which they may be founded, to drive you into the gloomy and perilous scenes into which the advocates for discussion would conduct you.

Hearken not to the unnatural voice which tells you that the people of America, knit together as they are by so many cords of affection, can no longer live together as members of the same family; can no longer continue the mutual guardians of their mutual happiness; can no longer be fellow citizens of one great respectable and flourishing empire.

Hearken not to the voice, which petulantly tells you, that the form of government recommended for your adoption is a novelty in the political world; that it never yet has had

a place in the theories of the wildest projectors; that it rashly attempts what it is impossible to accomplish. No, my countrymen; shut your ears against this unhallowed language.

Shut your heart against the poison which it conveys:

the kindred blood which flows in the veins of American citizens, the mingled blood which they have shed in defence of their sacred rights, consecrate their union, and excite horror at the idea of their becoming aliens, rivals, enemies. And if novelties are to be shunned, believe me, the most alarming of all novelties, the most wild of all projects, the most rash of all attempts, is that of rending us in pieces, in order to preserve our liberties and promote our happi

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But why is the experiment of an extended republic to be rejected merely because it may comprise what is new? Is it not the glory of the people of America, that while they have paid a decent regard to the opinions of former times and other nations, they have not suffered a blind veneration for antiquity, for custom, or for names, to overrule the suggestions of their own good sense, the knowledge of their own situation, and the lessons of their own experience? To this manly spirit, posterity will be indebted for the possession, and the world for the example, of the numerous innovations displayed on the American theatre, in favour of private rights and public happiness.

Had no important step been taken by the leaders of the revolution, for which a precedent could not be discovered, no government established of which an exact model did not present itself, the people of the United States might, at this moment, have been numbered among the melancholy victims of misguided councils: must, at best, have been labouring under the weight of some of those forms which have crushed the liberties of the rest of mankind.

Happily for America, happily we trust for the whole human race, they pursued a new and more noble course. They accomplished a revolution which has no parallel in the annals of human society. They reared the fabric of governments which have no model on the face of the globe. They formed the design of a great confederacy, which it is incumbent on their successors to improve and perpetuate.

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