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destructive lnits action, rninous in lis results +
W nat Is pure and of good report, it dc grades T
" nat IS high and exalted, il pulls down I
and levels. What is permanent and safe, il /
vitiates and changes. 1t is aerarian in Its ma
ture, and man. nor government, nor business. /
can any more prosper when such a fai.h be- +
comes practical. living creed among men,
than can virtue and goodness flourish in tAe |
midst OF error and wickedness. Political |
heTesIes OF themselves are bad enoug h.when
taught 10 the lew, but when. like contagious
disease, so propagated as to be incorporated
into the body polite, they arc to be summed
as moral pestilence.


Holding, honestly holding, such opinions
o. successful adverse party, we need give
no other reason for any timely appeals we
may offer TO the Wings OF the Union, to
throw off their long conHnued sluggishness,
and instead of It, put on TIE armour OF battle
We use the language of the field of strife
not forgetting, that it is moral and physical
victory we are striving for We are for
achieving by fair means a conquest over a
foe whose principles, In our view. are but
little less destuctlve In their tendency than
were the principles of the tories of the Revo-
luton. There are as bad men in power
now, as there were when the Wings of the
Revolution were in service. There are
measures, if not as bad the tendency of
which is the same Public liberty is endan-
gered by usurpation. Public purity is of
too pure germ to flourish when the tree
| is corrupt The central Administration of
every one knows, is not what it should be.
More,-it is profigate-it is corrupt 1t
sells ofices,-it buys support in exchange
for patronage. 1t seeks 10 sustain itself by
corrupt means 1t is the bane of freemen.
If you support 1t you must support 1t as a
slave. Ii you resist 1t, you are cast out as a
dog You must wear the collar and kiss
the hand that has betrayed you and your
party. In resisting such administration. eve
ry day becoming more corrupt we do but
resist evil, and IN such contest there can In
honor be nothing like feeling of despair.
The treachery of the man, we elected, we
are sure, will whet the appetltes of the
Wings, and the unholy alliance between the
Executive and Loco Focoism will not blunt
it. Here is something to keep rs alive, aud
Heaven knows there is enough In reason
without this, to make US earnest, active vigi-
lant, successful Wings, arouse, then, from





York is left, New Jersey is true as steel
Where Monmouth and Trentop, and Prince
ton are, there Wings will ever be. The
Green Mountain Boys, the brothers of Stark
and Allen are as free as the air upon their
native hills While Lexington and Bunker


Hill remain within the borders of the old
Commonwealth, Massachusetts can never
be other than free Wing State. There Is
old kentucky too, long known as the dark
and bloody ground. She is all over Wnig.


The rip Van Winkle Wings of the old


North State, if sleeping are not dead Nor
have of late lost any thing IN Indiana, Lou


isiana. nor for tina. matter IN Georgia. len
nessee remains to prove recreant She Is
not so vet. Delaware though small IN size


is great in deeds Connecticut is torsakln lna


her idols and fleeing from her sins Ii


r. Island there is no foothold for treason
nor any of the enemies OF the Government


Cheerily, O, then. Where there is such {
capital to work upon there should be neither
heavy hearts nor tagging spirits. We nave
a warm, lively faith In the Empire State
: She is alone and of herself unseduced anC
unterriied and these days. dark as they are
| with Maryland gone. and Georgia gone
|
! compared with the gloom which rested up


on US a few years since. If we triumphet


in the darkest hour of political adversely
surely we may when we are within reach


of the goal we seek for. Wings, we repeat
in such contest never despair Be of one


heart and of one mind one faith and o
one action. Never despair,-never say die


Is the land of our fathers loved


The freedom which they fought to win2
Is this the soil they trod upon2


Are these the graves they slumber in 2


Are we the sons by whom are borne


The mantle which the dead have worn p
And shall we crouch above their graves,
! With craven soul and fettered lip


Yoked with marked and branded slaves.


And tremblu at the Masters whip2


By their enlarging souls which burst


The band and fetters round them set;


BY the free pilgrim spirit nursed


Within our Utmost bosoms yell


BY all above, around. below,


Be ours the indignant answer-NOl