O, who that sighs to join the scenes of war?
If heaven-born pity in thy bosom glow,
Reject the impurpled wreath; the laurel crown
Can flourish only in the scenes of wo.
[_NY Weekly_: Military Fame, stz. 1, 2:
O Thou that sigh'st to join the scenes of war,
And gain the glories of the martial train;
Reflect what woes surround the trophied car,
What crimson tints the wish'd-for circlet stain.
If tender sympathy be not unknown,
If heaven-born mercy in thy bosom glow,
Reject the impurpl'd wreath, the laurel crown
Can flourish only in the scenes of woe.]
At length it became the unhappy fate of America to be a second time
involved in a war with Great Britain. "In a manifesto of the president,
the reasons of the war were stated to be the impressment of American
seamen, by the British; the blockade of the enemy's ports, supported by
no adequate force; in consequence of which the American commerce had
been plundered in every sea; and the British orders in council."
[_Interesting Events_: Second War (quoting "Grimshaw's Hist.
U. States"):
In the Manifesto of the President, the reasons of the war were
stated to be "the impressment of American seamen by the British; the
blockade of her enemies, supported by no adequate force, in
consequence of which the American commerce had been plundered in
every sea; and the British orders in council."]
The declaration of war was a source of unavoidable regret to the good
and wise president,* which affected his mind with feelings approaching
to melancholy. No one possessed qualities more inclined to peace, and a
wish to settle all affairs of state in a pacific manner, more than he
did, if it were possible, and it could have been done without
sacrificing all the dearest rights and interests of the people; and
nothing but these repeated persuasions in his mind, founded on the
principles of justice and honour, caused him at length to be willing to
yield to the stern necessity of deciding the existing differences by
combat.
[* James Madison.]
[_Lives of Signers_: Morris of New York:
The object sought and desired from the deliberations of that
assembly, was a settlement in a pacific manner, of all the existing
difficulties....]
He possessed the qualities of a statesman in an eminent degree;
he had well reflected on what he considered as inevitable. He was well
versed in political science, and now only saw the realization of
anticipated events, of which there had been sufficient warning. Although
he had to contend with innumerable difficulties, having once formed his
opinion of what was to be done, his patriotism was undeviating, and his
integrity inflexible.
[_Lives of Signers_: Floyd of New York:
Having once formed his opinions, he set himself about accomplishing
his purposes.... His patriotism was undeviating; his integrity
inflexible....]
Since his country was again brought to a lamentable destiny, he now
became ardently active in its cause, and was prepared to carry to the
full extent such measures of defence and resistance as should be
necessary to repel every invasion of the just rights and privileges of
the Americans that they had long been in possession of since their
dear-bought independence, and could not therefore be willing to submit
to anything like oppression, even from the mother country.
This national calamity, that seemed to awaken feelings of hilarity to
some few among the multitude, but those of the deepest regret to so many
others, where the parties must at length become personally engaged and
animated against each other with an enthusiastic ardour, and with the
hope to signalize themselves by their bravery--where the impetuosity of
youth and the experience of age are called forth in open field to
execute the decided discussions of government, and to engage with
patriotic zeal in the common defence of their just rights and liberties;
impelled with ambitious impulse to enlist themselves under the proud
banners of their country, while the sound of martial music strikes a
feeling of enthusiasm and enterprise to the bosom of the patriot.
[_NY Weekly_: On War:
On the first appearance of this dreadful and destructive calamity,
the parties more particularly and personally engaged, are animated
with an enthusiastic ardour, to have an opportunity of signalizing
themselves in it. It is then that the impetuosity of youth, the
fervour, the experience, the sapience, of old age, are called forth
in open field, to put in force the discussions of the cabinet, and
to engage with real zeal in the cause of their country; it is then
that every manly breast feels a warlike impulse thrilling the whole
frame! The sound of drums, the roaring of cannon, the clangor of
every species of martial music, rise figuratively within us....]
Thus, in the name and cause of honour, the youth, generous and brave,
with all those who are compelled to take arms, sally forth with the
ambitious hope to bear down at once all contending opposition, and give
themselves no time to reflect on the many disconsolate ones they leave
behind them, that, however deeply concerned, can neither engage or
assist in the shocking contest; while they go forward hastily to meet
the foe, and hosts are advancing to dispute with them the victory, and
they can indulge no thought concerning those who, when the battle is
over, may have to lament the loss of a father, brother, or some other
dear friend, and who mournfully await the decisive tidings, which
perhaps is to render them for ever disconsolate; while they remain a
prey to that incessant anguish which naturally awaits those who have
lost, in this manner, their dearest friends and relations.
[_NY Weekly_: On War:
we sally forth, and bear down all mortal opposition. We
scarcely, in our thoughts, survey the disconsolate many we left
behind; who, though concerned, are not engaged, in the murderous
contest. Flushed with the hopes of suspended victory, the insignia
of triumph hanging doubtful over our heads, whole hosts advancing to
dispute with us our martial prowess, we indulge no thoughts about
those who lament the loss of a father, a child, a husband, a
brother, or a friend.
Stunned with the fatal tidings, which mournfully announce the death
of an affectionate father, behold the wretched family, the
disconsolate.... A prey to that incessant grief which naturally
accompanies those to whom the fatal loss happens, the worthy sire,
and the tender matron, lament the eternal exit of their ill-fated
son....]
Thick clouds were darkly pending
Above the battle fray,
And foemen were contending
For the fortune of the day.
And high in air the banner bright,
Waving o'er land and sea,
The potent symbol of their might,
The emblem of the free.
Brave hearts that stood amid the storm
That burst in fury round;
With many a stern and manly form,
Sunk powerless to the ground.
Deep gloom had settled round them,
And darkness veil'd the sky,
When Freedom, with her starry train,
Descended from on high.
When, at her bidding, lo, a chief
Amid the throng appear'd;
When, the goddess halted by his side,
And thus his spirits cheer'd:
"Oh, let not care oppress thee,
But banish far thy fears,
For, in blessing, I will bless thee,
And will wipe away thy tears;
"And a banner thou shalt still retain,
And a hand to lead the brave
To glory and to victory,
Or to the hero's grave."
Then fear not, honoured chieftain,
For yet again shall be,
Your flag shall wave o'er every land,
And float on every sea.
What though in foreign clime it waves,
Careering on the wind,
Whatever shore the ocean laves,
A due respect will find.
And the thunders of your ships of war
Along the deep shall roll,
While the canvas of your merchantmen
Shall sweep from pole to pole.
"And now, oh gallant chief," she cried,
"Hold fast the glorious prize;
The flag with blue and crimson dyed,
And stars that gemmed the skies,
"Have left their native spheres to shed
Their radiance o'er the field;
Then while it waves above your head,
To the foeman never yield.
"Bright forms shall hover o'er thee
In the midst of war's alarms;
And in triumph shall restore thee
To a nation's waiting arms.
"Then on to Freedom's stormy height,
Go forth in valour and in might,
And bear aloft this emblem bright,
Amid the battle fray."
Now around their chief they rally,
And with zeal their bosoms glow;
While the hoarse cannon bellows forth
Defiance to the foe.
The battle rages loudly,
A dreadful carnage flows;
When the messenger of victory
The clarion trumpet blows.
Now clap your wings, oh Liberty,
And upward take your flight;
And let the gladsome tidings ring
Throughout the realms of light.
And bid your eagle sound her cry,
Wide o'er the land and sea;
For patriot arms have triumphed,
And the nation still is free.
Once more the song of Victory
Shall spread the earth around,
And the freemen on a thousand hills
Re-echo back the sound.
And a banner long shall wave on high,
And long your children stand,
United, with a sacred tie,
To guard their native land.
[[A song called "Thick Clouds Were Darkly Pending" was popular in
the Civil War years, but has not been located.]]
[Transcriber's Note:
The next several chapters--most of VII-XII, and much of VI and
XIII--are taken from _Alonzo and Melissa_ (see Sources section),
often verbatim.
Substitutions:
Melissa = Alida; Alonzo = Theodore; Beauman = Bonville;
Vincent and Mrs. Vincent = Raymond and Mrs. Raymond;
Melissa's brother Edgar = Alida's brother Albert;
Melissa's aunt has no equivalent, except as a walk-on.
New London and New York are conflated into New York;
the Revolutionary War is changed to the War of 1812.
In _Alonzo and Melissa_, the father is cruel and mercenary; the plot
complications (all seen from Alonzo's point of view) are, as the
title has it, "caused by the barbarity of an unfeeling father".
Melissa's mother is alive throughout the novel, but she is such a
doormat that her existence makes no difference to the plot.]