PRICE 25 GENTS SINGLE, OR $20 PER HUNDRED COPIES. % "Forever float that standard sheet — ^ Where breathes the foe, but falls before us ; ^ With freedom 8 soil beneath our feet, (ft And freedom's banner streaming o'er us!" — ^Drake. ^ AMERICAN's'oFFEKING. | A RECITATIVE ODE, ^ ©n (gjoeute of HeDoluttonarg ®ime0, ^ DEDICATED TO THE AMERICAN PEOPLE, 5j BY A MECHANIC. '^ WITH HISTORICAIi NOTES AXD MEMORANDA, ILLUSTRATIVE fi OF THE TRUTH OF THE POEM. ^ TO WHICH ARE ADDED, % THE FOLLOWING ORIGINAL PIECES: ^ CHILD OF THE DESOLATE HEARTH. THE VOLI^NTEERs' BE'ItJKN. ^ LOVE, PURITY, AND FIDELITY. GOd's WORKS ARE BRIGHT AND q)| FRIENDSHIP, LOVE, AND TRUTH. BEAUTIFUL. f^ THE mother's CONSOLATION. ^ Philadelphia: ^ 1849. I ,p^i^-^ f ^s n: '^ "First in war," "First in peace," "And first in the hearts of his countrynnen." AN AMERICAN'S OFFERING. 1 A RECITATIVE ODE, ON EVENTS OP REVOLUTIONARY TIMES. DEDICATED TO THE AMERICAN PEOPLE. BY A MECHANIC. IN FIVE CANTOS. WITH HISTORICAL NOTES, AND MEMORANDA ILLUSTRATIVE OF THE TRUTH OF THE POEM. |)l)ilaklpl]ia: ^v^ . • 1849. Ef?-5 Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year of our Lord, one thousand eight hundred and forty-eight, by JOHN M. CROSLAND, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the United States, within and for the Eastern District of Pennsylvania. AN AMERICAN'S OFFERING. " Breathes there a man with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said — This is my own — my native land?" SCOTT. INTRODUCTION. ' Father Time, in his record of passing events. On six thousand pages of years that have fled, Presents many truths, in their chequered contents, 4 That speak to us now, from the slumbering dead. In these pages, what wonderful characters shine; And what miracles seem to have compassed our race: There, Man, in his nobleness, stands out divine; 8 And dark deeds of passion, the annals deface: There Wisdom, and Virtue, beam bright as the sun; And the Hero, and Statesman, are seen in the rays; But the deep shades of wickedness, stealthily come, 12 O'er the glory of man, and the pride of his days. 6 Whilst the lordling — to revel in power and lust, Doth "barter his God, for an image of gold!'' Or the serf — like a worm, shall be crushed in the dust; 16 Thus long, will Ambition, a monster unfold. For the curse of Ambition, in impotent man. Mother Earth, hath been deluged with innocent blood! Its edict of wrath, ever goes in the van, 20 Where the hordes of a despot, rush on like a flood. # # * * * Shall we, close our eyes to these lessons of yore, And mock at the counsel, they faithfully give? Or, while we humanity's weakness deplore, 24 Shall no thought of the past, in the green future live? Yes! yes! you respond, let the deeds of the past, Where Virtue, hath hallowed the steps of the brave; Be a beacon of truth, and its glory be cast, 28 On the multiplied millions, that scorn to be slaves! * * The Continental Congress assembled at Philadelphia in 1775, after having nom- inated Washington as Commander-in-Chief, among other declarations, made the fol- lowing: "Our cause is just; our union is perfect." * * "With hearts fortified by these animating reflections, we most solemnly, before God and the world, declare, that, exerting the utmost energy of those powers which our beneficent Creator hath graciously bestowed, the arms we have been compelled by our enemies to assunie, we will, in defiance of every hazard, with unabating firmness and perseverance, employ for the preservation of our liberties, being, with one mind, resolved to die Freemen, ra- iJur than live Slaves." CANTO I. 1562 TO 1621. "It has been asked, When were the Americans emancipated V "Butl desire to know, When they were made slaves'?" PITT'S SPEECH IN PARLIAMENT. Pure Religion— /"eleases from thraldom the soul; And its indwelling voice— bids the body, be free! But the sword, and the faggot, usurped the control, 32 Of both! when our forefathers passed o'er the sea. * They fled, from the long cherished home of their youth; And embarked for a land in the shadowy west; t Where the wilderness, teem'd with the symbols of truth; 36 And "the floods clapped their hands" at their Maker's behest. Safely borne o'er the waves of the treacherous deep. They land on the "Canaan," their hopes cherished long; And though memory, called on the thoughtful to weep, 40 The wilds echoed free with their worshipping songs ! * "In the beginning of the 17th century, James the First asserted and maintained a despotic power over the consciences of his English subjects; and all who presumed to dissent from the creed which he had adopted, were persecuted with extreme rigor." f From the year 1 562 to the middle of the 17th century, many persons embarked for the wilds of America, to escape Protestant, as well as Catholic persecution. Ro- ger Williams in conjunction with others who were persecuted for their religious opi- nions, purchased and finally settled Rhode Island; "and in the administration of their affairs, all Christian sects were welcomed and tolerated in the free exercise of their opinions." When afar from the scenes studding memory's waste, The heart-strings distend, for the pleasures of home; And to retrace our wanderings, who would not haste, 44 And in glee, brave the storm, on the billowy foam? In dreams, they could visit the land they had left, Its dear scenes of childhood, with kindred and friendsj But alas for the waking— the dreamer's bereft 48 Of his idols! as fancy takes wing, and ascends. Thus in sunhght, and darkness, man's years roll away; Whether bitterness revel, or happiness reign; But should clouds of adversity, darken each day, 52 We have Hope, like an angel, to cheer us again! It was so in their pilgrimage, Hope led the way. To this land, which now boasts of its freedom and laws! The ocean was crossed; and the wilderness lay, 56 As a tribute of Nature— to aid in the cause.* Like the children of Israel,! our forefathers roamed, Where Hope promised fair, in the future— to bless! But a greater than either, their destiny owned; 60 And trials were set, for their further distress. * The landing of the Pilgrims at Jamestown (so called by them in honor of the reigning King James) took place on the 13th of May, 1609: and after many severe trials and reverses, Virginia was successfully settled by that bold enterprise. On the 11th of December, 1620, one hundred and two persons landed 'from the "Mayflower" at New Plymouth, which was mainly instrumental in establishing a like result for New England. f "One great object of the Puritans" — "was the establishment of a religious com- monwealth, as nearly upon the model of that of the Jews, as the difTerence of circum- stances would permit." — (Hale's United States.) Wild beasts of the forest, lay crouched in their lair; And the red men, their war-whoop, exultingly cast; * The horrors of famine, linked death to despair; 64 And the pilgrim hearts sunk, in the withering blast, t In noble submission, though burthened with cares. They strove for the jewel, of man's adoration! The zephyrs of evening, were charged with their prayers; CS And the morning, sent upward, a grateful oblation. J # * # # # As the sun, bursting out from a threatening cloud; As the rainbow that brightens the mariner's chart; As the grasp of true friendship — when sorrow hath bowed, 12 Or despair, marks the path of a sorrowing heart: * In 1621, a plan was concerted by the Indians, "to destroy every man, woman, and child, in the English (Virginia) settlements;" and so successfully did they lull the set- tlers into security, by their professed friendship, that at one blow they slaughtered three hundred and forty seven men, women, and children; before a stop could be put to their murderous designs. f In 1612, vas the work o; Thomas Jeffersos, also of Virginia. CONCLUDING APPEAL. THE AUTHOR TO HIS COUNTRYMEN. The pride of our birth-right, the foeman defamed, When insulting he standard that bravery gave us : The rights of our People, our People proclaimed ; 308 Jind have sworn that no power shall ever enslave us! The blood of our fathers shall not cry in vain, For the homage a Warren and Mercer* deserve: Give our lives to the sword! and our homes to the flame! 312 But the Charter they bled for, We swear to preserve. # * » # # Shall tyrants basely blast the tree. Whose fruits have sprung from human gore? Shall foreign minions cross the sea, 316 To battle and debase our shore? Shall anarchy and faction, sever, The bond that binds us now to fame? Shall foot of land, or flowing river, 3iiO Brand us with concession's shame? No! Freemen, no! While life shall last; Or manly blood, within us flow! We swear, upon the blazon'd past, 324 To free our land yrom every foe? Shall we give up the boon, nobly won in the field. When the battle-cry rose from a pillow of blood? Sha our sons, the rich gift of their forefathers yield, 325 And tarnish the soil, where in conflict they stood? * Genera] Mercer fell mortally wounded at the battle of Princeton. 33 Shall we bend the knee, like the vassals of shame, When a prince, or a potentate, raises his crest ? Shall ive, who rejoice in a Washington's fame! 332 By humble submission, their vengeance arrest? No, never! The instinct of ^ge — fiercely cries; And the time-withered hand grasps a sword for the fray! No, never! the soldier proc7aims, in reply; 336 Let the drum beat — to arms! and we gladly obey! The matron, shall gird her son's sword, to his side; And follow the hero, in grief to the grave: If the "Star-Spangled Banner," but float in its pride, 340 "O'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave!" AIR— MARSEILLES HYMN. Child of the Desolate Hearth. When the snow-flakes are driven along the cold earth. And the frost-laden air bids the brooklet be still'd. Ah pity the Child of the desolate hearth. And nurture the bud, till its blossoms are filled. When the tempest is raging with quivering flame, And its thunders have startled the bacchanal's mirth; Oh weep for the Wife, that is covered with shame, And pity the Child of the desolate hearth. When want, like a plague-spot, in triumph appears. To blacken the gardens of nature with dearth; Oh think of the wife's silent anguish and tears, And pity the Child of the desolate hcarlh. When despair, like the dark wing of death hovers round, And the wail of the wretched is heard in the earth; Go seek for the Wife, where the hopeless are found, And pity the Child of the desolate hearth. LOVE, PURITY, AND FIDELITY " Who hath woe? Who hath sorrow ? Who hath contentions? Who hath wounds without cause?' Like a Storm-cloud, that mantles the hea ■rens in gloom And shuts out the glory that beams from the sky- Like the lightning, that flashes its terrible doom, When the earth-quaking thunder is riding on high; Like a turbulent flood rushing on to the sea, When destruction is moving in mighty array; Like a Hurricance, sweeping in majesty free, When Death guides the bark — and her seamen obey Like the Cataract's rush, in the deep eddy's whirl, Where commotion its vigils unceasingly keep; Like a threatening Precipice, ready to hurl, Its dark frowning peaks, down the mountainous steep; Like a smooth mirror'd Lake, where no danger is seen, , 'Till the steamer has struck on a deep sunken rock; Like a quicksand, o'erspread with a vesture of green; Or ravenous wolves — when regarding a flock: So the bacchanal feast — ^witli its sparkling wine. Is pregnant with misery, famine, and crime; And the "glass" pledged to friendship, may look ruby red, Though the spirit of friendship forever hath fled: So tlie ''parting glass" — drank as a pledge of esteem, May banish respect in its torturing dream; — And the homestead where virtue delighteth to dwell, Is accursed! if the tempter succeed in his spell! — For the temples of Bacchus, are garnished with tears, And heart-broken sighs for the wretched appears; But deception hath put on her mantles of gold, That the tale of the Orphan, shall never be told; 36 And no record is seen — to explain how the play, Man's Heahh, Wealth, and Happiness melteth away! There — the storm-cloud is gathered for murder and broils; And destruction hath taken proud men in its toils; There — the whirlpools of wretchedness, ever abide; And the tempests of passion set reason aside! There — the threatening precipice, wildly is leaped; And the harvest of ruin is faithfully reap'd! There — treacherous rocks, wreck the hopes of a wife; And the drunkard doth sever his own thread of life! The quicksands are ready to hide his decay; And the Wolves, hurry back to their new-coming prey! THE RESCUE. Then gird on the armor of -'Brotherly Love," And rescue the fallen from ruin and shame; Let his home, be the ark of the weary-wing'd dove, And Love, on his altars, her blessings proclaim! Awake to the work! and let Purity shine. Where wrath, tribulation, and anguish are rife; And the creatures of God, shall no longer repine, For PuRiTY'*ind welling waters of life. Give heed to the cry of the widow's distress; — Be the orphan forever with kindness beguil'd; — Let hope lead the way, and Fidelity bless, When the wine cup, hath driven the maniac wild. When Man loves his brother, and seeketh his good, And the goblet of ruin no longer is given — Then Peace shall abide, where the wine-press hath stood, And the erring lay claim to the mercy of heaven. 86 "FRIENDSHIP, LOVE, Md TRUTH." Seek ye the halls, where the haughty are prized; And scorn, dries the tears that the sorrowing shed? Or seek ye the place, where the poor are despised; And the orphan, in misery, asketh for bread? Seek ye the slaves, that ambition control; Where virtue is wrecked in the treacherous strife? Or seek ye the hope, that uplifteth the soul. And binds up the wounds of a desolate wife? Seek ye the church, where the sound of the bells, Like cymbals of charity, cover the land? Or seek ye the altar, where godliness dwells, And the sinful are judged with a merciful hand? Seek ye the gems that enricheth the heart, And soften the anguish of bitter despair? Or seek ye the wealth of the glittering mart, Where gold is the god! and deception the prayer? If the wail of the widow, in anguish is heard; And the heart's desolation is mocked with despair; Go seek for the balm that the Saviour preferred, And Friendship! shall lighten the burthen of care. If the hand of misfortune fall heavy and sad; And the world give no heed to the sufferer's cry; There's a brotherhood, maketh the stricken heart glad. Where Love ! blends the soul, with the seraphs on high. When the cry of the orphan is stilled with tears. And loneliness withers the flowers of youth; Go seek where the blessing of Friendship appears. And the fatherless— drink from the well-springs of Truth ! Or seek out the bliss of a generous breast, When Friendship, has answer'd the supplicant's prayer; And visit the home of the weak and oppressed. When Love's, balmy breathings are clustering there. Or seek ye the couch, where disease dims the eye. When ''a brother" has heard of "a brother's" distress; There, the angel of mercy is hovering nigh, With the hand of Odd Fellowship open to bless! 37 THE MOTHER'S CONSOLATION. "Suffer little children to come unto me, and forbid them not; for of such is the Kingdom of Heaven." — Jesus. A Ringdove came to a youthful bride, With words of love in its plaintive tone; But sorrow sung to her rising pride — 'Tis gone! — and the charm of her life had flown. So, lady, fled thy beauteous child. When dove-like innocence had bloom'd: — Her spirit rose with rapture wild. To angel bliss beyond the tomb! Then do not weep, for jeyful songs, Are borne on angel harps along. A Streamlet flowed — and its crystal gems Were sparkling bright in a sunny ray; But hasting on to its darksome glens, — • 'Tis gone! — like the dream of a passing day. So, lady, fled thy beauteous child, When gems of love were beaming bright; — Her spirit leaped in raptiu'e wild, To realms where angel strains unite! Then do not weep — that youth decays So soon, to join in angel's lays. A Dew-drop leaped to the morning sun, As the golden rays were streaming by, — With pearly tear — was its mission done, And it sped from earth as a rising sigh. So, lady, fled thy angel-child. When seraph-voices called her home: — Her spirit rose in rapture wild, On incense from Jehovah's throne! Then do not weep, for God doth say. That He will " wipe all tears awayT^ A Rainbow rides on the vauUed sky, As signet seal of "Our Father's" love;— 38 And beauty gladdens the aching eye, Though misery o'er the heartstrings move So, lady, may thy sainted child. In dreaming visions meet Ihy view; And when despairing, thoughts are wild- May whispering angels comfort you ! Then do not weep — for angel bands, Are bearing blessings in their hands. THE VOLUNTEER'S RETURN. 1847 AND '48 'Vhen the war-cloud was rising, sweet Peace fled away, Like the sun's golden beams at the closing of day; And the heart's sunny smile was exchanged for a tear. When the homestead of hope saw the phantom appear; Home, home, sweet, sweet home. How desolate then, was that once happy home. Where the star-spangled banner floats proudly and free. Over plain, on the mountain, or deep-heaving sea; Where glory hath called the brave soldier to roam; — How sweet are his slumbers when dreaming of home. Home, home, sweet, sweet home; How soft seems his pillow, how happy his home! When the war strains are hushed, and the patriot band, Are speeding their way to their own native land; — As the good ship is cleaving her way through the foam, How panteth each soul for its kindred and horfie! Home, home, sweet, sweet home; There's no place like home, there's no place like home. Ye have come! and the glow of affection doth burn. With truth's steady flame, at the soldier's return; No more shall the war-bugle cause you to roam, From breathings of love, in your own mountain home! Home, home, sweet, sweet home; We again bid you welcome to kindred and home! 39 God's Works are Brkht and Beautiful. The morning stars, their sparkling rays, Send floating on the lambent air; While through the spanless ether maze, No voice but Nature's breathing prayer — The blue arched vault of God's domain, Enlivened with its balmy strain: But all was bright and beautiful ! On eastern skies, far upward g;leams, The golden light, so rich and rare; And crowned with glory's dazzling beams. The king of day now revels there! The stars are waning from our view, While crystal drops are on the dew, And all is bright and beautiful! The "-cattle on a thousand hills," And songsters of a thousand vales; Are seeking out the gushmg rills. And breathing morning's sweetest gales While grateful thoughts, liice incense rise, From Earth, to Him who fills the skies; And all is bright and beautiful ! Now, onward to their daily toil. The sons of labor wend their way; — The ploughman turns his moisten 'd soil; And workshops ring a busy lay — All moved to earn their daily bread! While round, beneath, and overhead, God's works are bright and beautiful! 40 Then twilight speaks of coming rest, And children's merry laugh is heard; — A gorgeous mantle spreads the west; And swiftly sweeps the evening bird: The scented lawn, and drinking flowers, Are rife with joy — like Eden's bowers, And all is bright and beautiful ! Uprising in her quiet round, The moon presents her smiling face; And lighting up each shadow'd mound — Now sends her silvery glance apace, To drive the gloom from hill and dale. And wake the slumbering nightingale; While all is bright and beautiful ! Thus life, breaks on our infant years, And youth its sunny dreamings blend: — The morn^ begets no shrinking feai:^; Nor yet doth sorrow's voice ascend; But noon, decrees that we shall roam, From bliss of parent smiles, and home. Where life is bright and beautiful ! When darkling care, its glooming pall, Brings forward, like a wizard's spell; Then light celestial scatters all, Her shadows where they darkest fell: — Should virtue be our constant guide. The ewe, shall welcome us with pride, To scenes more bright and beautiful ! FJEEI^MBSIHIIIF, IL.©V3^, AM"© TIEHTTIHCo Extract froub Circular of Glrard I,odge, No. S3, I. O. of O. F. D£C£»B£R 22, 1848. "7%c hand of misforttme falls heavily in this case — Pecuniary losses, prostration of business, and physical inability to continue in the routine of hard labour, all unite to call up the best offices of our Brethren in his behalf.^* CARD. THE AUTHOR TO HIS PATRONS. This work is published as a means of ptesent support for a large family dependent upon the author, who has been physically disabled by HEAVY LIFTING at his trade.; and to rescue from a forced sale the little property saved from twenty years of toil, which is now en- dangered by pecuniary losses, and the total prostration of his busi- ness as a master mechanic. / ^ifp A First and Last Appeal! JOHrV Ifl. CROSLATVB. Pottsville, Pa., Januauy. 1849.