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 AN ADDRESS 
 
 TO THE PEOPLE OF THE 
 
 UNITED STATES, 
 
 BY 
 
 LUCY KENNEY. 
 
ADDRESS. 
 
 One fire more, and the day is ours. Rome once boasted 
 of her Curtius, Athens of Achilles, and Sparta her band of 
 patriots; but the man who is to bring back our institutions 
 to their native purity and excellence, Gen. Wm. Henry 
 Harrison, of Ohio, I will not say he shall wear an earthly 
 crown, but eternal fame shall wreathe an evergreen around 
 his brow, and his name shall be ranked among the proudest 
 patriots of the proudest climes. Let the present party lead- 
 ers remember that in November next we will shout the har- 
 vest home; until then, the tares may grow with the wheat; 
 then the reapers will cast in sickle, and the granary will be 
 cleansed. Such a winnowing and sifting in separating the 
 chaff from the wheat, has never been seen before, while 
 the unbroken chorus will swell in anthems that will rever- 
 berate from Maine to Georgia, 
 
 Spread the glad tidings .o'er land and o'er sea, 
 Harrison is President, and the people are fre£^ 
 
 The tide is setting against the Administration, and it now 
 tries to divert it by an alarm of war. That alarm will be 
 ruinous tt> Van. He cannot conduct the government so as 
 to promote the interest of the people in time of peace, and 
 what confidence could we have in him in time of war. He 
 don't know a sword from a hand-saw. He is general-in- 
 chief, and in three years he cannot whip 500 Indians in 
 Florida. The truth is, the people have been so harrassed 
 with debt, embarrasment and confusion of all business, that 
 they want a change of men and a change of measures — 
 they now go for a change because a change can do no harm 
 and may do much good — they now go for a change, as 
 things have got to that pass, that they the people know that 
 any change will be, must be, for the better. They have 
 put the Harrison ball in motion, and it will knock down 
 their wooden ninepin colonels at Washington. Harrison's 
 march is onward, and his success cannot be arrested. He 
 is one of the people — identified in feeling wiih them, and 
 they with him, he is their friend, because he loves them, 
 and they him; because he has fought with them the battles 
 of his country — they know that his heart, his hand, his 
 purse and his house have always been open to them — and 
 
on the fourth of March, eighteen hundred and forty-one, 
 they will in return open with grateful hearts their white 
 house at Washington, and invite him to take possession of 
 it, and will give the little Mischief Maker his passport to 
 Kinderhook. The people want the Government brought 
 back to the good days of James Monroe, when peace, 
 plenty and prosperity were felt in every portion of the 
 Union. The abuse of Harrison, because he is a poor man, 
 will do him no injury. 
 
 The knapsack pillowed Harry's head, 
 
 The hard ground eased his toils; 
 While Martin on his downy bed, 
 
 Could dream of naught but spoils. 
 And shall the blue lights rule the free? 
 
 Shall Freedom's star decline? . 
 Forbid it, Heaven, forbid it, ye 
 
 Who led in old Lang Syne. 
 
 Is Harrison one whit the worse, 
 
 Because he'd not secure, 
 As Martin did, a long full purse, 
 
 But went from office poor? 
 And does the low log cabin hearth 
 
 Unfit old Tip to shine? 
 Did no log homes give nobles birth 
 
 In days of old Lang Syne? 
 
 What though the Heroe's hard huge paws 
 
 Were wont to plough and sow, 
 Does that disgrace our sacred cause? 
 
 Does that disgrace him? No. 
 Whig farmers are our Nation's nerv^e. 
 
 Its very spine, 
 They'll never swerve, they did not swerve 
 
 In days of old Lang Syne. 
 
 No ruffled shirt, no silken hose. 
 
 No airs does Tip display; 
 But like the pith of worth, he goes 
 
 In homespun hodden grey. 
 Upon his board there ne'er appeared 
 
 The costly, sparkling wine; 
 But plain hard cider, such a cheer 
 
 In days of old Lang Syne. 
 
 Connecticut has raised her heel. 
 
 Tip's tory foes to bruise. 
 And keenly do thsir vitals feel 
 
 The tread of Jersey blues, 
 November next will give the blow, 
 
 Hard, final, and condign; 
 A blow like that which snapped the yoke 
 
 In days of old Lang Syne. 
 
Yes, Tip must grace the big white house,. 
 
 Alas, for groom and cook; 
 And Van on cabbage stalks must browse, 
 
 At home, sweet Kinderhook. 
 Thrice hail, old Tip, log cabin Tip, 
 
 Hard cider Tip, to you 
 The helm we give, hail noble ship 
 
 The land, the port's in view. 
 
 He was an unlucky politician who undertook to injure 
 General Harrison in the public opinion, by saying that he 
 was a poor old man, who lived in a log cabin, and had 
 nothing better to drink than hard cider — mark the contrast:, 
 a description of Van's regal pomp and splendor — his equi- 
 page is the most magnigcent that dashes through the ave- 
 nue of the Metropolis of the Union; his table is such, no 
 poor man dare approach it — decked out in all the ornaments 
 that the richest jewelry can produce: the centre is gar-^ 
 nished with a pyramid of fantastic finery, and a complete 
 service of silver plate has recently been added to the fur- 
 niture ot the white house, to dazzle the visiters. This ser- 
 vice comprises knives, forks and spoons, gold dishes and 
 urns of gold. Who can wonder that the court sycophants 
 with Timon^s silver on their lips, should sneer at log ca- 
 bins and hard cider. The delegates from Crawford county 
 presented to the Columbus Convention a large American 
 Eagle, with a request that it should be presented to Gene- 
 ral Harrison, at the same time expressing a wish that it 
 should become an inmate of his log cabin and a pensioner 
 upon his bounty, it being the same Bird of Liberty that was 
 s*^en waving its wings in triumph over the flag that bore its 
 image at the memorable seige of Fort~ Meigs; for it is well 
 known that in the hottest of that engagement, and amid the 
 loudest roar of cannon, an Eagle was descried flapping its 
 wings over the Americans, which they looked upon as a 
 glorious omen ©f coming victory. This Eagle was caught 
 in the immediate vicinity of the battle ground above 
 referred to. 
 
 The Eagle was carried by Capt. Story, whose courage at 
 the Battle of Tippecanoe the General highly exalted. Ma- 
 jor C. D. Clarkson, who fought at Fort Meigs, presented it, 
 with a most interesting and appropriate address, to General 
 Harrison, to which the General made an immediate, off' 
 handed, beautiful and eloquent reply; the General re- 
 marked that he thanked his friends of Crawford county for 
 the present they were so obliging as to send him; their re- 
 quest should be attended to; he would keep the Eagle un- 
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 til he could see the country restored to its liberty, either by 
 this or any other Administration, until men could go to the 
 polls and exercise the Elective franchise without fear or 
 compulsion; by office holders or others, until the people of 
 this country could be free and independent, and the Legis- 
 lation of the country should be left to be done by the 
 legislators and not the Executive; then, and not till then, 
 would he give the bird its freedom, that it might wing its 
 way to its native air, and perch itself upon the tree of 
 Liberty, and be indeed the true ensign of our country'* 
 standard. 
 
 And where Van Buren, where and when^ 
 
 Did he lead on the brave, 
 Or raise his voice or wield his sword, 
 
 Or open his purse to save; 
 While Harrison gave fight he styled the war 
 
 Disastrous and maUing, 
 And richly earned a coat of tar. 
 As tories did Lang Syne. 
 
 Let those who love sub-treasury charms, 
 
 Hard work and little pay. 
 Closed working-shops and mortgaged farms, 
 
 Extol King Martin's sway; 
 But we have gallantly affirmed 
 
 We will not rest supine, 
 The names of those who made us free, 
 
 In days of old Lang Syne. 
 
 The blessings of thousands of women and children, res- 
 cued from the scalping knife of the ruthless savage of the 
 wilderness, and from the still more savage Proctor, rests 
 upon Harrison and his gallant army. 
 
 Colonel Richard M. Johnson gives his opinion of Gene- 
 ral Harrison in the following remarks: General Harrison 
 is the son of one of the signers of the Declaration of Inde- 
 pendence, who spent the greater part of his fortune in re- 
 deeming the pledge he gave of his fortune, life, and sacred 
 honor, to secure the Liberty of his country. Of the career 
 of General Harrison I need not speak. The history of the 
 West is his history. For forty years he has been identified 
 with its interests, its perils and its hopes. Universally be- 
 loved in the walks of peace, and distinguished by his abili- 
 ty in the councils of his country, he has been yet more il- 
 lustriously distinguished in the field. During the late war 
 he was longer in active service than any other general offi- 
 cer — he was perhaps oftener in action than any of them, 
 and never sustained a defeat. The victory of the Thames 
 was not more honorable in its character than important ia 
 
its consequences — it terminated the war on the north-west- 
 ern frontier, which during fifteen months had been drench- 
 ed in and stained with crimes, thousands of the most patri- 
 otic sons of the West having fallen victims to its ravages 
 and disasters. The savage war yell was heard no more, 
 and the frightful tomahawk no longer reeked with the blood 
 of innocence, infancy and age. 
 
 His country assailed in the darkest of days, 
 
 To her rescue impatient he flew; 
 The war-whoop's fell blast, and the rifle's red blaze, 
 
 But awakened old Tippecanoe. 
 
 Yet wise in the council as brave in the field. 
 
 His country still asked for his aid; 
 And the birth of young empires his wisdom revealed. 
 
 The sage and the statesman displayed. 
 
 His country recalls the bold chieftain she loves, 
 
 The sword of old Tip she reclaims, 
 And victory heralds wherever he moves, 
 
 The path of the Hero of Thames. 
 
 The policy of the party now in power — a power which 
 they have found shaken to its very centre — developes itself 
 with such facillity that it does not require any penetration 
 to discover the apprehensions which there assailed Kendall, 
 whose superior sagacity has always preceded the rest, and 
 one with the other partisan were willing to stake all their 
 future hopes of aggrandisement is the first to back out As 
 the sagacious old fox well knows he will have to back out, 
 I would recomtnend the rest of the spoils party to emulate 
 so wise and titnely a hint — as they considered him their 
 polar star and oracle, to follow him in evil as well as good. 
 They have humbugged the people so long, they seem to 
 think they can still practice the same impositions on them. 
 Kendall, I thought, would have been the last that would 
 have been driven from his post; but he has wisely taken 
 warning from the hand writing on the wall, which all of the 
 party ought to do — thou art weighed in the balance and 
 found wanting; oh, that the}' wert wise, that they would 
 understand the signs of the times and make as hasty a le- 
 treat from office as he has pretended. Mark the policy of 
 him — he says he has resigned, but is willing to hold the 
 office until there is another appointment made. It is well 
 understood there will be no other appointment made till 
 after the election, waiting to know how it will preponder- 
 ate; and if the party is out, which I think is certain, Ken- 
 dall then resigns, and not till then. As much as I am op- 
 
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 posed to the party in power, with the exception of the Vice 
 President and the Secretary of War, I would not have for- 
 saken them, nor have wielded a pen against them, had they 
 not have been so ungrateful to the honest and conspicuous 
 patriotism of Colonel Richard M. Johnson, a man so far su- 
 perior to the present Executive in all things except policy, 
 for which he has been celebrated for on'e which Gen.Jackson 
 once said should be our next President, a man of profound 
 judgment, a patriot and statesman, and one by far too hon- 
 est to be classed with the party, with the exception of Mr. 
 Poinsett, honest by too much for the party whose sanc- 
 tions sometimes wound their feelings when contrasting it 
 with them, and for which tliey have been manoeuvring for 
 a long time to get clear of, for the next Vice Presidency, 
 by bringing in the Secretary of State or Polk in his place. 
 But they will find neither will be elected. If Mr. Van Bu- 
 ren is elected, what objection can they have to Colonel 
 Richard M. Johnson, that they wish to displace him for ei- 
 ther of the above-mentioned candidates, except they well 
 know the Colonel is too honest, and won't wink at their du- 
 plicity — they can have no other objection. Colonel John- 
 son ought to have preceded Mr. Van Buren. If he had 
 not supplanted him in the favor of General Jackson, which 
 was the only recommendation he had to Ihe favor of the 
 people, not being satisfied with sharing the first favor of the 
 General, and being willing to execute all the influence he 
 had acquired for him, and being willing the Colonel should 
 share with him the chance for the next Presidency. By 
 resigning in favor of him, he wishes to bring in his favorite, 
 the Secretary of State, with the vain hope that he will suc- 
 ceed him for the next share of public favor; but such ex- 
 pectations are fruitless and vain. I would recommend them 
 to make a virtue of necessity, and come out with as much 
 pretended resignation as Amos Kendall has, but with more 
 sincerity. * * # * * 
 
 The strongest of all government is that which is most free. 
 
 But take a retrospective view of our country, in eighteen 
 hundred and thirty-seven, you know that wise and good 
 men mourned, firm men faltered, at their country's dis- 
 grace. But I think it is high time for honest, wise, and 
 candid men, to gather all their strength, and Hercules-like, 
 put their shoulders to the wheels of the government, and 
 ouse the Cossacks from the field, then we would have high 
 wages for the mechanic, good markets for all the produc- 
 tions of the earth, plenty would once more crown our bor- 
 
dcT, contentment would hover around our fireside, we would 
 once more be under our fig tree, and no man in office to 
 make us afraid to complain, however so great our grievance 
 might be; all our complicated differences with European 
 nations happily adjusted; treasury, though not a sub-trea- 
 sury, overflowing; perhaps not a speck of war to soil the pu- 
 rity of our political horizon, we would soon arrive to the 
 moral grandeur reached by ancient Rome, when it was a 
 sufficient passport to favor, a sufficient evidence from corpo- 
 real punishment, to say, " I am a Roman citizen"— our 
 commercial marine would navigate every sea, our canvass 
 flutter to every breeze, and the star spanoled banner salu- 
 ted wherever it waves its stripes: for praising and applaud- 
 ing, where I think praise is due, General Harrison, a man 
 of a lion's heart and firm nerve, under whose happy auspi- 
 ces all those blessings will come on us, if we are so wise 
 and fortunate as to get him. 
 
 Should the friends of General Harrison and Mr. Clay be 
 so fortunate in getting clear of the present incumbrance, as 
 r;. ^^^. '" ^^"^'^e^'ed the greatest statesman since the days 
 ot Patrick Henry, the first man whose undaunted and un- 
 ! subdued soul dared in those dark days which tried the souls 
 ot men to their heart's core, to pronounce in the midst of an 
 i assembly of patriots, with billing hearts, but weak hands 
 1 and feeble knees, and scanty means, to accomplish so de- 
 sired an end, which we have so long enjoyed, that Ameri- 
 ca xyas no longer a British colony, but a i^ree and indepen- 
 ! dent country, which was echoed back with ready voices 
 but trembling hearts. Mr. Clay is the only one now livinc^ 
 that can be brought in competition with Patrick Henry— the 
 administration taunts us with being man worshippers but 
 we will treat such imputations as they deserve, with scorn 
 and contempt; we will not be harnassed to General Harri- 
 son s car, nor will we wear the livery of any man, but we 
 will be iree, independent freemen, ours is the sky, and 
 what birds we chose we will let our falcons fly. General 
 Harrison will live respected and honored in the history of 
 his country; he will live in story and song: he will live in 
 marble and brass, and in the hearts of his countrymen— let 
 every true democrat and whig, not your self-interested de- 
 mocrats of thirty-seven, but whigs of seventy-six and nine- 
 ty-eight rai.e monuments of marble and monuments of 
 .rass to his memory, that they may fire the emulation of 
 posterity to obtam such honors for themselves, for their 
 patriotic and heroic deeds, and they may not accuse them 
 jf ingratitude, but point to their memorials, and say 
 
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 Such honors Illion to her heroes paid, 
 
 And peaceful sleep the mighty Hector's shade. 
 
 Being in Philadelphia, at the North American Hotel, in 
 Chesnut street, now called the Union, kept by Mr. Jones, 
 on the morning of the last election for Van Buren and 
 Harrison, I observed from the parlor window, opposite the 
 arcade, from which hung the full lengtL portrait of General 
 Harrison, whose venerable and commanding figure was 
 truly imposing. At the distance of one square hung Gen- 
 eral Jackson, the hero of New Orleans — underneath hung 
 little Van, who at that time had no influence with the peo- 
 ple but what he derived from being sheltered beneath the 
 shadow of General Jackson's wing, and under which he 
 has been fostered too long already — it is high time for the 
 people to awake from the lethargy which has infatuated 
 them, it is high time to divest themselves of their self love 
 of power. I would not pay them so poor a compliment, as 
 to say they are not capable of discerning the vast dffference 
 in the abilities of Van Buren and General Harrison, and 
 the glorious change which will be the result of a change of 
 administration, I leave it for them to experience; but the 
 case is simply this, the administration party have held the 
 reins so long that it has almost amounted to a hereditary 
 government; and they well know, that if they once let the 
 reins slip out of their hands, much would be the glory which 
 ■would result from it, and though they would be infinitely 
 the gainer, they prefer being scourged by the party in 
 power, hoping for a change against hope. Our Divine 
 Master, the Heavenly Teacher, told the blind Scribes and 
 Pharisees that light had come unto the world, but men 
 loved darkness rather than light, because their deeds were 
 evil, that they would not come to the light for fear their 
 deeds would be reproved. As it was in spiritual things in 
 that day, so it is now in moral and political things — the 
 party still cling to the party in power, with the same devo- 
 tion which has so long infatuated them — but the time is 
 now at hand to dispel their delusion. General Hanison 
 having been nominated for the presidency, almost every 
 State has pledged to support him. We must wilfully shut 
 our eyes, stiffen our necks, and harden our hearts and un- 
 derstandings, if we won't allow that he will be elected. 
 The western wing will never yield up the claims of Gene- 
 ral Harrison; they who have shared with him the toils, the 
 dangers, and honors of a successful campaign — with such a 
 prize in view, the friends of Mr. Clay willingly concentra- 
 
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 ted their strength when that sacrifice is to operate for the 
 good of their country. Few, if any great men, but what 
 have been misrepresented; but in the case of General Har- 
 rison, not even the ranccur and venom of party spirit have 
 dared to assail his private character — it stands as pure as 
 the unsulHed snow on the mountain top, having for its mu- 
 niment the mountain adamant. Though honesty is a qua- 
 lity which is not always found in the hearts of ambitious, 
 aspiring men, but grows in all its fragrance in the unambi- 
 tious, unpretending hearts of the industrious and sturdy 
 yeomanry of the land. But General Harrison is emphati- 
 cally the man of the people — he has been nominated by a 
 convention, and has been chosen by a large majority, com- 
 posed of delegates from the people, and unsurpassed in in- 
 telligence, talents, and devotion to the cause of true repub- 
 licanism, by a reflecting body, that have assembled, and 
 after mature consideration, given their preference to him 
 whom the people had already shown in the most unequivo- 
 cal manner to be the man of their choice — most heartily 
 should the true friends of democratic and republican prin- 
 ciples congratulate themselves throughout the country up- 
 on this most anxious result. I congratulate them that they 
 now have a candidate upon whom they can all unite — one 
 who will heal all disunion, and restore to us in every sense 
 of the word, an honest and upright man — and above all, 
 one who can and will be elected. That he is a favorite in 
 every section of the country, can be easily shown — almost 
 every State, as far as I have had an opportunity of know- 
 ing, has at one time or another declared its attachment to 
 his venerated name, even when a preference may have 
 been shown to a local candidate. General Harrison is the 
 only one who in the present state of affairs can unite every 
 party of the Union, and the only one, with the exception 
 of Mr. Clay, who could have been nominated with the 
 same prospect of success; his public services, his military 
 success, and above all, his well known and sterling integri- 
 ty, ought to endear him to the great mass of the people 
 througout the Union, though he has never been the chosen 
 of the politicians and party leaders of the present Adminis- 
 tration, but the moment his name was presented to the 
 people for their suffrage, he was received by them with an 
 enthusiasm unexampled, as well as unexpected, although 
 nominated in the first instance more as a compliment than 
 with any expectation that he could be elected. VanBuren 
 was fostered under the wing of General Jackson, a name to 
 
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 which my heart's warmest affections will always cling with j 
 sincere and unfeigned affection; whose name ought always j 
 be upheld with the illustrious Washington. Travelling a 
 few years ago, in the cars, from Philadelphia to Washing- 
 ton, while Congress was in full session, and durins; the full 
 tide of General Jackson's popularity, the question was*^put 
 to me by a very distinguished general, who I knew well 
 was not favorably disposed towards the General, which I 
 thought the gjeatest man, General Washington or General 
 Jackson? I replied, I thought them equally great in their 
 day; for General Washington had been the saviour of his 
 country, and General Jackson had been the preserver of it. 
 Though I am an opposer of Mr. Van Buren and his mea- 
 sures, though he promised to carry out the measures of 
 General Jackson, he is as far behind General Jackson in 
 political measures as he is in sterling merit; and as I have 
 observed that f am opposed to Mr. Van Buren and his of- 
 fice holders and office seekers, I am still and ever shall be 
 devoted to General. Jackson. His military character and 
 his private principles being of a different temperamentfrom 
 Mr. Van Buren. The one is high-minded, honorable, and 
 chivalric; one which the crown of Great Britain could not 
 bribe to be otherwise than the upright patriot, the honest 
 man, which is the noblest work of God. The other little 
 groveling and intriguingone, ever since he entered the field 
 of politics, has availed himself of every political hobby by 
 which he could ride himself into power. 
 
 Unfurl the broad banner once more, 
 
 And rally around it in your might, 
 The destructives with sadness the hour shall deplore. 
 
 When Harrison and Tyler lead on the fight. 
 
 Let New York take the van, for the empire state 
 Has shown that she never will yield to the foe; 
 
 Let the rest act as bravely, as noble and great, 
 The power of the tyrant soon shall be laid low. 
 
 Let the watchword be union, of all who desire, 
 
 From the grasp of the spoilers their country to save, 
 
 May they who profess to fight only for hire, 
 
 Be routed where'er the Whig standard shall wave. 
 
 Our cause is a just one, our leaders are true, 
 
 The locos already begin to despair, 
 They know that if led by old Tippecanoe, 
 
 The hero, the statesman, we've nothing to fear* 
 
 Then unfurl the broad banner of freedom once more, 
 And throw it aloft towards its own native haven, 
 
 Let it float there in pride, 'till the conquest is o'er, 
 And the Vandals and Goths from the capital driven. 
 
 LUCY KENNEY. 
 
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