Gazette Of The United States, & Philadelphia Daily Advertiser

A war, waged by integrity, truth, and love of their country, against dastardly falsehood, calumny and vice—By the friends of liberty, lovers of independence, against an outrage of foreign banditti.

The epithet of Barbarian was adopted as an epithet of contempt to all people of every nation, not comprehended within the original Empire of Rome. From the days of the Romans to the present, every nation that has conspicuously figured upon the theatre of time, has thought it a matter of some interest to preserve the habits, customs, manners and genius of the people, from being blended in indistinguishable confusion, and lost, by the unlicensed inroads of the rabble of other countries.

The implant of instincts (self-love) seems to have dictated this policy. Who that had been accustomed to the pure morals, the simple manners, the downright openness of an American society, could wish to see it invaded by the grimace and friponnerie of a Frenchman, or the outlandish gabble and Russian-like insolence of a revolutionary Irishman?

Yet, strange to tell, and melancholy to behold, every barrier has been here broken down, and under the false idea of thereby increasing the strength of the nation, not only emigrants of character, but the criminals and outlaws of all nations have met an unrestrained admission and a cordial welcome to our shores, in such numbers as to form a powerful and closely united corps in the bosom of the country.

It is this powerful and desperate corps, which, animated by the stimuli so abundant in the principles of the modern Illuminati, has twice reared the bloody revolutionary standard in Pennsylvania, has placed the Insurgents and Revolutionists, M'Clenachan, Findley, Smiley, and Gallatin, in the National Councils, and which now threatens completely to seize upon the dejected commonwealth, under the auspices of one of their own members.

Although it be enough, that our experience of this man has shown him to be a seditious compound of every evil that ever found harbour in the ominous soul of a Jacobin, and although it be therefore of little moment so far as the question is personal to him, to enquire whether he sprang from the Bogs of Ireland, or the fens of Lerna, yet, in connection, the establishment of his country, and of course of his prejudices and attachments, will point out to us a cause powerfully operative in his behalf.

That he first drew breath in Ireland, is generally believed, and is probably the fact, as the contrary has not been proved; he certainly is of Irish descent, and prides himself upon it, since we find him President of the Hibernian Society. It is in evidence, and before the public, that he has looked with a favorable eye on the United Irishmen, and he is suspected to have been not merely a passive well-wisher to their designs. These suspicions are corroborated by his intimacy with Reynolds, and other Irish rebels in this country—to a large company of whom (and amongst the number Duane and the aforesaid Reynolds, two infamous traitors, convicts and outlaws) he lately gave a grand entertainment at his own house; and yet more powerfully by his openly wishing 20,000 of those banditti to land in this country.

Added to these, there will be found a numerous body of coadjutors in, the sanguinary revolutionists of France, who have found refuge in this devoted country—A class of men distinguished by their unanimous devotion to Mr. M'Kean, and powerful by being long trained and hackneyed in all those arts of intrigue and deception, so useful to vicious men, and so necessary to the cause of the Democratic candidate.

Owing his success chiefly to men of this character, they will have claims upon him, of a nature imperious, and not to be resisted.

To resist these claims, upon him, there is little probability that he possesses either sufficient firmness or inclination: indeed, already have his partisan stimulants held out to them of the most powerful and binding nature.

Whither else in fact shall we look for an adequate cause to those laborious and untiring exertions in his behalf, that alacrity with which truth and decency are sacrificed to serve him, by men who stand in the eye of the world, bankrupted in fortune and unknown in infamy—Dead to any honest state of things, and seeking a resurrection on the departed virtue and honesty of the commonwealth; as certain unfortunates, cut off by their own follies, vices or crimes from the comforts and joys of life, turn out of ordinary paths, and extort by depredations on society, the wages of infamy and everlasting execration.

That law of nature by which bodies unite is not more powerful nor more invariable, nor more indestructible, than the ties which bind each of the revolutionists of America to every other. Conscious that they have "in blood and guilt stept in so far, that to return were tedious as going o'er," they bend forward to one object, animated by one impulse, guided by one interest. The ties of friendship, and the incitements to virtuous actions, are not of half the operative force of those arising from a community of guilt.

Men have been always found more adventurous and daring, more careless of life, when employed in the destruction than when in the defence of governments—Conspirators and assassins are always more bold, more resolute, more secret, more united, than those they conspire against. Thus constituted, thus animated, thus disposed, are the band of Barbarians who uphold their fellow-barbarian to an office where he may more effectually complete the disgrace and ruin of the state—where he may satiate his boundless ambition and thirst for power, and where he may tyrannize at will, unawed by the frowns of virtue, and unmoved at the misery he will create around him.

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