Gazette Of The United States, & Philadelphia Daily Advertiser

The Gazette.

PHILADELPHIA

MONDAY EVENING, NOVEMBER

THIS DAY'S MAILS

Brings nothing New.

THE public attention has been called during the past week to the flagrant and atrocious fact of the existence of a society of United Irishmen in this City. The meeting which gave rise to our remarks, has doubtless been held, and the proposed plans agreed on. Instead therefore of relaxing in our attention to these deigns, there is a manifest call for increased vigilance. Their apparently inoffensive designation ought by no means to deter us from suspecting them of the most bloody purposes. When I behold a man evidently plotting my destruction, it is of but little import whether he strike under the name of a highwayman or an United Irishman, a burglar, or a peep o'day boy, an assassin, or a Defender. The sanguinary watchword assumed by this daring gang of outlaws, should arm every man in detestation and abhorrence against them, and every United Irishman ought to be hunted from the country, as much as a wolf or a tyger. For a more bloody and remorseless band of organized assassins never polluted the fountains of society. As there is little doubt that delegates attended at this meeting from the affiliate societies of New-York and elsewhere, the attention of the Editors of public papers will be profitably turned to ascertaining this fact. Whether any and what Irishmen of notorious character have recently left the place, what the ostensible, what the probable business they could have in hand; these are points which demand the attention and co operation of spirited and well disposed citizens generally, in exploding the darkest and most nefarious conspiracy, which ever yet found abettors in America. I have a list of members of the society-to this I shall always be happy to receive additions. Facts, also, identifying the membership of any individual whatever, will be useful and necessary. When as complete as I can make it, the names of the whole of them shall be published, from the gloomy, close-working, cut-throat looking one of Galen, to the fatuitous and puttering Bookseller, though the knives of the whole bloody gang were at my breast. Similar lists should be collected every where, and the villains dragged forth to light. For light to them is death.

When their majesties of France, invaded Ireland, they set forth one of their objects to be, the restoration of the Irish to the unrestrained enjoyment of the Catholic worship, for that they themselves, being Catholics, the task would be peculiarly grateful to them. To the Pope, when they invaded his territory, unbounded professions of respect and reverence were held out, and he was acknowledged as the legitimate and divine Pastor of the Holy Catholic Church Universal. To the Muselmen, they exhibit themselves in the light of true believers in the Mahometan faith, and Buonaparte would no doubt perform as many genuflexions per diem, as Abu Bekr is said to have done, to get possession of the treasures of Constantinople or of India. Thus these blaspheming Frenchmen, amidst all the aberrations of their infidelity, prove that they remember at least one passage in the Bible, by becoming all things to all men.

Some people are led to suppose, that because the Arabs are a loose and disorderly banditti, that the army of Buonaparte, being so powerful and well-appointed, must triumph over all their efforts. But there are a number of circumstances, abstracted from the consideration of physical, force, which must operate the destruction of the French.

A celebrated traveller (who was afterwards sent by the Directory, to find how the wind blew in America) tells us, that from March to November, the heat to an European, is almost insupportable,-that during this whole season, the air is inflamed, the sky sparkling, and the heat oppressive to all unaccustomed to it. The southerly winds are by the natives called "poisonous winds." These are of such extreme heat and aridity, that no animated body exposed to them can withstand their fatal influence. During the three days that they generally last, the streets are deserted; and woe to the traveller whom this wind surprises remote from shelter. When it blows longer than three days, it is insupportable. The inhabitants are often almost blinded by drifts of sand. All these comforts must be peculiarly acceptable to an army accustomed to contend with no other opposition than the force of the feeble and effeminate Italians, or the dispirited and broken legions of the Emperor.

Besides, it is the very disorder of the Arabs ; which renders them formidable. They are an invisible enemy. Mounted on horses as fleet as the wind, and seldom moving in a large mass, they beat their enemy in small detachments beat up his quarters, cut off his convoys, and harass his men with incessant alarms. It is in vain they are pursued, and the nature of their warfare exempts them from the possibility of defeat.

The emperor Julian marched an army of 50,000 men against barbarians of the same nature. character, and, in part, of the same country. His force was selected from the flower of his army, and the best appointed of the empire. A rapid tide of success marked his career, 'till, arrived at the Banks of the Euphrates, he was prevailed on, by some insidious Zopyrus, to destroy his fleet and transports. Julian still advanced -but he advanced to destruction. The barbarians incessantly hovered round him, and were no sooner dispersed on the one hand, than they appeared in greater numbers on the other. Irritated at the vexations of an enemy he deemed contemptible, he attacked, dispersed and pursued them on all sides, after killing immense numbers of them. In three days Julian was no more; and his army. reduced to one quarter of its number, capitulated with the despised enemy. The fate of General Braddock and his army, of General Harmar, of General St. Clair, are instances strongly in point, and demonstrate the inevitable dangers that attend a remote warfare against a savage or barbarous enemy.

Discipline is no qualification to an army that has to contend with such enemies ; the greatest veterans become the surest prey.

Whoever gives to these considerations their true force, must be persuaded that the mighty host of Buonaparte, long ere this day, lie scattered lifeless o'er the sands of Egypt; and I only wish, that instead of 30,000 he had 300,000 men with him.