Concord Register

ATTENTION!

Companies—to the Right—face!

New-Hampshire Expects EVERY Man, And ESPECIALLY EVERY SOLDIER, ON MONDAY NEXT, TO DO HIS DUTY.

Turn out, my brave fellows, on that day, one and all, and put the regulars to flight.

Our fathers did so before us; and are we less the "bone and muscle" of the country, than they were? They brought their forces to bear against the red-coats; but had they been blue-coats, or black-coats, or turn-coats, as we have to contend with now-a-days, they would have done the same. They fought for Liberty—we fight for nothing less. They fought against King George, a lawful sovereign, but an oppressor of our country—we fight against King Caucus, a sovereign by usurpation, and an oppressor of the world.

Have courage, my good fellows! Though he is the Despot of the iron crown, and the front of brass, his feet are of clay, and he stands in a slippery place. You will be headed in your attack upon his fortress, by the Gallant MILLER, who tried his hand in the sortie at Fort Erie. A braver soldier never faced the cannon's mouth. His open enemies, and the contemptible cow-boys that are plying back and forth between the forces, will tell you that he is not fit to command in the New-Hampshire Line, as he has been serving on a different station. But you know better. You know he is a true Son of New-Hampshire by birth, and family residence, and every kindred feeling.—You are proud of him—you glory in his fame—and scorn the hirelings who attempt to decry him. They tell you, to dishearten you, that he won't run. To be sure, he was never known to do it for an enemy—but he will for his friends.—Erie is then the watch-word—Miller is the sign under which we conquer.—All to our posts, then, on the first Monday of November: and let us display, in the face of the enemy, how well we can perform the first duty required of us as gallant Militia-men and Soldiers—support ARMS!

OLD RIFLE.