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ed on the fields that vvitneffed their valor. Let their exertions in our country's caule be remem- bered, while Liberty has an advocate, or grati- tude has place in the human heart.
Greene, the immortal hero of the Carolinas, has lince gone down to the grave, loaded with honors, and high in the eftimation of his country- men. The courageous Putnam has long flept with his fathers ; and Sullivan and Cilley, New - Hampfhire's veteran fons, are no more numbered with the living !
With hearts penetrated by unutterable grief, we are at length conflrained to afk, where is our WASHINGTON ? where the hero, who led us to victory — where the man, who gave us free- dom? Where is he, who headed our feeble army, when deftru6lion threatened us, who came upon our enemies like the ftorms of winter ; and fcat- tered them like leaves before the Borean blaft ? Where, O my country ! is thy political faviour ? where, O humanity ! thy favorite fon ?
The Iblemnity of this alTembly, the lamenta- tions of the American people will answer, " alas, he is now no more — the Mighty is fallen ! "
Yes, Americans, your WASHINGTON is gone ! he* is now configned to duft, and " fleeps ill dull, cold marble." The man, who never felt a wound, but when it pierced his country, who never groaned, but when fair freedom bled, is now forever filent ! — Wrapped in the fhroud of death, the dark dominions of the grave long lince re- ceived him, and he refts in undifturbed repofe ! Vain were the attempt to exprefs our lofs — vain the attempt to defcribe the feelings of our fouls ! Though months have rolled away, lince he left this terreftrial orb, and fought the fhining worlds
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