Age has its claims, and rank is not without its pretenses to advise—but tho unsupported by both, he flatters himself that the plain language of sincerity & Experience will neither be unheard nor unregarded.
Like many of you he loved private life, and left it with regret—he left it determined to retire from the field with the necessity that called him to it, and not till then, Not, ’till the enemies of his Country, the slaves of pow’r and the hirelings of injustice were compelled to abandon their schemes, and acknowledge America as terrible in Arms, as she had been humble in Remonstrance—with this object in view, he has long shared in your Toils and mingled in your dangers—he has felt the cold hand of poverty without a murmur, & has seen the insolence of wealth without a sigh. But, too much under the direction of his wishes, and sometimes weak enough to mistake desire for opinion, he has till lately, very lately believed in the Justice of his Country. He hop’d, that, as the Clouds of adversity scattered, and as the sunshine of peace & better fortune broke in upon us, the coldness and severity of government would relax, and that more than Justice, that gratitude, would blaze forth upon those hands, which had upheld her in the darkest stages of her passage from impending servitude to Acknowledged Independence. But faith has its limits as well as Temper—and there are points beyond which neither can be stretched, without sinking into Cowardice or plunging into credulity. This, my friends, I conceive to be your situation—hurried to the very verge of both—another step would ruin you forever—To be tame and unprovoked while injuries press upon you, is more than weakness, but to look up for kinder usage without one manly Effort of your own—would fix your Character and shew the world how richly you deserve the Chains you broke—To guard against this evil, let us take a review of the ground on which we now stand, and from thence carry our thoughts forward for a moment, into the unexplored field of expedient.
After a pursuit of seven long Years, the object for which we set out, is at length brot within our reach—Yes, my friends, that suffering Courage of yours was active once, it has conducted the United States of America thro’ a doubtfull and bloody War—it has placed her in the Chair of Independancy—and peace returns again—to bless—Whom? a country willing to redress your wrongs?—cherrish your worth—and reward your Services? a Country courting your return to private life, with Tears of gratitude and smiles of Admiration—longing to divide with you, that Independency, which your Gallantry has given, and those riches which your wounds have preserved? Is this the case? or is it rather a country that tramples upon your rights, disdains your Cries—& insults your distresses? have you not more than once suggested your wishes and made known your wants to Congress (wants and wishes, which gratitude and policy should have anticipated, rather than evaded)—and have you not lately, in the meek language of entreating Memorials, begged from their Justice, what you would no longer expect from their favor. How have you been answered? let the letter which you are called to consider tomorrow, make reply.
If this then be your treatment while the swords you wear are necessary for the Defence of America, what have you to expect from peace; when your voice shall sink, and your strength dissipate by division—when those very swords, the Instruments and Companions of your Glory, shall be taken from your sides—and no remaining mark of Military distinction left, but your wants, infirmities & Tears—can you then consent to be the only sufferers by this revolution, and, retiring from the field, grow old in poverty, wretchedness, and Contempt; can you consent, to wade thro’ the vile mire of dependency, and owe the miserable remnant of that life to Charity, which has hitherto been spent in honor? If you can—Go—and carry with you the jest of Tories, & the Scorn of Whigs—the ridicule—and what is worse—the pity of the world—go—Starve and be forgotten. But if your spirits should revolt at this—if you have sense enough to discover, and spirit enough to oppose Tyranny, under whatever Garb it may assume—whether it be the plain Coat of Republicanism—or the splendid Robe of Royalty; if you have yet learned to discriminate between a people and a Cause—between men and principles—Awake—attend to your Situation & redress yourselves; If the present moment be lost, every future Effort is in vain—and your threats then, will be as empty, as your entreaties now—I would advise you therefore, to come to some final opinion, upon what you can bear—and what you will suffer—If your determination be in any proportion to your wrongs—carry your appeal from the Justice to the Fears of government—Change the Milk & Water stile of your last Memorial—assume a bolder Tone, decent, but lively, spirited and determined—And suspect the man, who would advise to more moderation, and longer forbearance. Let two or three Men, who can feel as well as write, be appointed to draw up your last Remonstrance (for I would no longer give it the soothing, soft, unsuccessful Epithet of Memorial). Let it be represented in language that will neither dishonor you by its Rudeness, nor betray you by its fears—what has been promised by Congress, and what has been performed—how long and how patiently you have suffered—how little you have asked, and how much of that little, have been denied—Tell them that tho’ you were the first, and would wish to be the last to encounter Danger—tho’ despair itself can never drive you into dishonor, it may drive you from the field—That the wound often irritated and never healed, may at length become incurable—and that the slightest mark of indignity from Congress now, must operate like the Grave, and part you forever—That in any political Event, the Army has its alternative—if peace, that nothing shall separate you from your Arms but Death—If War—that courting the Auspices, and inviting the direction of your Illustrious Leader, you will retire to some unsettled Country, Smile in your Turn, and “mock when their fear cometh on”—But let it represent also, that should they comply with the request of your late Memorial, it would make you more happy; and them more respectable—That while War should continue, you would follow their standard into the field; and When it came to an End, you would withdraw into the shade of private Life—and give the World another subject of Wonder and applause—An Army victorious over its Enemies, Victorious over itself.
I am, &c.,
THIRD ANONYMOUS LETTER SUPPORTING SECOND ANONYMOUS LETTER AND RESPONDING TO GENERAL WASHINGTON’S POSTPONEMENT OF MEETING, MARCH 12, 1783
Gentlemen,