that's all we want, sir. And you can do this better than any other man.
You have known him longest; have fought closest by his side:
and can best tell us of his noble deeds. And surely now, after all,
you can't bear to let him die, and all his great actions,
and be forgotten forever."

This, I confess, went to the quick, and roused me completely.
"What! Marion forgotten?" I exclaimed, "Marion forgotten! and by me!"
No, never! never! while memory looks back on the dreadful days
of the revolution; when a British despot, not the NATION,
(for I esteem them most generous,) but a proud, stupid, obstinate, DESPOT,
trampling the HOLY CHARTER and constitution of England's realm,
issued against us, (sons of Britons,) that most unrighteous edict,
TAXATION without REPRESENTATION! and then, because in the spirit
of our gallant fathers, we bravely opposed him, he broke up
the very fountains of his malice, and let loose upon us
every indescribable, unimaginable curse of CIVIL WAR; when British armies,
with their Hessian, and Indian, and tory allies, overran my afflicted country,
swallowing up its fruits and filling every part with consternation;
when no thing was to be seen but flying crowds, burning houses,
and young men, (alas! too often,) hanging upon the trees like dogs,
and old men wringing their withered hands over their murdered boys,
and women and children weeping and flying from their ruined plantations
into the starving woods! When I think, I say, of these things, oh my God!
how can I ever forget Marion, that vigilant, undaunted soldier,
whom thy own mercy raised up to scourge such monsters,
and avenge his country's wrongs.

The Washington of the south, he steadily pursued the warfare most safe for us,
and most fatal to our enemies. He taught us to sleep in the swamps,