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with the favourable aspect which 

 their affairs in the North have as- 

 sumed, they insolently exhort us to 

 submit to the clemency of the con- 

 queror, and tamely bow our necks 

 to the yoke. 



No, servants of Buonaparte ! 

 [theaddressafterwardscontinues,] 

 placed as we are by your baseness, 

 between ignominy and death, what 

 choice would you wish a brave na- 

 tion to make, but to defend itself to 

 the last extremity ? Continue to 

 rob, murder, and destroy, as you 

 have done for these twenty months 

 past ; increase that incessantly eter- 

 nal hatred and thirst for vengeance 

 which we must ever feel towards 

 you. Shall we fall at the feet of the 

 crowned slave whom Buonaparte 

 has sent us for a king, because he 

 burns our temples, distributes our 

 virgins and matrons among his 

 odious satellites, and sends our 

 youth as a tribute to the French 

 Minotaur ! 



Think not, Spaniards, that the 

 Junta addresses you thus to excite 

 your valour by the arts of language. 



What occasion is there for words 

 when things speak so plainly for 

 themselves ? Your houses are de- 

 molished, your temples polluted, 

 your fields ravaged, your families 

 dispersed, or hurried to the grave. 



Shall we consent to the total de- 

 struction of our holy religion in 

 which we were born, and which we 

 have so solemnlysworntopreserve? 

 Our country is laid waste, and we 

 are insulted, and treated as a vile 

 herd of cattle, which are bought 

 and sold, and slaughtered when 

 our master pleases. Remember, 

 Spaniards, the vile and treacherous 

 manner in which this usurper tore 

 from us our king. 



He called himself his ally, his 



protector, his friend : he pretended 

 to give him the kiss of peace, but 

 his embraces are the folds of the 

 serpent, which twine round the in- 

 nocent victim, and drag him to his 

 cavern. Such perfidy is unknown 

 to civilized nations, and scarcely 

 practised among the most barba- 

 rous. The sovereign we idolize is 

 condemned to groan in solitude, 

 surrounded by guards and spies. 

 Amidst his sufferings, he can only 

 silently implore the valour of his 

 beloved Spaniards for liberty or 

 vengeance. 



There can be no peace while 

 these things subsist. That Spain 

 may be free, is the universal wish 

 of the nation. That Spain may be 

 free, or that it may become an im- 

 mense desart, one vast sepulchre, 

 where the accumulated carcasses of 

 French and Spaniards shall exhibit 

 to future ages our glory and their 

 ignominy. But this wretched fate 

 is not to be feared by brave men. 

 Victory, sooner or later, must be 

 the reward of fortitude and con- 

 stancy. What but these defended 

 the small republics of Greece from 

 the barbarous invasion of Xerxes ? 

 What protected the capitol when 

 assailed by the Gauls ? What pre- 

 served it from the arms of Hanni- 

 bal? What in more modern times 

 rescued the Swiss from German 

 tyranny, and gave independence to 

 Holland ? What, in fine, inspires 

 at present the Tyrolese with such 

 heroic resolution, that, though sur^ 

 rounded on every side by enemies, 

 and abandoned by their protectors, 

 they take refuge in their rocks, and 

 on the summits of their mountains, 

 and hurl defiance and defeat on the 

 battalions ofthe conqueror of Dant- 

 zic. The God of armies, for whom 

 we suffer, will give us success, and 



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