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Warriors, hear!-Be wise, be brave;
Rise, to conquer, and to save.
Rise to save our bleeding land
From the rampart, and the brand,
From the arts, and from the crimes
Of other, and far distant climes.

From the thirst of sordid gains,
That ere long shall blast our plains;
And that cold, unpitying rush,
Name, and rule, that aims to crush.
Firmness now is all that saves,
To submit is to be slaves;
Now, or never, to the field,

Teach the lordly foe to yield.

Spurn his council, spurn his laws;

Strike and strike for freedom's cause.

Rally!-rally, for th' attack

Drive th' invading legions back

To their homes beyond the seas!

Thus great Manito decrees.

Up to arms, begin th' attack;

'Tis the voice of Pontiac!

Let your sufferings-let your wrongs—
Swell your rising battle songs;

Let your drums a death note peal,
Boding deeds of strife and steel;
Let your piercing battle yell
Echo-echo-far and nigh,

While our scouts prolong the cry,
Till it reaches ev'ry ear,

That's open Indian wrongs to hear.
Let it fly o'er plains and deeps,
Gath'ring force as on it sweeps;
Louder-louder!-ev'ry hour,
"Till it wakes our utmost pow'r,
Rousing all our warlike bands,
Waking all our pillag'd lands
"Till one deep appalling cry
Rings throughout the western sky,
Echoing vengeance!-Liberty!
Up-prepare the lance-the rack,-
'Tis the voice of Pontiac!

Former woes provoke your ire,

Think, but hate, and feel, but fire!
Ev'ry peaceful hue be fled,

Ev'ry hue but warlike red.
Strangers occupy our soil-
Sons of dull mechanic toil.

They pollute our ancient seats,
Altars, groves-and fond retreats.
Ever claiming deeper grants-
Nothing can allay their wants,
Or evade their arts, or will;

But they've driv'n, and drive us still,-
Pouring onward as they go.

Livid streams of liquid woe,

That subdues the soul when quaff'd,

Bitter-bitter-fiery draught,

Conq'ring not by sword or might,
But this soul destroying blight,

Of all ills the last, and worst,
Spirit brew'd and spirit curs'd.
Warriors, pause-and hurl it back-
'Tis the voice of Pontiac!

Now my fav'ring dreams portend,
Their ill-gotten pow'r shall end.
Now the goal is reach'd and won,
Fate decrees!-it must be done!
Crush the sérpent ere his length
Tells superior skill or strength;
Strike the panther ere he springs,
And the mortal fang he flings.
Take the monster grizzle-bear,
Young and feeble in his lair,
Mar his talons, blear his sight,
Ere he waxes strong in might,
Else the day shall hasten by,
Else we quickly droop and die;
Or shall linger on our lands,
Frail, dependent, feeble bands;
Weak in numbers, low in fame,
Sad, impov'rish'd, sunk and tame;
Asking alms from door to door,
Where our chieftains ruled before,
While the stranger lords it high,
'Neath our once joy-kindled sky,
And his children as they turn
From the furrow, blade, or urn,
Ax, or pestle, pipe, or bone,
Once our fathers', or our own,
Shall with pride indignant spurn
Home and nation, bone and urn,
And exclaim-contemptuous grave
Indian dog, or Indian slave!

Heav'ns! and can ye live and burn,
And not on the insulter turn?
Have ye hearts, and have ye ears,
And not shake your vengeful spears?
Are ye men by God's decrees,

And can suffer taunts like these?
Rend! Oh! rend th' empurpled sky,
With your thrilling battle cry:
Vengeance! Valor! Liberty!
One and all to the attack!

'Tis the voice of Pontiac!

It has just occurred to me as not unworthy of remark, that when the English succeeded the French in the occupancy of those regions, a warrior arose to oppose them in the person of Pontiac; and (although not so immediately after the change) when the Americans succeeded the English, another, equally distinguished, and following out the same plan (a combination of all the tribes east of the Alleghany mountains), arose to oppose the Americans, in the person of Tecumthe, or Tecumseh, as he is usually called. It is possible that some chief, equally politic and daring, and gifted with like powers of eloquence, and capacity for command, may have headed the tribes against the French. Their wars, we know, were desperate, and often bloody. There seem then, to have been three periods (assuming the first, which it is not unreasonable to do) in each of which a great chief arose among the Indians, to lead his people against the encroachments of the three successive powers that at that far distant period invaded their country.

BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH OF REVEREND CHARLES FOX

BY WILLIAM H. FOX

Read at the annual meeting, June 4, 1884

Charles Fox, the fourth son of George Townsend and Anne Stote (Crofton) Fox, was born November 22, 1815, at Westoe, in the county of Durham, England. His youth was passed in Westoe with his brothers and sisters, and his early training and education were like those, at that time, of the children of English parents in affluent circumstances, and of strongly religious characters. About the year 1828 his father moved with his family to the city of Durham, which thereafter remained the place of the family residence.

When he had arrived at a suitable age, Charles Fox was sent to Rugby school, where he remained until about 1832, and enjoyed the benefit of the instruction and example of Dr. Arnold. His departure from Rugby, at the age of about sixteen years, was the end of his school life; for his father, having intended him to be a merchant, then procured for him a position in a mercantile house in Leeds, where he began to learn book-keeping, business routine, and especially the manufacture of cloth and other woolen goods. His health having become impaired in May, 1833, his father sent him to Germany to recuperate, and to give him an opportunity to travel and to study the German language. While there he visited the principal cities of Germany, and seems to have been a frequent visitor at the art galleries, besides learning as much of the mercantile interests of the country as his limited experience in such matters would allow. During the autumn of this year, his father having learned of a favorable position for him in the mercantile house of Sands, Turner & Co., of New York, where an older brother had been for some time previous to this, called Charles back from Germany, and sent him to New York to learn business in that city, where he arrived during the month of November, 1833. From this time until the autumn of 1835, he devoted himself to business in New York, occasionally having an opportunity to travel into other parts of the United States and Canada. Being of pleasing disposition and manners, and entertaining in conversation, having acquired much general information by private study, he made many friends. and acquaintances among those who were, or afterwards became prominent members of New York society; and during this time he developed a strong taste for the study of natural history; and made many small collections of animal and bird skins, of fish and specimens of mineralogy, which he sent to his father in England, who took much interest in the Newcastle museum, and was making collections for a museum of natural history in Durham. Mr. Fox's taste for natural history was more fully developed in later life.

During the latter part of 1835 he returned to England at his father's request to take a course of study in the university at Durham. In his more youthful days, while at home and at school, he had been well instructed in his religious duties, and his associations had been among those of pious characters. His more intimate companions in New York had also been to a great extent persons of strong religious convictions. His older brother, who was with him there, exercised a very wholesome influence over him in moulding his religious character. But during this visit to England he was more deeply impressed with the duty of serving his Creator; and after his return to New York many of his leisure hours were spent at the house of Rev. Dr.

Eastburn, rector of the church of the Ascension, afterwards bishop of Massachusetts, to whose influence, also, much is due for the course afterwards pursued by him. On his twenty-first birthday, November 22, 1836, he decided to study for the ministry and wrote his father, asking his permission to do so. It then became his all-absorbing desire to properly prepare himself to preach the precious word of God, and to bring unrepentant sinners to a realizing sense of their guilt; and from this time on, he devoted himself with great energy to the study of theology, which however, was frequently interrupted by sickness and ill health, a great source of grief to himself, and on account of which he was obliged to leave the theological seminary in New York City soon after entering it. He spent some time at Yonkers, N. Y., and at Westport, Conn., where he prosecuted his studies until he was ordained a deacon in Hartford by Bishop Brownell, June 11, 1839, having in the meantime made another short visit to England. During his studies he made free use of his pen, and wrote religious tracts, articles for Silliman's Journal of Arts and Sciences, The Journal of Commerce, The Churchman, and other journals and papers, and published a small book entitled "Three Words to Novel Readers." It may well be remarked here, that though this work was directed against novel reading, Mr. Fox was far from being opposed to works of fiction in late life, and during illness and hours of relaxation read many novels himself, and highly appreciated and enjoyed the better class of that kind of literature. Mr. Fox received a call to St. Paul's Episcopal Church at Jackson, Michigan, and was presented with a paper of which the following is a copy:

"The undersigned, the wardens and vestrymen of St. Paul's Church in Jackson, Michigan, convened at Jackson, August the 16th, 1839, have called the Rev. Charles Fox as the Rector of said church and have fixed the annual salary to be paid by the society at four hundred dollars, to commence on the 10th instant. Signed, Ira C. Backus, Samuel Higby, Wardens; Samuel H. Kimball, L. S. House, L. Graves, J. C. Bailey, Vestrymen. To the Rev. Charles Fox."

This call he accepted, and we will let him describe his first journey to Jackson, and the village as he found it, in his own words: "By the railroad I found my way to Ypsilanti, and the railroad stopped-stages carrying the passengers to Ann Arbor. Early in the morning I took my seat in a crowded stage-one stage a day was then quite sufficient for the travel-and late at night-in the darkness and rain of a heavy thunder storm, thought myself fortunate to get to bed in a little room with three other persons at Mr. Bascom's tavern. In the morning I was up early to get a view of my new home, and I must say as I looked around, my heart sank within me. It was the first new village I had ever seen. The scattered houses and shanties of every size and shape, looked as if they had fallen from heaven, or sprouted like mushrooms, wherever chance might direct. The stumps in the so-called streets were only outnumbered by the pools left by last night's rain, and a heavy white, oppressive fog hung over and pointed out the limits both of the river and the marsh, which formed no mean portion of the village site. The most conspicuous objects were the groceries and billiard rooms, the courthouse and the foundation of the penitentiary, and an unfinished church stood out of the village near the river."

St. Paul's church was the first church organization in Jackson, save that of the Free Will Baptists, organized in February of that year, and Mr. Fox was

its rector, the Episcopalians of Jackson having been dependent upon occasional visits from clergymen for their religious services up to that time. His first sermon was preached in the court-house, August 1st. It was his disposition through life to work with his whole energy upon whatever he undertook, and so he did in this, his first parish; and besides attending to his duties in Jackson, he preached frequently in Albion, and visited and preached in many other towns in that part of the State. He was ordained a priest on the first day of December, in that year, in St. Paul's church, Detroit. During his first year in Jackson divine services were held in the court-house, until on October 20, 1840, his congregation had erected a church building, which was then consecrated by the bishop of the State. Under his preaching the congregation grew rapidly, and when he was obliged to resign the rectorship, in the spring of 1841, on account of ill health, caused to some extent by the unhealthiness of the location (for few families in town were free from frequent visits of fever and ague), he had the satisfaction of leaving the church in a vigorous and healthy condition, and promising well for its future growth and prosperity. Its prosperity from that time on is evidenced by the fact that that parish has had less aid from the missionary fund of the diocese than any other parish organized at that time, or for many years afterwards. On leaving Jackson, Mr. Fox accepted a call to Trinity church, Columbus, Ohio, but resigned and accepted an invitation from the Bishop of Michigan, the next summer, to become his assistant in St. Paul's church, Detroit; for besides his episcopal duties, the Bishop was rector of this church, also. From this time on. Mr. Fox made Michigan his home, and in the spring of 1843, resigned from his position in St. Paul's church, and bought a farm on Grosse Isle, directly opposite the village of Truago, afterwards known as Trenton, and on the 20th day of June, married Anna Maria Rucker, daughter of John Anthony Rucker, of Grosse Isle, and resided on his farm.

While Mr. Fox was the Bishop's assistant in St. Paul's church, he had made frequent visits to Truago, to preach there, in what was then, or afterwards became, St. Thomas parish, and, after making his residence on Grosse Isle, he officiated in that parish until he went with his family to England, in July, 1846. After his return from England, in September, 1847, he again preached in that parish. He also gave much of his attention and time to missionary work, in which his labors extended beyond the limits of the diocese. During the latter part of 1850, and the spring of 1851, he succeeded in having built a small wooden church, after the plan of the Little Bow church, of the city of Durham, England, on the river bank, on the west side of Grosse Isle, and on Easter Monday, April 21, 1851, St. John's church was organized and a new parish formed, being composed of Grosse Isle. Mr. Fox became rector, David Keith was elected warden, and John Ballard, J. A. Rucker, Edward L. Keith, W. R. Wood, Thomas Lewis, Louis D. Rucker, and Angus Keith, vestrymen. The articles of association were filed in the county clerk's office on the 1st day of May, 1851, and on the 6th of June the Bishop gave his official consent in writing to the organization of the church.

After settling on his farm, Mr. Fox applied himself to farming, of which he knew little or nothing at that time, either practically or theoretically, but as he was thorough in all he undertook, he went at it with a firm determination to learn all that could be learned of American farming in the northern States, and to become a master of the subject in both a theoretical and

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