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                               THE WRITINGS

 

                                    OF

 

                               THOMAS PAINE

 

                         COLLECTED AND EDITED BY

 

                            MONCURE DANIEL CONWAY

 

                                 VOLUME I.

 

                               1774 - 1779

 

 

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                                    XIX.

 

                              THE AMERICAN CRISIS

 

 

                              Table of Contents

 

     Editor's Preface

 

     The Crisis No. I

 

     The Crisis No. II - To Lord Howe

 

     The Crisis No. III

 

     The Crisis No. IV

 

     The Crisis No. V - To General Sir William Howe

                      - To The Inhabitants Of America

 

     The Crisis No. VI - To The Earl Of Carlisle, General Clinton, And

                 William Eden, ESQ., British Commissioners At New York

 

     The Crisis No. VII  - To The People Of England

 

     The Crisis No. VIII - Addressed To The People Of England

 

     The Crisis No. IX   - The Crisis Extraordinary - On the Subject

                           of Taxation

 

     The Crisis No. X    - On The King Of England's Speech

                         - To The People Of America

 

     The Crisis No. XI   - On The Present State Of News

                         - A Supernumerary Crisis (To Sir Guy Carleton.)

 

     The Crisis No. XII  - To The Earl Of Shelburne

 

     The Crisis No. XIII - On The Peace, And The Probable Advantages

                           Thereof

 

     A Supernumerary Crisis - (To The People Of America)

 

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                         THE AMERICAN CRISIS.

 

                          EDITOR'S PREFACE.

 

THOMAS PAINE, in his Will, speaks of this work as The American

Crisis, remembering perhaps that a number of political pamphlets had

appeared in London, 1775-1776, under general title of " The Crisis."

By the blunder of an early English publisher of Paine's writings, one

essay in the London " Crisis " was attributed to Paine, and the error

has continued to cause confusion. This publisher was D. I. Eaton, who

printed as the first number of Paine's " Crisis " an essay taken from

the London publication. But his prefatory note says: " Since the

printing of this book, the publisher is informed that No. 1, or first

Crisis in this publication, is not one of the thirteen which Paine

wrote, but a letter previous to them." Unfortunately this correction

is sufficiently equivocal to leave on some minds the notion that

Paine did write the letter in question, albeit not as a number of his

" Crisis " ; especially as Eaton's editor unwarrantably appended the

signature " C. S.," suggesting " Common Sense." There are, however,

no such letters in the London essay, which is signed " Casca." It was

published August , 1775, in the form of a letter to General Gage, in

answer to his Proclamation concerning the affair at Lexington. It was

certainly not written by Paine. It apologizes for the Americans for

having, on April I9, at Lexington, made " an attack upon the King's

troops from behind walls and lurking holes." The writer asks : " Have

not the Americans been driven to this frenzy? Is it not common for an

enemy to take every advantage ? " Paine, who was in America when the

affair occurred at Lexington, would have promptly denounced Gage's

story as a falsehood, but the facts known to every one in America

were as yet not before the London writer. The English " Crisis "

bears evidence throughout of having been written in London. It

derived nothing from Paine, and he derived nothing from it, unless

its title, and this is too obvious for its origin to require

discussion. I have no doubt, however, that the title was suggested by

the English publication, because Paine has followed its scheme in

introducing a " Crisis Extraordinary." His work consists of thirteen

numbers, and, in addition to these, a " Crisis Extraordinary "and a "

Supernumerary Crisis." In some modern collections all of these have

been serially numbered, and a brief newspaper article added, making

sixteen numbers. But Paine, in his Will, speaks of the number as

thirteen, wishing perhaps, in his characteristic way, to adhere to

the number of the American Colonies, as he did in the thirteen ribs

of his iron bridge. His enumeration is therefore followed in the

present volume, and the numbers printed successively, although other

writings intervened.

 

The first " Crisis " was printed in the Pennsylvania Journal,

December 19, 1776, and opens with the famous sentence, " These are

the times that try men's souls"; the last " Crisis "appeared April

19,1783, (eighth anniversary of the first gun of the war, at

Lexington,) and opens with the words, " The times that tried men's

souls are over." The great effect produced by Paine's successive

publications has been attested by Washington and Franklin, by every

leader of the American Revolution, by resolutions of Congress, and by

every contemporary historian of the events amid which they were

written. The first " Crisis " is of especial historical interest. It

was written during the retreat of Washington across the Delaware, and

by order of the Commander was read to groups of his dispirited and

suffering soldiers. Its opening sentence was adopted as the watchword

of the movement on Trenton, a few days after its publication, and is

believed to have inspired much of the courage which won that victory,

which, though not imposing in extent, was of great moral effect on

Washington's little army.

 

 

 

                             THE CRISIS

 

                                   I.

 

THESE are the times that try men's souls. The summer soldier and the

sunshine patriot will, in this crisis, shrink from the service of

their country; but he that stands it now, deserves the love and

thanks of man and woman. Tyranny, like hell, is not easily conquered;

yet we have this consolation with us, that the harder the conflict,

the more glorious the triumph. What we obtain too cheap, we esteem

too lightly: it is dearness only that gives every thing its value.

Heaven knows how to put a proper price upon its goods; and it would

be strange indeed if so celestial an article as FREEDOM should not be

highly rated. Britain, with an army to enforce her tyranny, has

declared that she has a right (not only to TAX) but "to BIND us in

ALL CASES WHATSOEVER," and if being bound in that manner, is not

slavery, then is there not such a thing as slavery upon earth. Even

the expression is impious; for so unlimited a power can belong only

to God.

 

Whether the independence of the continent was declared too soon, or

delayed too long, I will not now enter into as an argument; my own

simple opinion is, that had it been eight months earlier, it would

have been much better. We did not make a proper use of last winter,

neither could we, while we were in a dependent state. However, the

fault, if it were one, was all our own*; we have none to blame but

ourselves. But no great deal is lost yet. All that Howe has been

doing for this month past, is rather a ravage than a conquest, which

the spirit of the Jerseys, a year ago, would have quickly repulsed,

and which time and a little resolution will soon recover.

 

* The present winter is worth an age, if rightly employed; but, if

lost or neglected, the whole continent will partake of the evil; and

there is no punishment that man does not deserve, be he who, or what,

or where he will, that may be the means of sacrificing a season so

precious and useful.

 

I have as little superstition in me as any man living, but my secret

opinion has ever been, and still is, that God Almighty will not give

up a people to military destruction, or leave them unsupportedly to

perish, who have so earnestly and so repeatedly sought to avoid the

calamities of war, by every decent method which wisdom could invent.

Neither have I so much of the infidel in me, as to suppose that He

has relinquished the government of the world, and given us up to the

care of devils; and as I do not, I cannot see on what grounds the

king of Britain can look up to heaven for help against us: a common

murderer, a highwayman, or a house-breaker, has as good a pretence as

he.

 

'Tis surprising to see how rapidly a panic will sometimes run through

a country. All nations and ages have been subject to them. Britain

has trembled like an ague at the report of a French fleet of

flat-bottomed boats; and in the fourteenth [fifteenth] century the

whole English army, after ravaging the kingdom of France, was driven

back like men petrified with fear; and this brave exploit was

performed by a few broken forces collected and headed by a woman,

Joan of Arc. Would that heaven might inspire some Jersey maid to

spirit up her countrymen, and save her fair fellow sufferers from

ravage and ravishment! Yet panics, in some cases, have their uses;

they produce as much good as hurt. Their duration is always short;

the mind soon grows through them, and acquires a firmer habit than

before. But their peculiar advantage is, that they are the

touchstones of sincerity and hypocrisy, and bring things and men to

light, which might otherwise have lain forever undiscovered. In fact,

they have the same effect on secret traitors, which an imaginary

apparition would have upon a private murderer. They sift out the

hidden thoughts of man, and hold them up in public to the world. Many

a disguised Tory has lately shown his head, that shall penitentially

solemnize with curses the day on which Howe arrived upon the Delaware.

 

As I was with the troops at Fort Lee, and marched with them to the

edge of Pennsylvania, I am well acquainted with many circumstances,

which those who live at a distance know but little or nothing of. Our

situation there was exceedingly cramped, the place being a narrow

neck of land between the North River and the Hackensack. Our force

was inconsiderable, being not one-fourth so great as Howe could bring

against us. We had no army at hand to have relieved the garrison, had

we shut ourselves up and stood on our defence. Our ammunition, light

artillery, and the best part of our stores, had been removed, on the

apprehension that Howe would endeavor to penetrate the Jerseys, in

which case Fort Lee could be of no use to us; for it must occur to

every thinking man, whether in the army or not, that these kind of

field forts are only for temporary purposes, and last in use no

longer than the enemy directs his force against the particular object

which such forts are raised to defend. Such was our situation and

condition at Fort Lee on the morning of the 20th of November, when an

officer arrived with information that the enemy with 200 boats had

landed about seven miles above; Major General [Nathaniel] Green, who

commanded the garrison, immediately ordered them under arms, and sent

express to General Washington at the town of Hackensack, distant by

the way of the ferry = six miles. Our first object was to secure the

bridge over the Hackensack, which laid up the river between the enemy

and us, about six miles from us, and three from them. General

Washington arrived in about three-quarters of an hour, and marched at

the head of the troops towards the bridge, which place I expected we

should have a brush for; however, they did not choose to dispute it

with us, and the greatest part of our troops went over the bridge,

the rest over the ferry, except some which passed at a mill on a

small creek, between the bridge and the ferry, and made their way

through some marshy grounds up to the town of Hackensack, and there

passed the river. We brought off as much baggage as the wagons could

contain, the rest was lost. The simple object was to bring off the

garrison, and march them on till they could be strengthened by the

Jersey or Pennsylvania militia, so as to be enabled to make a stand.

We staid four days at Newark, collected our out-posts with some of

the Jersey militia, and marched out twice to meet the enemy, on being

informed that they were advancing, though our numbers were greatly

inferior to theirs. Howe, in my little opinion, committed a great

error in generalship in not throwing a body of forces off from Staten

Island through Amboy, by which means he might have seized all our

stores at Brunswick, and intercepted our march into Pennsylvania; but

if we believe the power of hell to be limited, we must likewise

believe that their agents are under some providential control.

 

I shall not now attempt to give all the particulars of our retreat to

the Delaware; suffice it for the present to say, that both officers

and men, though greatly harassed and fatigued, frequently without

rest, covering, or provision, the inevitable consequences of a long

retreat, bore it with a manly and martial spirit. All their wishes

centred in one, which was, that the country would turn out and help

them to drive the enemy back. Voltaire has remarked that King William

never appeared to full advantage but in difficulties and in action;

the same remark may be made on General Washington, for the character

fits him. There is a natural firmness in some minds which cannot be

unlocked by trifles, but which, when unlocked, discovers a cabinet of

fortitude; and I reckon it among those kind of public blessings,

which we do not immediately see, that God hath blessed him with

uninterrupted health, and given him a mind that can even flourish

upon care.

 

I shall conclude this paper with some miscellaneous remarks on the

state of our affairs; and shall begin with asking the following

question, Why is it that the enemy have left the New England

provinces, and made these middle ones the seat of war? The answer is

easy: New England is not infested with Tories, and we are. I have

been tender in raising the cry against these men, and used numberless

arguments to show them their danger, but it will not do to sacrifice

a world either to their folly or their baseness. The period is now

arrived, in which either they or we must change our sentiments, or

one or both must fall. And what is a Tory? Good God! what is he? I

should not be afraid to go with a hundred Whigs against a thousand

Tories, were they to attempt to get into arms. Every Tory is a

coward; for servile, slavish, self-interested fear is the foundation

of Toryism; and a man under such influence, though he may be cruel,

never can be brave.

 

But, before the line of irrecoverable separation be drawn between us,

let us reason the matter together: Your conduct is an invitation to

the enemy, yet not one in a thousand of you has heart enough to join

him. Howe is as much deceived by you as the American cause is injured

by you. He expects you will all take up arms, and flock to his

standard, with muskets on your shoulders. Your opinions are of no use

to him, unless you support him personally, for 'tis soldiers, and not

Tories, that he wants.

 

I once felt all that kind of anger, which a man ought to feel,

against the mean principles that are held by the Tories: a noted one,

who kept a tavern at Amboy, was standing at his door, with as pretty

a child in his hand, about eight or nine years old, as I ever saw,

and after speaking his mind as freely as he thought was prudent,

finished with this unfatherly expression, "Well! give me peace in my

day." Not a man lives on the continent but fully believes that a

separation must some time or other finally take place, and a generous

parent should have said, "If there must be trouble, let it be in my

day, that my child may have peace;" and this single reflection, well

applied, is sufficient to awaken every man to duty. Not a place upon

earth might be so happy as America. Her situation is remote from all

the wrangling world, and she has nothing to do but to trade with

them. A man can distinguish himself between temper and principle, and

I am as confident, as I am that God governs the world, that America

will never be happy till she gets clear of foreign dominion. Wars,

without ceasing, will break out till that period arrives, and the

continent must in the end be conqueror; for though the flame of

liberty may sometimes cease to shine, the coal can never expire.

 

America did not, nor does not want force; but she wanted a proper

application of that force. Wisdom is not the purchase of a day, and

it is no wonder that we should err at the first setting off. From an

excess of tenderness, we were unwilling to raise an army, and trusted

our cause to the temporary defence of a well-meaning militia. A

summer's experience has now taught us better; yet with those troops,

while they were collected, we were able to set bounds to the progress

of the enemy, and, thank God! they are again assembling. I always

considered militia as the best troops in the world for a sudden

exertion, but they will not do for a long campaign. Howe, it is

probable, will make an attempt on this city [Philadelphia]; should he

fail on this side the Delaware, he is ruined. If he succeeds, our

cause is not ruined. He stakes all on his side against a part on

ours; admitting he succeeds, the consequence will be, that armies

from both ends of the continent will march to assist their suffering

friends in the middle states; for he cannot go everywhere, it is

impossible. I consider Howe as the greatest enemy the Tories have; he

is bringing a war into their country, which, had it not been for him

and partly for themselves, they had been clear of. Should he now be

expelled, I wish with all the devotion of a Christian, that the names

of Whig and Tory may never more be mentioned; but should the Tories

give him encouragement to come, or assistance if he come, I as

sincerely wish that our next year's arms may expel them from the

continent, and the Congress appropriate their possessions to the

relief of those who have suffered in well-doing. A single successful

battle next year will settle the whole. America could carry on a two

years' war by the confiscation of the property of disaffected

persons, and be made happy by their expulsion. Say not that this is

revenge, call it rather the soft resentment of a suffering people,

who, having no object in view but the good of all, have staked their

own all upon a seemingly doubtful event. Yet it is folly to argue

against determined hardness; eloquence may strike the ear, and the

language of sorrow draw forth the tear of compassion, but nothing can

reach the heart that is steeled with prejudice.

 

Quitting this class of men, I turn with the warm ardor of a friend to

those who have nobly stood, and are yet determined to stand the

matter out: I call not upon a few, but upon all: not on this state or

that state, but on every state: up and help us; lay your shoulders to

the wheel; better have too much force than too little, when so great

an object is at stake. Let it be told to the future world, that in

the depth of winter, when nothing but hope and virtue could survive,

that the city and the country, alarmed at one common danger, came

forth to meet and to repulse it. Say not that thousands are gone,

turn out your tens of thousands; throw not the burden of the day upon

Providence, but "show your faith by your works," that God may bless

you. It matters not where you live, or what rank of life you hold,

the evil or the blessing will reach you all. The far and the near,

the home counties and the back, the rich and the poor, will suffer or

rejoice alike. The heart that feels not now is dead; the blood of his

children will curse his cowardice, who shrinks back at a time when a

little might have saved the whole, and made them happy. I love the

man that can smile in trouble, that can gather strength from

distress, and grow brave by reflection. 'Tis the business of little

minds to shrink; but he whose heart is firm, and whose conscience

approves his conduct, will pursue his principles unto death. My own

line of reasoning is to myself as straight and clear as a ray of

light. Not all the treasures of the world, so far as I believe, could

have induced me to support an offensive war, for I think it murder;

but if a thief breaks into my house, burns and destroys my property,

and kills or threatens to kill me, or those that are in it, and to

"bind me in all cases whatsoever" to his absolute will, am I to

suffer it? What signifies it to me, whether he who does it is a king

or a common man; my countryman or not my countryman; whether it be

done by an individual villain, or an army of them? If we reason to

the root of things we shall find no difference; neither can any just

cause be assigned why we should punish in the one case and pardon in

the other. Let them call me rebel and welcome, I feel no concern from

it; but I should suffer the misery of devils, were I to make a whore

of my soul by swearing allegiance to one whose character is that of a

sottish, stupid, stubborn, worthless, brutish man. I conceive

likewise a horrid idea in receiving mercy from a being, who at the

last day shall be shrieking to the rocks and mountains to cover him,

and fleeing with terror from the orphan, the widow, and the slain of

America.

 

There are cases which cannot be overdone by language, and this is

one. There are persons, too, who see not the full extent of the evil

which threatens them; they solace themselves with hopes that the

enemy, if he succeed, will be merciful. It is the madness of folly,

to expect mercy from those who have refused to do justice; and even

mercy, where conquest is the object, is only a trick of war; the

cunning of the fox is as murderous as the violence of the wolf, and

we ought to guard equally against both. Howe's first object is,

partly by threats and partly by promises, to terrify or seduce the

people to deliver up their arms and receive mercy. The ministry

recommended the same plan to Gage, and this is what the tories call

making their peace, "a peace which passeth all understanding" indeed!

A peace which would be the immediate forerunner of a worse ruin than

any we have yet thought of. Ye men of Pennsylvania, do reason upon

these things! Were the back counties to give up their arms, they

would fall an easy prey to the Indians, who are all armed: this

perhaps is what some Tories would not be sorry for. Were the home

counties to deliver up their arms, they would be exposed to the

resentment of the back counties who would then have it in their power

to chastise their defection at pleasure. And were any one state to

give up its arms, that state must be garrisoned by all Howe's army of

Britons and Hessians to preserve it from the anger of the rest.

Mutual fear is the principal link in the chain of mutual love, and

woe be to that state that breaks the compact. Howe is mercifully

inviting you to barbarous destruction, and men must be either rogues

or fools that will not see it. I dwell not upon the vapors of

imagination; I bring reason to your ears, and, in language as plain

as A, B, C, hold up truth to your eyes.

 

I thank God, that I fear not. I see no real cause for fear. I know

our situation well, and can see the way out of it. While our army was

collected, Howe dared not risk a battle; and it is no credit to him

that he decamped from the White Plains, and waited a mean opportunity

to ravage the defenceless Jerseys; but it is great credit to us,

that, with a handful of men, we sustained an orderly retreat for near

an hundred miles, brought off our ammunition, all our field pieces,

the greatest part of our stores, and had four rivers to pass. None

can say that our retreat was precipitate, for we were near three

weeks in performing it, that the country might have time to come in.

Twice we marched back to meet the enemy, and remained out till dark.

The sign of fear was not seen in our camp, and had not some of the

cowardly and disaffected inhabitants spread false alarms through the

country, the Jerseys had never been ravaged. Once more we are again

collected and collecting; our new army at both ends of the continent

is recruiting fast, and we shall be able to open the next campaign

with sixty thousand men, well armed and clothed. This is our

situation, and who will may know it. By perseverance and fortitude we

have the prospect of a glorious issue; by cowardice and submission,

the sad choice of a variety of evils- a ravaged country- a

depopulated city- habitations without safety, and slavery without

hope- our homes turned into barracks and bawdy-houses for Hessians,

and a future race to provide for, whose fathers we shall doubt of.

Look on this picture and weep over it! and if there yet remains one

thoughtless wretch who believes it not, let him suffer it unlamented.

 

COMMON SENSE.

 

December 23, 1776.