Is this—I ask—their whole reply?
Well, man! a school-boy's eloquence
Could have succeeded where thy art has failed.
Were not our hundred guns, our whelming numbers
Convincing arguments enough to move
The must tenacious rebel to submission?
What scares a knave stirs not a hero's blood.
And what of Travis? , hast thou not essayed
To unnerve his resistance by thy news?
Like inaccessible to bribe and threat,
He scorned your promise and defied your vengeance.
But would thy daughter's promised hand not melt
His stubbornness as wax before the sun?
With nought but deep contempt he heard my offer.