A small ketch perished; an1
only arrived in Virginia
A new dilemma ensued.
The old charter was abrogated; and, as there was in the settlement no one who had any authority from the new patentees, anarchy seemed at hand.
The emigrants of the last arrival were dissolute gallants, packed off to escape worse destinies at home,2
broken tradesmen, gentlemen impoverished in spirit and fortune; rakes and libertines, men more fitted to corrupt than to found a commonwealth.
It was not the will of God that the new state should be formed of these materials; that such men should be the fathers of a progeny, born on the American
soil, who were one day to assert American liberty by their eloquence, and defend it by their valor.
Hopeless as the determination appeared, Smith
resolutely maintained his authority over the unruly herd, and devised new expeditions and new settlements, to furnish them occupation and support.
At last, an accidental explosion of gunpowder disabled him, by inflicting wounds which the surgical skill of Virginia
could not relieve.3
Delegating his authority to Percy
, he embarked for England
Extreme suffering from his wounds and the ingratitude of his employers were the fruits of his services.
He received, for his sacrifices and his perilous exertions, not one foot of land, not the house he himself had built, not the field his own hands had planted, nor any reward but the applause of his conscience and the world.4
He was the Father
, the true leader who first planted the Saxon
race within the borders of the United States