TESTIMONY OF A WHIG VOLUNTEER.--On the 5th instant there was a tremendous democratic meeting at Doylestown, Pa. General Patterson, Colonels Wynkoop and Black, Capt. Davis, (late of the Mass. Vols.) Robert Tyler, A. H. Reeder and G. C. Collins, Esqr. were the speakers. Colonel Wynkoop delivered a powerful speech, from which we take the following extract, which brands the federal party as it deserves to be branded:
    "At my country's call, I marched as a private soldier to sustain her honor. I went out a Whig, with my musket on my shoulder and my knapsack on my back. I thought my country wanted me--I come back to you, fellow citizens, a Democrat! (Cheers.) A full blooded Democrat! (Cheers.) And as the Whigs in derision say, a red-mouthed, venomous Democrat. (Great applause.) And I thank the Mexican war for my conversion. I learned there the difference of heart, the difference of feeling--of soul, that existed between the two parties. I learned there a lesson that cannot be rejected. In the moment of peril and danger, while in the arduous service of my county, my mind wandered back to my far distant native land, and mingled with the cheering recollections of a Whig. I held on to the faith. But I learned that while the army of the republic was engaged in its defence, my own Whig party, influenced by expediency, had engaged in encouraging those who were destroying the army which had been sent abroad to represent them in the field of battle.
    I saw a party in the United States busily engaged in condemning the war, which I knew and felt to be just. I know that blood--good, true, red American blood--had been shed upon American soil, and it was that feeling that induced me to take up my musket. I have never doubted the justness of this war. (Cheers.) I can trace back to the Whig party, most of the carnage that reddened the plains of Mexico! I can point to them as the cause of the guerrilla system, with all its enormity and blood-thirstiness. I heard the arguments the whig orators addressed to the populace, and I knew their influence in inciting the Mexicans to an obstinate and desperate resistance. I knew, too, their influence, upon my poor men, some of whose bones are now bleaching upon the plains of Mexico. I point to the Mexican party in the United States, with Henry Clay at their head, as the cause of all this evil.
    Taking the hint from him and his party, Salas, the originator of the guerilla system, urged that they should hunt them down, worry them out, and prolong the war. "You can't overcome them," he said, "he would insist upon a prosecution of the war, and would have an indemnity; but if the Whig party comes into power, we will have a peace without any sacrifice of territory." How this plan of Salas', suggested by the whig party in the United States, succeeded, let the bones of the Americans now in Mexico testify; let the gallant spirits who were maimed, and are now lying in the hospitals speak out; and let the dead officers who fell along the National Road utter their voices. And these men were there struggling for their country's honor--not for one State, but the whole Union. And what was their position? Surrounded by an enemy, numerous enough to crush them, and eat them--they found a party at home, where they should look for succor, moulding the balls, preparing the powder, and sharpening the knife, to assassinate them. What was the reward for which they looked? The approval of their countrymen--nothing else--they earnestly gazed three thousand miles back to their native land for that approval.
    Where they should have found assistance, and indeed approbation, they found nothing from the whig party but hostility. They turned back to the work with broken hearts--they felt that their blackhearted, smooth-skinned politicians at home, were encouraging the Mexican blood-hounds to seek after their blood. But the crowning act of all, and that which drove out of my heart the last vestige of whig affection, was Henry Clay's speech and resolutions at Lexington. I tell you, and I speak it in honesty, that tears rolled down my cheeks when I read them; and that too published in good Spanish. I found them circulating in every street and corner of Puebla. Where then wer my whig principles? In the dust; and so help me God, I hope forever.--(Great cheering.) Another circumstance I must allude to; a few weeks afterwards, I received the Monitor Americano. It contained the proceedings of the Philanthropic Society, composed of men standing high in Mexico, in which were resolutions complimentary of Messrs. Clay, Corwin, Giddings, Botts, &c., and stating that these "illustrious friends of humanity have been elected honorary members of the Philanthropic Society," and, fellow citizens, let them remain there forever. (Cheers.)

Source:

Unknown, "Testimony of a Whig Volunteer," Brooklyn Eagle and Kings County Democrat, Brooklyn, Thursday, 10 August 1848, p. 2.