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if he has seized our coat, we shall surrender up our cloak, rather than subject him to punishment.
swords shall be beaten into plough shares, and spears into pruning-hooks, and men shall not learn the art of war any more, it follows that all who manufacture, sell, or wield those deadly weapons, do thus array themselves against the peaceful dominion of the Son of God on earth.
We believe that the penal code of the old covenant, An eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth, has been abrogated by Jesus Christ; and that, under the new covenant, the forgiveness, instead of the punishment of enemies, has been enjoined upon all disciples, in Having thus briefly, but frankly, stated our prinall cases whatsoever. To extort money from ene-ciples and purposes, we proceed to specify the meamies, or set them upon a pillory, or cast them into sures we propose to adopt, in carrying our object prison, or hang them upon a gallows, is obviously into effect. not to forgive, but to take retribution. Vengeance is mine-I will repay, saith the Lord.
We expect to prevail through the foolishness of preaching striving to commend ourselves unto every man's conscience, in the sight of God. From the press we shall promulgate our sentiments as widely as practicable. We shall endeavor to secure the co-operation of all persons, of whatever name or sect. The triumphant progress of the cause of Temperance and of Abolition in our land, through the instrumentality of benevolent and voluntary associations, encourages us to combine our own means and efforts for the promotion of a still greater cause. Hence we shall employ lecturers, circulate
The history of mankind is crowded with evidences, proving that physical coercion is not adapted to moral regeneration; that the sinful dispositions of man can be subdued only by love; that evil can be exterminated from the earth only by goodness; that it is not safe to rely upon an arm of flesh, upon man whose breath is in his nostrils, to preserve us from harm; that there is great security in being gentle, harmless, long-suffering, and abundant in mercy; that it is only the meek who shall inherit the earth, for the violent, who resort to the sword, shall perish | tracts and publications, form societies, and petition with the sword. Hence, as a measure of sound policy, of safety to property, of life, and liberty, of public quietude and private enjoyment,-as well as on the ground of allegiance to Him who is King of kings, and Lord of lords,-we cordially adopt the non-resistance principle; being confident that it provides for all possible consequences, will ensure all things needful to us, is armed with omnipotent power, and must ultimately triumph over every assailing force.
We advocate no jacobinical doctrines. The spirit of jacobinism is the spirit of retaliation, violence and murder. It neither fears God, nor regards man. We would be filled with the spirit of Christ. If we abide by our principles, it is impossible for us to be disorderly, or plot treason, or participate in any evil work:-we shall submit to every ordinance of man, for the Lord's sake; obey all the requirements of government, except such as we deem contrary to the commands of the gospel; and in no wise resist the operation of law, except by meekly submitting to the penalty of disobedience.
our state and national governments in relation to the subject of Universal Peace. It will be our leading object to devise ways and means for effecting a radical change in the views, feelings and practices of society, respecting the sinfulness of war, and the treatment of enemies.
In entering upon the great work before us, we are not unmindful that, in its prosecution, we may be called to test our sincerity, even as in a fiery ordeal. It may subject us to insult, outrage, suffering, yea, even death itself. We anticipate no small amount of misconception, misrepresentation, calumny. Tumults may arise against us. The ungodly and violent, the proud and pharisaical, the ambitious and tyrannical, principalities and powers, and spiritual wickedness in high places, may combine to crush us. So they treated the Messiah, whose example we are humbly striving to imitate. If we suffer with him, we know that we shall reign with him. We shall not be afraid of their terror, neither be troubled. Our confidence is in the Lord Almighty, not in man. Having withdrawn from human protection, what can sustain us but that faith which overcomes the world? We shall not think it strange concerning the fiery trial which is to try us, as though some strange thing had happened unto us; but rejoice, in
But, while we shall adhere to the doctrine of nonresistance and passive submission to enemies, we purpose, in a moral and spiritual sense, to speak and act boldly in the cause of God; to assail inquity in high places and in low places; to apply our princi-asmuch as we are partakers of Christ's sufferings. ples to all existing, civil, political, legal, and ecclesiastical institutions; and to hasten the time, when the kingdoms of this world will become the kingdoms of our Lord and of his Christ, and he shall reign forever.
It appears to us a self-evident truth, that, whatever the gospel is designed to destroy at any period of the world, being contrary to it, ought now to be abandoned. If, then, the time is predicted, when
Wherefore, we commit the keeping of our souls to God, in well-doing, as unto a faithful Creator. For every one that forsakes houses, or brethren, or sisters, or father, or mother, or wife, or children, or lands, for Christ's sake, shall receive an hundred fold, and shall inherit everlasting life.
Firmly relying upon the certain and universal triumph of the sentiments contained in this Declaration, however formidable may be the opposition ar
BY FRANCES A. BUTLER.
What shall I do with all the days and hours
Shall love for thee lay on my soul the sin
Of casting from me God's great gift of time; Shall I, these mists of memory locked within, Leave, and forget, life's purposes sublime? Oh! how, or by what means, may I contrive
To bring the hour that brings thee back more near? How may I teach my drooping hope to live
Until that blessed time, and thou art here?
I'll tell thee for thy sake, I will lay hold
All heavenward flights, all high and holy strains;
I will this dreary blank of absence make
More good than I have won since yet I live.
A thousand graces which shall thus be thine;
TO AN INFANT.
BY WILLIAM LLOYD GARRISON.
Fair bud of being! blossoming like the rose-
Thou from its tender stem untimely break, An Angel shall the drooping victim take, And quick transplant it to a heavenly bower, Where it shall flourish in eternal Spring, Nurtured beneath the eye of a paternal KING.
TO M. W.
BY JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL.
L'Envoi, to a Volume of Poems.
Whether my heart hath wiser grown or not,
Young buds plucked hastily by childish hands
Less of that feeling, which the world calls love,
Thou knowest well what these three years have been,
'T were joy enough,-if I could think that life Were but a barren struggle after joy,
To live, and love, and never look beyond
The day has long gone by wherein 't was thought
In gentleness, as strength's least doubtful proof;
But, if the poet's duty be to tell
His fellow-men their beauty and their strength,
One has to teach that Labor is divine;
And all, that God is open-eyed and just,
Our new Atlantis, like a morning-star,
Hath gleamed upon the upraised face of Man
Drew wondrous melodies from Memnon huge,
And looks across the wastes of endless gray,
And we till noonday bar the splendor out,
And sunrise, and the yet unshaken dew
Brimming the chalice of each full-blown hope,
Are, then, our woods, our mountains, and our Never can poets hope for higher one.
Needful to teach our poets how to sing?
O, maiden rare, far other thoughts were ours,
What cares the Russian serf or Southern slave,
To preach and practice before all the world,-
And, if they be but faithful to their trust,
And which alone can fill it with true life.
Beloved! if I wander far and oft
BY LYDIA MARIA CHILD.
the midst of such calm, bright influences. Man may curse, but Nature for ever blesses. The guiltiest of her wandering children she would fain enfold within her arms to the friendly heart-warmth of a mother's bosom. She speaks to them ever in the soft, low tones of earnest love; but they, alas, tossed on the roaring, stunning surge of society, forget the quiet language.
As I looked up at the massive walls of the prison, it did my heart good to see doves nestling within the shelter of the deep, narrow, grated windows. I thought what blessed little messengers of heaven they would appear to me, if I were in prison; but instantly a shadow passed over the sunshine of my thought. Alas, doves do not speak to their souls, as they would to mine; for they have lost their love for child-like, and gentle things. How have they lost it? Society with its unequal distribution, its perverted education, its manifold injustice, its cold neglect, its biting mockery, has taken from them the gifts of God. They are placed here, in the midst of green hills, and flowing streams, and cooing doves, after the heart is petrified against the genial influconsi-ence of all such sights and sounds. Fre
As usual, the organ of justice (which phrenologists say is unusually developed in my head) was roused into great activity by the sight of prisoners. Would you have them prey on Society?' said one
society has preyed upon them. I will not enter into an argument about the right of society to punish these sinners; but I say she made them sinners. How much I have done toward it, by yielding to popular prejudices, obeying false customs, and suppressing vital truths, I know not; but doubtless 1 have done, and am doing, my share. God forgive me. If He dealt with us, as we deal with our brother, who could stand before him?'
I went last week to Blackwell's Island, in the East River, between the city and Long Island. The environs of the city are unusually beautiful, dering how far Autumn has advanced upon us. quent rains have coaxed vegetation into abundance, and preserved it in verdant beauty. The trees are hung with a profusion of vines, the rocks are dressed in nature's green velvet of moss, and from every lit-of my companions. I answered, I am troubled that tle cleft peeps the rich foliage of some wind-scattered seed. The island itself presents a quiet loveliness of scenery, unsurpassed by anything I have ever witnessed; though Nature and I are old friends, and she has shown me many of her choicest pictures, in a light let in only from above. No form of gracefulness can compare with the bend of flowing waters all round and round a verdant island. The circle typifies Love; and they who read the spiritual alphabet, will see that a circle of waters must needs be very beautiful. Beautiful it is, even when the language it speaks is an unknown tongue. Then the green hills beyond look so very pleasant in the sunshine, with homes nestling among them, like dimples on a smiling face. The island itself abounds with charming nooks-open wells in shady places, screened by large weeping willows; gardens and arbors running down to the river's edge, to look at themselves in the waters; and pretty boats, like whitewinged birds, chased by their shadows, and breaking the waves into gems.
But man has profaned this charming retreat. He has brought the screech owl, the bat, and the vulture, into the holy temple of Nature. The island belongs to government; and the only buildings on it are penitentiary, mad-house, and hospital; with a few dwellings occupied by people connected with those institutions. The discord between man and nature never before struck me so painfully; yet it is wise and kind to place the erring and the diseased in
While I was there, they brought in the editors of the Flash, the Libertine, and the Weekly Rake. My very soul loathes such polluted publications; yet a sense of justice again made me refractory. These men were perhaps trained to such service by all the social influences they had ever known. They dared to publish what nine-tenths of all around them lived unreproved. Why should they be imprisoned, while
flourished in the full tide of editorial success, circulating a paper as immoral, and perhaps more dangerous, because its indecency is slightly veiled? Why should the Weekly Rake be shut up, when daily rakes walk Broadway in fine broadcloth and silk velvet?
Many more than half the inmates of the penitentiary were women; and of course a large proportion of them were taken up as street-walkers.' The men who made them such, who, perchance, caused the love of a human heart to be its ruin, and changed tenderness into sensuality and crime-these men live in the ceiled houses' of Broadway, and sit in