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griefs which may not be spoken in the ear of man not unmingled with tones of sorrow and accents of lest falling lashes should smother their attempted earnest entreaty, which urge us, if we can do no utterance; all tones of wild despair, all muttered more, at least to cast up a safe highway from the curses and half breathed prayers to God for ven- land of republican bondage to the home of freedom geance; every low whisper, passing round dark cir- under a monarch's protecting rule. And what tucles of midnight plotters in the forest's gloom, ri- multuous acclaim, even while you are yet assembled, pening their schemes of flight, or bloody retribu- swells up from the freed Antilles,” like the roar tion; all aspirations of that hope which gives the of pent-up seas bursting their rocky barriers; and fugitive strength to his toil-worn limbs, courage to tells a nation joy at the returning aniversary of its his fainting soul, speed to his flying steps; the emancipation? What is it but another tone of that stealthy foot-fall through slumbering villages or same voice, which bids you for very shame to suftowns at midnight, and the rustle of dry leaves in fer no longer in quiet "the free United States to solitary wood-paths; the bloodhound's bay, the rifle's cherish the slavery which a king has abolished ?”— sharp crack, and whizzing of the ball, the shout of What are the taunts flung at you from beyond the savage exultation which hails its deadly aim, the waters; from crowned despots and their minions, bubbling rush of its victim's lise stream from the scorning a slaveholding republicanism ; from pagans fatal wound; all mingle in the ceaseless cry which at their idol shrines, sneering at a heathenizing bids you - up to the rescue." In the lament, too, of Christianity ? What, but variations of the same darkened minds and benighted souls, chained in ig. unceasing voice, which will still roar, and shriek, norance by statute prohibitions, and doomed to hea- and groan, and sigh, and wail, and entreat, and acthenism by the usages of a Christain people, you cuse, and condemn, till your brother’s blood no lonhear the emphatic call for help. The enslaved con. ger gives it its startling tones and unearthly power ? sciences of millions, clanking their spiritual shac. The earth which drunk that blood—which drinks it kles, and demanding a release from their galling still, warm-dripping from the lash-sends up conweight, appeal to your consciences, inaking them tinually its accusing cry to heaven. The heaven your accusers if you put forth no effort for their dis. which looked on with astonishment, hurls back its enthralment. Sounds not that appeal in your ears response from the black thunder-cloud, and writes it like the death groan of starving souls, perishing for with quivering lightnings all over its broad expanse. lack of that bread of life which should nourish them? The rivers, discolored with the crimson stain, sweep

The whole South land is listing up its voice; not oceanward with indignant rush, pouring out their from living things alone, but the very stones are complaints in every ripple of the current as they crying out of the walls of its dilapidated mansions dash along. The ocean flings them back with its and deserted sanctuaries, “wo to him that buildeth | loud voice of many waters, as his foam-crested bil. a town with blood, and establisheth a city with ini-lows tumble in upon the trembling shore. And He quity;" and the beam out of the timber is answering that sitteth on the circle of the heavens, that spread them, accusing slavery of their too early decay and abroad the earth and stretched the clouds above it ruin ; and calling on you as sharers in the common like the curtains of a tent, and channelled it with interest of the whole country, to drive out the abomi- river courses, and scooped out the hollows for the nation which maketh desolate, and bring in that seas, that makes them all the instruments of his builder of old waste places, that upraiser of the will, when, by terrible things in righteousness, he foundations of many generations, free industry. would vindicate the honor of his violated laws, and The once fruitful fields, now slavery-cursed with avenge the cause of the helpless and injured poor, barrenness; the pine woods over-growing olden cul- he is shaping into articulate sounds those thunders tivations and echoing in their gloomy depths the above, and that voice of the waters below, and, as howl of « wolves returned after the lapse of a cen- it were, bending those lightning flashes into forms tury," send up their call with all the earnestness of and characters which may be read-pealing upon dying prosperity gasping hard for breath, and pray. your ears with the one, and blazing upon your daz. ing for renewed life. Nor from the South alone rises zling eyes with the other, “ Execute judgment in up the call to anti-slavery effort. From many a fly- the morning, and deliver him that is spoiled out of ing captive, wandering over the wide north, seeking the hand of the oppressor, lest my fury go out like shelter in the shadow of our liberty tree on our fire, and burn that none can quench it, becanse of the boasted free soil, and finding that the hand of “com evil of your doings." And I rejoice to know that promise” has pruned away its branches, till oppres- you are not utterly unheedful of the call, but have sion's sun-stroke can smite him even here, and banded yourselves together to work, by your united wither his blooming hopes; is pealing out a call for zeal and energy, the required deliverance; not by protection and deliverance;

retaliating upon the evil-doer the evil he has done; “ While from the dark Canadian woods,

not by washing out with his blood the blood-stain The loud reply comes thundering out,

with which he has polluted the land ; not by “phy Above Niagara's boiling floods, The rescued bondman's triumph shout;"

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encounter;" but by " the opposition of moral puri. | shields him from the perils he must else have braved ty to moral corruption, the destruction of error by by such a course ? could he even have attempted it ? the potency of truth, the overthrow of prejudice by If his labors are producing abundant fruit, it bethe power of love, the abolition of slavery by the cause yours have broken and mellowed to some despirit of repentance:" thus conferring a blessing at gree the soil, and diffused a more genial temperaonce upon the oppressor and his victim. Not in vain ture throughout the moral atmosphere. have you enlisted in this holy war ; holy, no less But I meant not to speak so long of what has because of its weapons, than of its objects. Not in been. It behooves us, rather, forgetting the things vain have you devoted your strength to this labor of which are behind, and reaching forth unto those love, spending it for the good of those froin whom which are before, to press toward the mark for the you look for no recompense. Not in vain have you prize of our high calling. The little which has been encountered reproach and persecution—braved the done, may be hastily glanced at now and then, as wrath of the mob, suffered the loss of property by encouragement to new exertion, but must not be the outbreaks of lawless violence, endured personal dwelt upon as if it were the fulfilment of our duty; indignities, and faced personal dangers. Not in vain, must not be permitted to hide from our eyes the even if you could as yet see no fruits of your labor, vastly more which yet lies unaccomplished before so far as its direct purpose is concerned; even if no us. ' And with you I am confident it will not. You fetter had yet been broken, no blessing of them that have not just put on the harness of this Christian were ready to perish, but are now set in safety from warfare, to boast yourseves as he that putteth it off, the reach of the destroyer, had yet come upon you. after the battle has been fought and the victory won. Your own consciousness bears witness that he, in whose service you are engaged, is no exactor of un- There is another subject on which my mind has requited toil ; that he does not even wait the finish- dwelt much, and which I hope will claim some ing of the day's work, before he begins the pay- share of your attention. I mean the duty toward ment of its wages. You have tasted the reward in our brethern flying from oppression, which grows the inward peace which obedience has produced ; in out of the recent decision of the Supreme Court.the sweet satisfaction which flows from the exercise That we are verily guilty concerning our brother, so of kindly emotions, and the sacrifice of present per- long as we consent to aid in re-enslaving him if he sonal indulgence and ease to the toils of benevolence, attempts to escape--so long as we leave unused any and in the pleasures of social intercouse, and a feel rightful means in our power to assist his self-deliving of brotherly union in a common cause, height. erance, I need not so say to such an assembly as ened by the consideration of the nobleness of that this letter is designed for. But what ought we to cause; purified by the disinterestedness of that feel. do, what can we do with the most effect, for the ating. But this has not been your only reward. You tainment of our fixed purpose ? That we will never have seen the work of the Lord prospering in your lift a finger to help the kidnapper, however strong hands. He who sows the seed expects to wait long the authority of statute, or constitution, or judicial and patiently for the harvest, before its waving decision with which he is clothed, I take for granted wealth shall cover the furrows, or its ripened is our unanimous, undisguised determination. That sheaves shall crowd the barns. Yet, in your case we will do our best, by all means which the moral the reaper seems already treading on the sower's law condemns not, to baffle him and save the prey heel, and the harvest of the last sown furrow sup- from his talons, I trust we are equally well agreed plies the seed for the next. A Birney, a Nelson, a on, and equally open in avowing. Now, as Brisbane, and a Thome, are not the only trophies of have the highest judicial authority of the nation for past success, nor the only auxiliaries of future effort. the doctrine that the federal government cannot reNot the converted slaveholder alone, but the libera- quire State officers to enforce its decrees, and that ted slave also, is at once the witness of what has the several States may forbid all giving of aid by been done, and the helper in what is yet to do.- their official agents, to the re-capture of fugitive Where, but for your efforts, would have been some slaves, it seems to me that every free State owes it of the voices which are now pleading, with the ear- to its own character, to justice, to humanity, to pass nest eloquence of simple nature, for the deliverance an act at the earliest possible opportunity, imposing of the enslaved, and moving the whole land with such prohibition; and that abolitionists everywhere their strong appeals? To name no other-would ought to bestir themselves in this matter, and by pe. Douglas be now rousing the country to a state of titions, and their personal influence, where they have healthy agitation; would he be going from city to any, with their representatives, and by whatever city, and town to town, and village to village, with means are proper and lawful, endeavor to bring about his story of the captive's wrongs ; awakening sym- so desirable an end. The South should be made to pathy, enkindling zeal, and enlisting effort—if north- know that we are not only determined to hinder, as ern abolitionists had not prepared the public mind to far as we can, her attempts to make effective for inreceive him, and formed a public sentiment which | justice a compromise which ought never to have


been made ; and which, when made, being immoral | Not by deeds that win the world's applauses; in its nature, is not binding, and cannot be, and must Not by works that give thee world-renown; ever be « more honored in the breach than the ob- Nor by martyrdom, or vaunted crosses, servance;" but that we are resolved to get all we Can'st thou win and wear the immortal crown. can to help us, and to make the whole policy of the

Daily struggling, though unloved and lonely, North, so far as we can mould it, a barrier against the re-enslavement of the self-emancipated bondman, Thou wilt find, by hearty striving only,

Every day a rich reward will give; who seeks a shelter within our borders.

And truly loving, thou can'st truly live. But I will trespass on your time and patience no longer. I could not feel willing to let your gather- Dost thou revel in the rosy morning, ing pass away without a greeting from your absent

When all nature hails the lord of light, brother, and his fervently uttered God-speed to your And his smile, the mountain-tops adorning, exertions; and, having begun to talk, I have been Robes yon fragrant fields in radiance bright? borne along beyond my original purpose, till now, if other hands may grasp the field and forest, I close not speedily, there will be mo room in the

Proud proprietors in pomp may shine ; sheet for signature or superscription. Blame me not, But with fervent love, if thou adorest, beloved friends and fellow-laborers, that I seem thus Thou art wealthier-all the world is thine ! reluctant to part with you. The memory of our toils and trials together, the thought of all that we have Yet, if through earth's wide domains thon rovest, enjoyed in common, the remembrance of the abun

Sighing that they are not thine alone, dant kindness and generous hospitality I have so often Not those fair fields, but thyself thou lovest, received at your hands, while laboring with you in

And their beauty, and thy wealth are gone. this good work, and of the warm personal friendship, Nature wears the color of the spirit; the confidence and brotherly affection with which you Sweetly to her worshipper she sings; have honored and cheered me,—these come throng. All the glow, the grace she doth inherit, ing upon me, as I turn to take my leave, and swell Round her trusting child, she fondly flings. my bosom with emotions, which you may conceive but I cannot utter. Farewell, brethren and sisters. May He whose wisdom is profitable to direct, and whose arm is strong to defend and mighty to save,

THE HAPPY LIFE. be with you in all your deliberations; give prudence to your counsels, vigor to your measures, success to your enterprise. May he guide you in life and sus. How happy is he born or taught, tain you in death, and reward you at last with the That serveth not another's will; welcome invitation, « Well done, good and faithful Whose armour is his honest thought, servants, enter ye into the joy of your Lord.”

And simple truth his highest skill :

Whose passions not his masters are;

Whose soul is still prepared for death;
Not tied unto the world with care

Of princes' ear or vulgar breath: Why thus longing, why for ever sighing

Who hath his life from rumors freed; For the far-off, unattained and dim;

Whose conscience is his strong retreat: While the beautiful, all around thee lying,

Whose state can neither flatterers feed, Offers up its low perpetual hymn ?

Nor ruin make oppressors great: Would'st thou listen to its gentle teaching,

Who envies none whom chance doth raise, All thy restless yearning it would still ;

Or vice : who never understood Leaf and flower, and laden bee are preaching,

How deepest wounds are given with praise ; Thine own sphere, though humble, first to fill.

Nor rules of state, but rules of good : Poor indeed thou must be, if around thee

Who God doth late and early pray Thou no ray of light and joy can’st throw,

More of his grace than gists to lend ; If no silken cord of love hath bound thee

And entertains the harmless day To some little world, through weal and wo ;

With a well chosen book or friend. If no dear eye thy fond love can brighten

This man is freed from servile hands No fond voices answer to thine own;

Of hope to rise, or fear to fall; If no brother's sorrow thou can'st lighten,

Lord of himself, though not of lands; By daily sympathy and gentle tone.

And having nothing, yet hath all.





'Tis o'er !--thou art a man!The struggle and the tempest both begin

Where he who faints must fall—he fight who can,
Infant, I envy thee

A victory to win!
Thy seraph smile—the soul without a stain ;
Angles around thee hover in thy glee,

Go, cleanse thy heart, and fill
A look of love to gain !

Thy soul with love and goodness : let it be

Like yonder lake, so holy, calm, and still;
Thy paradise is made

So full of purity!
Upon thy mother's bosom, and her voice
Is music rich as that by spirits shed

This is thy task on earth-
When blessed things rejoice!

This is thy eager manhood's proudest goal;

To cast all meanness and world-worship forth; Bright are the opening flowers,

And thus exalt the soul ! ly, bright as thou, sweet babe, and innocent. They bud and bloom ; and straight their infant hours,

'Tis manhood makes the man Like thine, are done and spent !

A high-souled freeman or a fettered slave,

The mind a temple fit for God to span,
Boy ! infancy is o'er-

Or a dark dungeon grave!
Go with thy playmates to the grassy lea,
Let thy bright eye with yon fair laverock soar,
And blithe and happy be!

Go, crow thy cuckoo notes,

I love the hearth where evening brings
Till all the green-wood alleys loud shall ring;

Her loved ones from their daily tasks, Go listen to the thousand tuneful throats

Where virtue spreads her spotless wings, That ʼmong the branches sing !

And vice, foul serpent, never basks ;

Where sweetly rings upon the ear
I would not sadden thee,

The blooming daughter's gentle song, Nor wash the rose upon thy cheek with tears :

Like heavenly music whisper'd near, Go while thine eyes are bright- unbend thy knees;

While thrilling hearts the notes prolong
Forget all cares and fears !

For there the father sits in joy,
Youth! is thy boyhood gone ?

And there the cheerful mother smiles, The fever hour of life at length has come,

And there the laughter-loving boy, And passion sits in reason's golden throne,

With sportive tricks the eye beguiles ; While sorrow's voice is dumb!

And love, beyond what worldlings know, Be glad ! it is thy hour

Like sunlight on the purest foam, of love ungruding-faith without reserve

Descends, and with its cheering glow And from the right, ill hath not yet the power

Lights up the Christian's happy home.
To make thy footsteps swerve!

Contentment spreads her holy calm
Now is thy time to know

Around her resting place so bright,
How much of trusting goodness lives on earth,

And gloomy sorrow finds a balm,
And rich in pure sincerity to go

In gazing at so fair a sight;
Rejoicing in tły birth!

The world's cold selfshness departs,

And discord rears its front no more,
Youth's sunshine unto thee-

There pity's pearly tear drop starts,
Love first and dearest-has unveiled her face,

And charity attends the door.
And thou hast sat beneath the trysting tree
In love's first fond embrace !

No biting scandal, fresh from hell,

Grates on the ear, or scalds the tongue; Enjoy thy happy dream,

There kind remembrance loves to dwell, For life hath not another such to give ;

And virtue's meed is sweetly sung :
The stream is flowing-love's enchanted stream-

And human nature soars on high,
Live, happy dreamer, live!

Where heavenly spirits love to roam,

And vice, as stalks it rudely by,
Though sorrow dwelleth here,

Admires the Christian's happy home.
And falsehood and impurity and sin,
The light of love, the gloom of earth to cheer,

Oft have I join'd the lovely ones,
Comes sweetly, sweetly in!

Around the bright and cheerful hearth,



With father, mother, daughters, sons,

has half a dozen squalling children to torment and The brightest jewels of the earth;

impoverish him. And while the world grew dark around,

The unfortunate neighbour, however, returns the And fashion called her senseless throng, compliment with interest, sighs over the loneliness I've fancied it was holy ground,

of the wealthy bachelor, and can never see, without And that fair girl's a seraph's song.

feelings of regret, rooms where no stray plaything

tells of the occasional presence of a child, gardens And swift as circles fade away

where no tiny foot-mark reminds him of his treaUpon the bosom of the deep,

sures at home. He has listened to his heart, and When pebbles toss'd by boys at play

learned from it a precious secret; he knows how to Disturb its still and glassy sleep;

convert noise into harmony, expense into self-gratiThe hours have sped in pure delight,

fication, and trouble into amusement; and he reaps And wand'ring feer forgot to roam,

in one day's intercouse with his family, a harvest of While waved the banners of the night

love and enjoyment rich enough to repay years of Above the Christian's happy home.

toil and care. He listens eagerly on his threshold

for the boisterous greeting he is sure to receive, feels The rose that blooms in Sharon's vale, refreshed by the mere pattering sound of the dar

And scents the purple morning's breath, lings' feet, as they hurry to receive his kiss, and May in the shades of evening fail,

cures, by a noisy game at romps, the weariness and And bend its crimson head in death;

head-ache which he gained in his intercourse with And earth's bright ones amid the tomb May, like the blushing rose, decay ;

But it is not only to their parents and near conBut still the mind, the mind shall bloom, nexions, that children are interesting and delightful; When time and nature fade away.

they are general favourites, and their caresses are

slighted by none but the strange, the affected, or the And there amid a holier sphere,

I have, indeed, heard a fine lady declare Where the arch-angel bows in awe,

that she preferred a pnppy or a kitten to a child; and Where sits the King of Glory near,

I wondered she had not sense enough to conceal her To execute his perfect law,

want of womanly feeling; and I know another fair The ransom'd of the earth, with joy,

simpleton, who considers it beneath her to notice those Shall in their robes of beauty come,

from whom no intellectual improvement can be deAnd find a rest without alloy,

rived, forgetting that we have hearts to cultivate as Amid the Christian's happy home!

well as heads. But these are extraordinary exceptions to general rules, as uncommon and disgusting as a beard on a lady's chin, or a pipe in her mouth,

Even men may condescend to sport with children CHILDHOOD.

without fear of contempt; and for those who like He must be incorrigibly unaniable, who is not a to shelter themselves under authority, and cannot little improved by becoming a father. Some there venture to be wise and happy their own way, we are, however, who know not how to appreciate the have plenty of splendid examples, ancient and modblessings with which Providence has filled their ern, living and dead, to adduce, which may sanction quiver; who receive with coldness a son’s greeting a love of these pigmy playthings. Statesmen have or a daughter's kiss; who have principle enough romped with them, orators told them stories, conproperly to feed and clothe, and educate their chilquerors submitted to their blows, judges, divines dren, to labor for their support and provision, but and philosophers listended to their prattle, and joinpossess not the affection which turns duty into de- ed in their sports. light; who are surrounded with blossoms, but know Spoiled children are, however, excepted from this not the art of extracting their exquisite sweets.- partiality; every one joins in visiting the faults of How different is the effect of true parental love, others upon their heads, and hating these unfortunate where nature, duty, habit and feeling combine to victims of their parents' folly. They must be brib. constitute an affection the purest, the deepest anded to good behaviour, like many of their elders; they the strongest, the most enduring, the least exacting insist upon fingering your watch, and spoiling what of any of which the human heart is capable ! they do not understand, like numbers of the patrons

The selfish bachelor may shudder, when he thinks of literature and the arts; they will sometimes cry of the consequences of a family; he may picture to for the moon, as absurdly as Alexander for more himself littered rooms, and injured furniture, ima worlds; and when they are angry, they have no gine the noise and confusion, the expense and the mercy for cups and saucers. They are as unreasonacares, from which he is luckily free; hug himnelf in ble, impatient, selfish, exacting and whimsical, as his solitude, and pity his unfortunate neighbour, who I grown-up men and women, and only want the var.

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