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sen have demonstrated that, no less than Norton and Channing. "Set not thy foot on graves ! ” Did the Unitarian fathers who sleep, do their work so inadequately that we must have Farley & Co. do it all over again? Are we never to get beyond the a-b ab of the Liberal movement? We once knew the author of this work to introduce at a large festive occasion, in Faneuil Hall, where some five hundred persons were gathered to eat and make speeches, a letter he had just received giving the lugubrious details of the death-bed of a member of his parish, who had just died, a lady, we believe, whom none knew but himself; of this we are forcibly reminded by this introduction amid living people and living questions of this catalogue of texts, about a dogma which one would think had only recently been interred at the Church of the Savior in Brooklyn.

The Word of the Spirit to the Churches. Boston: Walker, Wise & Co.

(C. A. Bartol.) Cincinnati: G. S. Blanchard.

If the above was Unitarianism coffined, this is an attempt to galvanize the same by a kind of spiritualistic interpretation, and one which, because of the weakness of the battery, gets no farther than a sublime pretense. The writer shows affectation in every stroke of his pen, and only succeeds in revealing the passionless, bloodless nature of the church to which he adheres, by this effort at making his common-places pass under the image and superscription of Transcendentalism. It doesn't even require a banker to nail such false coin to the counter.

BUST OF THEODORE PARKER.

Miss Foley, of Boston, has just executed an exquisite bust of Mr. Parker. We have never seen any better representation of any one; and in this case the success is the more admirable because of those characteristics of Mr. Parker's head and face, which those who knew him best had learned to associate with his spiritual faculties. We were particularly struck at Miss Foley's felicitods interpretation of his nose: Mr. Parker had a nose of rather marked plainness, and common observers would call it a "snub.” But the nose had in it a "gaving clause:” up where it branched into strong eye-brows and widened for individuality, it was a nose which might have won him promotion under Napoleon, who, it is well known, selected his Marshals with reference to their noses. We are delighted to see by the Boston press that this work of the young and rising artist has satisfied Mr. Parker's friends entirely – Mr. Phillips, Mr. Garrison, Mr. Sanborn, and others, having found it so complete that there is talk of employing Miss Foley on one of life-size. We hope this will be done. Meanwhile, we can most heartily commend this bust to all who are interested in Mr. Parker. Its price is $3.00, and it may be found at Wm. Wiswell's, in this city.

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FRIENDS AND Fellow Citizens : We are met to exchange congratulations on the anniversary of an event singular in the history of civilization : a day of reason - of the clear light — of that which makes us better than a flock of birds and beasts; a day which gave the immense fortification of a fact -of gross historyto ethical abstractions. It was the settlement, as far as a great empire was concerned, of a question on which almost every leading citizen in it had taken care to record his vote ; one which for many years absorbed the attention of the best and most eminent of mankind. I might well hesitate, coming from other studies, and without the smallest claim to be a special laborer in this work of humanity, to undertake to set this matter before you,— which ought rather to be done by a strict coöperation of many well advised persons; but I shall not apologize for my weakness. In this cause no man's weakness is any prejudice. It has a thousand sons : if one man can not speak, ten others can,—and whether by the wisdom of its friends, or by the folly of the adversaries, by speech and by silence, by doing and by omitting to do, it goes forward. Therefore I will speak - or, not I, but the might of liberty in my weakness. The subject is said to have the property of making dull men eloquent.

It has been in all men's experience a marked effect of the enterprise in behalf of the African, to generate an overbearing and defying spirit. The institution of slavery seems to its opponent to have but one side, and he feels that none but a stupid or a malignant person can hesitate on a view of the facts. Under such an impulse I was about to say, If any can not speak, or can not hear the words of freedom, let him go hence; I had almost said, Creep into your grave, the universe has no need of you! But I have thought better : let him not go. When we consider what remains to be done for this interest, in this country, the dictates of humanity make us tender of such as are not yet persuaded. The hardest selfishness is to be borne with. Let us withhold every reproachful, and, if we can, every indignant remark. In this cause we must renounce our temper and the risings of pride. If there be any man who thinks the ruin of a race of men a small matter, compared with the last decoration and completions of his own comfort, who would not so much as part with his ice-cream to save them from rapine and manacles, I think, I must not hesitate to satisfy that man, that also his cream and vanilla are safer and cheaper by placing the negro nation on a fair footing than by robbing them. If the Virginian piques himself on the picturesque luxury of his vassalage, on the heavy Ethiopian manners of his house-servants, their silent obedience, their hue of bronze, their turbaned heads, and would not exchange them for the more intelligent but precarious hired-service of whites, I shall not refuse to show him that when their free-papers are made out, it will still be their interest to remain on his estate, and that the oldest planters of Jamaica are convinced that it is cheaper to pay wages than to own the slave.

* We publish by request this Address, which is not included in ity author's collected works.

1.- 41.

The history of mankind interests us only as it exhibits a steady gain of truth and right in the incessant conflict which it records between the material and the moral nature. From the earliest monuments it appears that one race was victim, and served the other races. In the oldest temples of Egypt negro captives are painted on the tombs of kings, in such attitudes as to show that they are on the point of being executed ; and Herodotus, our oldest historian, relates that the Troglodytes hunted the Ethiopians in four-horse chariots. From the earliest time the negro has been an article of luxury to the commercial nations. So has it been down to the day that has just dawned on the world. Language must be raked, the secrets of slaughter-houses and infamous holes that can not front the day must be ransacked, to tell what negro-slavery has been. These men, our benefactors, as they are producers of corn and wine, of coffee, of tobacco, of cotton, of sugar, of ram

and brandy, gentle and joyous themselves, and producers of comfort and luxury for the civilized world, — there seated in the finest climates of the globe, children of the sun,- I am heart-sick when I read how they came there, and how they are kept there. Their case was left out of the mind and out of the heart of their brothers. The prizes of society, the trumpet of fame, the privileges of learning, of culture, of religion, the decencies and joys of marriage, honor, obedience, personal authority, and a perpetual melioration into a finer civility,— these were for all, but not for them. For the negro was the slave-ship to begin with, in whose filthy hold he sat in irons, unable to lie down; bad food, and insufficiency of that; disfranchisement; no property in the rags that covered him; no marriage, no right in the poor black woman that cherished him in her bosom,- no right to the children of his body; no security from the humors, none from the crimes, none from the appetites of his master ; toil, famine, insult, and flogging; and, when he sunk in the furrow, no wind of good fame blew over him, no priest of salvation visited him with glad tidings ; but he went down to death, with dusky dreams of African shadow-catchers and Obeahs hunting him. Very sad was the negro tradition that the Great Spirit, in the beginning, offered the black man, whom he loved better than the buckra or white, his choice of two boxes, a big and a little one. The black man was greedy, and chose the largest. “ The buckra box was full up with pen, paper and whip, and the negro box with hoe and bill; and hoe and bill for negro to this day.”

But the crude element of good in human affairs must work and ripen, spite of whips, and plantation-laws, and West-Indian interest.

Conscience rolled on its pillow, and could not sleep. We sympathize very tenderly here with the poor aggrieved planter, of whom so many unpleasant things are said ; but if we saw the whip applied to old men, to tender women ; and, undeniably, though I shrink to say so,-- pregnant women set in the treadmill for refusing to work, when not they, but the eternal law of animal nature, refused to work ;—if we saw men's backs flayed with cowhides, and “ hot rum poured on, superinduced with brine or pickle, rubbed in with a corn-husk, in the scorching heat of the sun ;”. if we saw the runaways bunted with bloodhounds into swamps and hills; and, in cases of passion, a planter throwing his negro into a copper of boiling cane-juice,- if we saw these things with eyes, we too should wince. They are not pleasant sights. The blood is moral : the blood is anti-slavery: it runs cold in the veins: the stomach rises with disgust, and curses slavery. Well, so it happened ; a good man or woman, a country-boy or girl, it would so fall out, once in a while saw these injuries, and had the indiscretion to tell of them. The horrid story ran and flew; the winds blew it all over the world. They who heard it asked their rich and great friends if it was true, or only missionary lies. The richest and greatest, the prime minister of England, the king's privy council were obliged to say, that it was too true. It became plain to all men, the more this business was looked into, that the crimes and cruelties of the slave-traders and slave-owners could not be overstated. The more it was searched, the more shocking anecdotes came up — things not to be spoken. Humane persons who were informed of the reports, insisted on proving them. Granville Sharpe was accidentally made acquainted with the sufferings of a slave, whom a West Indian planter had brought with him to London, and had beaten with a pistol on his head so badly that his whole body became diseased, and the man useless to his master, who left him to go whither he pleased. The man applied to Mr. William Sharpe, a charitable surgeon, who attended the diseases of the poor. In process of time he was healed. Granville Sharpe found him at his brother's, and procured a place for him in an apothecary's shop. The master accidentally met his recovered slave, and instantly endeavored to get possession of him again. Sharpe protected the slave. In consulting with the lawyers they told Sharpe the laws were against him. Sharpe would not believe it ; no prescription on earth could ever render such iniquities legal. “But the decisions are against you, and Lord Mansfield, now chief justice of England, leans to the decisions.” Sharpe instantly sat down and gave himself to the study of English law for more than two years, until he had proved that the opinions relied on of Talbot and Yorke were incompatible with the former English decisions, and with the whole spirit of English law. He published his book in 1769, and he so filled the heads and hearts of his advocates, that when he brought the case of George Somerset, another slave, before Lord Mansfield, the slavish decisions were set aside and equity affirmed. There is a sparkle of God's righteousness in Lord Mansfield judgment, which does the heart good. Very unwilling had that great lawyer been to reverse the late decisions ; he

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