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though all the rest be turned to stone by sorrow and sing its wings to seek some fairer height. This is degradation. The angel, who has once come down true only when love has been but one of the thouinto the soul, will not be driven thence by any sin sand vizards of selfishness, when we have loved ouror baseness even, much less by any undeserved selves in the beautiful spirit we have knelt to; that oppression or wrong. At the soul's gate sits she is, when we have merely loved the delight we felt silently, with folded hands and downcast eyes; but, in loving. Then it is that the cup we so thirsted at the least touch of nobleness, those patient orbs after tastes bitter or insipid, and we Aing it down are serenely uplifted, and the whole spirit is light- undrunk. Did we empty it, we should find that it ened with their prayersul lustre. Over all life broods was the poor, muddy dregs of self at the bottom, Poesy, like the calm, blue sky with its motherly, which made our gorge rise. If it be God whom we rebuking face. She is the true preacher of the Word, love in loving our elected one, then shall the bright and when, in time of danger and trouble, the es- halo of her spirit expand itself over all existence, tablished shepherds have cast down their crooks and till every human face we look upon shall share in fled, she tenderly careth for the flock. On her calmiits transfiguration, and the old forgotten traces of and fearless heart rests weary freedom, when all brotherhood be lit up by it; and our love, instead the world have driven her from the door with scoffs of pining discomforted, shall be lured upward and and mockings. From her white breasts flows the upward by low, angelical voices, which recede bestrong milk which nurses our heroes and martyrs; fore it forever, as it mounts from brightening sum. and she blunts the sharp tooth of the fire, makes the mit to summit on the delectable mountains of aspi. axe edgeless, and dignifies the pillory or the gal-rations and resolve and deed. lows. She is the great reformer, and, where the If any have aught worth hearing to say, let them love of her is strong and healthy, wickedness and say it, be they men or women. We have more wrong cannot long prevail. The more this love is cul- than enough prating by those who have nothing to tivated and refined, the more do men strive to make tell us. I never heard that the Quaker women were their outward lives rhythmical and harmonious, the worse for preaching, or the men for listening to that they may accord with that inward and domi- them. If we pardon such exhibitions as those of the nant rhythm by whose key the composition of all dancing-females on the stage, surely our prudery noble and worthy deeds is guided. To make one need not bristle in such a hedgehog fashion because object, in outward or inward nature, more holy to a a woman in the chaste garb of the Friends dares to single heart is reward enough for a life ; for, the plead in public for the downtrodden cause of justice more sympathies we gain or awaken for what is and freedom. Or perhaps it is more modest and beautiful, by so much deeper will be our sympathy maidenly for a woman to expose her body in public for that which is most beautiful,--the human soul. than her soul ? If we listen and applaud, while, as Love never contracts its circles ; they widen by as Coleridge says, fixed and sure a law as those around a pebble cast

Heaves the proud harlot her distended breast into still water. The angel of love, when, full of

In intricacies of laborious song," sorrow, he followed the first exiles, behind whom must we esteem it derogatory to our sense of refinethe gates of Paradise shut with that mournful clang, ment to drink from the fresh brook of a true woman's of which some faint echo has lingered in the hearts voice, as it gushes up from a heart throbbing only of all their offspring, unwittingly snapped off and with tenderness for our neighbour fallen among brought away in his hand the seed-pod of one of the thieves? Here in Massachusetts we burn Popish never-fading flowers which grew there. Into all nunneries, but we maintain a whole system of Prodreary and desolate places fell some of its blessed testant ones. If a woman is to be an Amazon, all kernels; they asked but little soil to root them the cloisters in the world will not starve or comselves in, and in this narrow patch of our poor clay press her into a Cordelia. There is no sex in noble they sprang most quickly and sturdily. Gladly they thoughts, and deeds agreeing with them; and such grew, and from them all time has been sown with recruits do equally good service in the army of truth, whatever gives a higher hope to the soul, or makes whether they are brought in by women or men. life nobler and more godlike; while, from the over-Out on our Janus-faced virtue, with its one front arching sky of poesy, sweet dew forever falls, to looking smilingly to the stage, and its other with nurse and keep them green and fresh from the world's shame-shut eyes turned frowningly upon the Antidust.

slavery Convention! If other reapers be wanting, God's livery is a very plain one; but its wearers let women go forth into the harvest-field of God and have good reason to be content. If it have not so bind the ripe shocks of grain; the complexion of much gold-lace about it as Satan's, it keeps out foul their souls shall not be tanned or weather-stained, weather better, and is besides a great deal cheaper. for the sun that shines there only makes the fairer

Never was falser doctrine preached than that love's and whiter all that it looks upon. Whatever is in chief delight and satisfaction lies in the pursuit of its place is in the highest place; whatever is right its object, which won, the charm is already flutter. I is graceful, noble, expedient; and the universal hiss

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of the world shall fall upon it as a benediction, and go up to the ear of God as the most moving prayer in its behalf. If a woman be truly chaste, that chastity shall surround her, in speaking to a public assembly, with a ring of protecting and rebuking light, and make the exposed rostrum as private as an oratory; if immodest, there is that in her which can turn the very house of God into a brothel.

STANZA S.

BY JOHN G. WHITTIER.

"The despotism which our fathers could not bear in their native country is expiring, and the sword of justice in her reformed hands has applied its exterminating edge to slavery. Shall the United States-the free United States, which could not bear the bonds of a king, cradle the bondage which a king is abolishing ? Shall a Republic be less free than a Monar chy? Shall we, in the vigor and buoyancy of our manhood, be less energetic in righteousness than a kingdom in its age ?"Dr. Follen's Address.

“Genius of America !-Spirit of our free institutions ! where art thou? How art thou fallen, O Lucifer! son of the morning-how art thou fallen from Heaven! Hell from be. neath is moved for thee, to meet thee at thy coming! The kings of the earth cry out to thee, Aha! Aha !-ART THOU BECOME LIKR UNTO US ?"-Speech of Samuel J. May. Our fellow-countrymen in chains !

Slaves—in a land of light and law! Slaves—crouching on the very plains

Where roll'd the storm of Freedom's war! A groan from Eutaw's haunted wood

A wail where Camden's martyrs fellBy every shrine of patriot blood,

From Moultrie's wall and Jasper's well!

What! shall we send, with lavish breath,

Our sympathies across the wave, Where Manhood, on the field of death,

Strikes for his freedom, or a grave ? Shall prayers go up, and hymns be sung

For Greece, the Moslem fetter spurning, And millions hail with pen and tongue

Our light on all her altars burning ? Shall Belgium feel, and gallant France,

By Vendome's pile and Schoenbrun's wall, And Poland, gasping on her lance,

The impulse of our cheering call ? And shall the slave, beneath our eye,

Clank o'er our fields his hatefnl chain ! And toss his fetter'd arms on high,

And groan for Freedom's gift, in vain? Oh, say, shall Prussia's banner be

A refuge for the stricken slave? And shall the Russian serf go free

By Baikal's lake and Neva's wave ?
And shall the wintry-bosom’d Dane

Relax the iron hand of pride,
And bid his bondmen cast the chain,

From fetter'd soul and limb, aside ?
Shall every flap of England's flag

Proclaim that all around are free, From «farthest Ind" to each blue crag

That beetles o'er the Western Sea ? And shall we scoff at Europe's kings,

When Freedom's fire is dim with us, And round our country's altar clings

The damning shade of Slavery's curse? Go-let us ask of Constantine

To loose his grasp on Poland's throat! And beg the lord of Mahmoud's line

To spare the struggling SulioteWill not the scorching answer come

From turban'd Turk, and fiery Russ : “Go, loose your fetter'd slaves at home,

Then turn, and ask the like of us!"

By storied hill and hallow'd grot,

By mussy wood and marshy glen, Whence rang of old the rifle-shot,

And hurrying shout of Marion's men! The groan of breaking hearts is there

The falling lash-the fetter's clank! Slaves-SLAVES are breathing in that air,

Which old De Kalb and Sumter drank !

What, ho !-our countrymen in chains !

The whip on woman's shrinking flesh! Our soil yet reddening with the stains,

Caught from her scourging, warm and fresh! What ! mothers from their children riven!

What! God's own image bought and sold ! AMERICANS to market driven,

And barter'd as the brute for gold !

Just God! and shall we calmly rest,

The Christian's scorn-the Heathen's mirthContent to live the lingering jest

And by-word of a mocking Earth? Shall our own glorious land retain

That curse which Europe scorns to bear ? Shall our own brethren drag the chain

Which not even Russia's menials wear ?

Speak! shall their agony of prayer

Come thrilling to our hearts in vain ?
To us, whose fathers scorn'd to bear

The paltry menace of a chain;
To us, whose boast is loud and long

Of holy Liberty and Light-
Say, shall these writhing slaves of Wrong,

Plead vainly for their plunder'd Right?

Up, then, in Freedom's manly part,

From gray-beard eld to fiery youth, And on the nation's naked heart

Scatter the living coals of Truth ! Up-while ye slumber, deeper yet

The shadow of our fame is growing! Up—while ye pause, our sun may set

In blood, around our altars flowing !

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Pride held his hand before mine eyes,

The world with flattery stuffed mine ears ; I looked to see a monarch's guise,

Nor dreamed thy love would knock for years, Poor, naked, fettered, full of tears.

Were half the power, that fills the world with terror, Were balf the wealth, bestowed on camps and

courts, Given to redeem the human mind from error,

There were no need of arsenals nor forts :

Yet, when I sent my love to thee,

Thou with a smile didst take it in, And entertained it royally

Though grimed with earth, with hunger thin, And leprous with the taint of sin.

The warrior's name would be a name abhorred !

And every nation, that should lift again Its hand against a brother, on its forehead

Would wear forevermore the curse of Cain ! Down the dark future, through long generations,

The echoing sounds grow fainter and then cease ; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations,

I hear once more the voice of Christ say, “ Peace !" Peace! and no longer from its brazen portals

The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies! But beautiful as songs of the immortals,

The holy melodies of love arise.

Now, every day thy love I meet

As o'er the earth it wanders wide, With weary step and bleeding feet,

Still knocking at the heart of pride, And offering grace, though still denied.

BY LYDIA MARIA CHILD,

THE ECONOMY OF SLAVERY.

pected soon to see the slaves of Virginia advertising for runaway masters.” Washington, in a letter to

Sir John Sinclair, describes the land in the neighOn the Battery, the other day, I met an acquaint. bourhood of Mount Vernon as exhausted and miseraance from New England. He was on his way from ble. He alludes to the fact, that the price of land Virginia, where he had been making contracts for in Pennsylvania and the free States, then averaged wood at a dollar an acre. In the true spirit of Yan. more than twice as much as land in Virginia : vibekee enterprise, he buys up the produce of waste cause,' says he, “there are in Pennsylvania laws lands, fells the trees, ships them to New York and for the gradual abolition of slavery and because Boston, and finds the trade profitable.

foreign emigrants are more inclined to settle in free A large emigration of substantial farmers from States.” Mr. Custis says, “Of the multitude of Orange, Duchess, and Columbia counties, in this foreigners who daily seek an asylum and home in State, have, within a few years, emigrated to the the empire of liberty, how many turn their steps to counties of Loudon, Culpepper and Fairfax, in Vir- the region of the slave ? None. There is a maginia. They bought up the worn-out plantations

laria in the atmosphere of those regions, which the for a mere song, and, by judicious application of new comer shuns, as being deleterious to his views free labour, they are « redeeming the waste places, and habits. See the wide-spreading rain, which the and making the wilderness blossom as the rose." avarice of our ancestral government has produced in A traveller recently told me that the farms culti- the South, as witnessed in a sparse population of vated by Quakers, who employ no slaves, formed freemen, deserted habitations and fields without such a striking contrast to other portions of Vir. culture. Strange to tell, even the wolf, driven ginia, that they seemed almost like oases in the back long since by the approach of man, now desert.

returns, after the lapse of a hundred years, to howl

over the desolations of slavery." What a lesson this teaches concerning the compa. rative effect of slave labour and free labour, on the Wild beasts have returned to extensive districts of

The allusion to the wolf, is no figure of speech. prosperity of a State! It seems strange, indeed, Virginia, once inhabited and cultivated. that enlightened self-interest does not banish the accursed system from the world; for political eco

Some eighteen years ago, when I lived in the nomists ought to see that -- it is worse than a crime, dream-land of romantic youth, and thought nothing it is a blunder," as Napoleon once said of some

of slavery, or any other evils that infest the social error in state policy. But the fact is, self-interest system, an intelligent young lady from the South never can be very much enlightened. All true

told me an adventure, which made a strong impresvision derives its clearness from the heart.

sion on my imagination. She was travelling with

her brother in the interior of eastern Virginia. If ever this truth were legibly written on the face of the earth, it is inscribed on Virginia. No State their view. One day, they entered upon a region

Marks of diminishing prosperity everywhere met in the Union has superior natural advantages. Look which seemed entirely deserted. Here and there at its spacious bays, its broad and beautiful rivers, traversing the country in every direction; its ma- wealth; but piazzas had fallen, and front doors had

some elegant villa indicated the former presence of jestic forests, its grand and picturesque mountains, either dropped, or hung suspended upon one hinge. its lovely and fertile valleys, and the abundance of Here and there a stray garden-flower peeped forth, its mineral wealth. Words could hardly be found amid the choking wilderness of weeds; and vines enthusiastic enough to express the admiration of Europeans, who first visited this magnificent region. ground in tangled confusion. Nothing disturbed the

once carefully trained on lattices, spread over the Some say her name was given. " because the coun

silence, save the twittering of some startled bird, or try seemed to retain the virgin plenty and purity of

the the first creation, and the people their primitive in. scared by the unusual noise of travellers.

noot and scream of gloomy wood creatures, nocency of life and manners." Waller describes it

At last, they came to a church, through the roof

of which a tree, rooted in the central aisle beneath, " So sweet the air, so moderate the clime,

sent up its verdant branches into the sunlight above. None sickly lives, or dies before his time.

Leaving their horse to browse on the grass grown Heaven sure has kept this spot of earth uncurst,

road, they passed into the building, to examine the To show how all things were created first."

interior. Their entrance startled innumerable birds Alas, that the shores of that beautiful State should and bats which flew circling round their heads, and become the Guinea coast of the New World !-our through the broken windows. The pews had coats. central station of slavery and the slave trade! Of of-arms blazoned on the door-pannels, but birds had the effects produced, we need not question abolition- built their nests in the corners, and grass had grown ists, for we learn them from the lips of her own up through the chinks of the floor. The handsome

John Randolph said, years ago, that he "ex. trimmings of the pulpit were so covered with dust,

thus :

sons.

ness.

as to leave the original colour extremely doubtful. I tradition, like most others, is born of truth. It is On the cushion lay a gilt-edged Bible, still open not, as some suppose, a special vengeance on the probably at the place where religious lessons had wicked system; it is a simple result of the universal last been read.

and intimate relation between spirit and matter. I have before my mind's eye a vivid picture of Freedom writes itself on the earth in growth and that lonely church, standing in the silence of the beauty; oppression, in dreariness and decay. If we forest. In some moods of mind, how pleasant it attempt to trace this effect analytically, we shall find would be to spend the Sabbath there alone, listening that it originates in landholders too proud to work, to the insects singing their prayers, or to the plain- in labourers deprived of healthful motive, in the intive voice of the ring-dove, coming up from the inevitable intermediate class of overseers, who have most heart of the shaded forest,

no interest in the soil or the labourers; but whose

pay depends on the forced product they can extort “Whose deep, low note, is like a gentle wife,

from both. Mr. Faulkner, of Virginia, has stated A poor, a pensive, yet a happy one,

the case impressively: “Compare the condition of Stealing, when daylight's common tasks are done, the slaveholding portion this commonwealth, An hour for mother's work ; and singing low, barren, desolate, and seared as it were by the

While her tired husband and her children sleep." avenging hand of Heaven, with the description which In the stillness of Nature there is ever something

we have of this same country from those who first sacred; for she pleadeth tenderly with man that he broke its soil. To what is this change ascribable ? will live no more at discord with her; and, like the Alone to the blasting and withering effects of eloquent dumb boy. she ever carryeth a great names slavery. To that vice in the organization of society, for God in her heart."

by which one-half its inhabitants are arrayed in in

terest and feeling against the other half; to that con“ 'Neath cloistered boughs, each floral bell that swingeth, dition of things, in which half a million of your And tolls its perfume on the passing air,

population can feel no sympathy with society, in Makes Sabbath in the fields, and ever ringeth

the prosperity of which they are forbidden to A call to prayer."

participate, and no attachment to a government

at whose hands they receive nothing but in. I can never forget that adventure in the wilder

justice.” There is something sadly impressive in such complete desolation, where life has once been busy

Dr. Meade, of Virginia, in the records of an official and gay—and where human pride has inscribed its tour through the State, speaks of great numbers of transient history with the mouldering insignia of churches fallen absolutely into ruin, from the grapank and wealth.

dual impoverishment of surrounding estates, and the

consequent dispersion of the population. The rapid ruin and the unbroken stillness seemed so much like a work of enchantment, that the tra

Pope's Creek Church, where General Washington vellers named the place The Hamlet of the Seven

was baptized, fell into such complete decay, that it Sleepers. At the next inhabited village, they ob- was a resort for beasts and birds. It was set on fire tained a brief outline of its history. It had been a few years ago, lest the falling in of the roof should originally settled by wealthy families, with large kill the cattle, accustomed to seek shade and shelter

there. plantations and numerous slaves. They were Virginian gentlemen of the olden school, and would

Yet in view of these facts, statesmen, for tempo. have felt themselves disgraced by the modern busi- rary purposes, are willing to spread over the rich ness of breeding slaves for market. In fact, strong prairies of Texas this devastating system, to devour, family pride made them extremely averse to sell like the locusts of Egypt, every green thing in its any slave that had belonged to their ancestors. So path. the slaves multiplied on their hands, and it soon And while we are thus wilfully perpetuating and took "all their corn to feed their hogs, and all their extending this terrible evil, priests and politicians hogs to feed their negroes." Matters grew worse are not ashamed to say that it must be so, because and worse with these old families. The strong soil the system was entailed upon us by “the avarice of was at last exhausted by the miserable system of our ancestral government. Would any other evil, slavery, and would no longer yield its increase. any evil which we ourselves did not choose, be toWhat could these aristocratic gentlemen do for their lerated among us, because it was a legacy from sons, under such circumstances? Plantations must Great Britain, I never hear this weak apology be bought for them in the far Southwest, and they offered, without thinking of the answer made to must disperse, with their trains of human cattle, to it by the loquent George Thompson : Yes, blight other new and fertile regions. There is an charge the guilt upon England; but, as you have old superstition, that no grass grows where the devil copied England in her sin, copy her in her repent. has danced; and the effects of slavery show that this ance."

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