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 LIBERTY, DEMOCRACY AP SLAVERY ; 
 
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 CHAMPIONS AND ATTENDANTS. 
 
 '•' Ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free." 
 
 " Where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is liberty." 
 
 ■' Stand fast, therefore, in the Uberty wherewith Christ hath made us free.' 
 
 C UTICA, N. Y.: 
 
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 1861. 
 
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 Entered according to Act of jDe%rcas, iu the yeay 1861, ly 
 JONATHAN BADGLET, 
 
 In the Clerk's Office of tnc ri'-tvict Court of the United" States 
 for the Northern District of New York. 
 
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 Being a plain, unceremonious farmer, I was about to send 
 this little book out into the wide world without a preface, to 
 depend upon its own merits for success ; but I am admonished 
 that this would be impolite and disrespectful to the reader, like 
 going into a house without knocking at the door, with a 
 brazen I-care-for-nobody-and-nobodj-cares-for-me expression 
 of countenance, and taking a seat sullenly, without saluting 
 the good man of the house. Can he that is too morose to 
 ask favors, expect to receive them ? Therefore, entertaining 
 profound respect for the reader, and having nothing in par- 
 ticular that I can say to recommend myself or my book, I 
 come out from my retreat just to extend the right hand of 
 fellowship and give you a friendly greeting. 
 
 When I commenced this little Allegory last fall, I had no 
 thoughts of writing a book, much less of invoking the muses. 
 I expected to scribble over a sheet or two of paper for my 
 own diversion, and to read it at our Republican Club for the 
 amusement of my friends ; but I was carried away by my 
 subject into a boundless ocean of thought, interspersed with 
 flowery islands. Strange, fantastic shapes filled my imagina- 
 tion, and my words began to flow in rude, unpohshed num- 
 bers, to limp along on poetic feet, and jingle with rhyme. 
 As I proceed, my subject seems to grow in importance, and 
 new scenes continually open before me. 
 
 " The increasing prospect tires my- wandering eyes ; 
 Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise." 
 
 I have already used up several quires of paper, which would 
 make a larger volume than I can afford to publish ; so I 
 select a few extracts, and send them out as samples. If you 
 like these, I will publish the rest when I get money enough 
 to pay the i^rinter. I abhor running into debt. You know 
 that we farmers are an economical people. 
 
 I sincerely hope that none of my old friends and neighbors 
 will accuse me of leaving the plough and turning poet, and 
 set good, honest, working folks to stariug at me as a queer 
 sort of a visionary fellow. I plead not guilty of committing 
 so grave an offense against the simple majesty of plain, 
 matter-of-fact, prosaic dignity, willfully or maliciously ; and 
 if found guilty, I shall still insist that it is accidental poesy 
 in the absence of the muses. 
 
THE CARRIER'S ADDRESS. 
 
 Draw near, mj good friend, with that generous look ; 
 O ! buy of fair Freedom's poor minstrel a book ! 
 To drive away errors which sometimes annoy you; 
 
 You '11 find it quite handy to read night and day; 
 And what better exercise, pray, can employ you, 
 
 Than to chase foul Oppression's supporters away? 
 jS'ow, while her lone minstrel, who wanders forsaken, 
 
 Lifts up his sad voice, as he passes along, 
 01 may some sweet thought of her kindness, awaken 
 
 Your benevolent smile for the child of song! 
 Buy a book, buy a book, that your children may look; 
 O! buy of her wandering minstrel a book! 
 It costs but a little, as you will agree ; 
 
 A few little pennies, which you can well spare; 
 But these little things are no trifles to me ; 
 
 They supply us with food and the clothing we wear. 
 My father is gone for our country to fight, 
 
 Where the blood of our bravest in torrents must flow ; 
 They say he has fallen, maintaining the right, 
 
 With his back to the field, and his face to the foe. 
 My heart-broken mother is starving at home ; 
 
 My poor little sisters are crying for bread ; 
 While I through the streets am a wandering alone, 
 
 To earn a few pennies that they may be fed. 
 There is none in this world to support them but me ; 
 
 My poor sickly mother can labor no more,; 
 And these little hands are too feeble, 'you see. 
 
 To remove the distress that has entered our door. 
 Buy a book, buy a book, ! how happy they '11 look, 
 If you buy of the wandering minstrel a book ; 
 As I, from my wanderings homeward departing, 
 
 With my heart deep impressed with your generous look, 
 While gratitude's tear from my eyelid is starting, 
 
 Bless the time, in the street that I sung, buy a book. 
 
EXTIIA.OTS. 
 
 Far back in remote antiquity, before the days of Solon, 
 two lovely sisters dwelt in one of the Grecian isles. They 
 were the daughters of Righteousness and Truth. They had a 
 goodly number of sisters, Piety and Yirtue, Faith, Hope and 
 Charity, Patience, Mercy, Innocence, and several others that 
 I do not, at this moment, recollect, and a few brothers. It 
 was a pious, happy family, dwelling together in unity, loved 
 and esteemed by all the wise and good ; yet hated and de- 
 spised by the wicked ; a family of heavenly extraction, and 
 great longevity, by many believed to be immortal. 
 
 The elder of the two sisters, during her childhood, had a 
 delicate, fragile form, tall and slender, with fair complexion, 
 resembling the lily rather than the rose, a sad expression of 
 countenance, and a pensive mien. But advancing years 
 ripened her into a perfect model of symmetry and grace, 
 blooming with health and beaming v/ith intellectual beauty. 
 She had bright, piercing eyes that, like the sun, shed cheer- 
 ing rays on all-round, and filled the beholder with admira- 
 tion, love, reverence and veneration. There was such charm- 
 ing sweetness in her voice — so soft, so melodious, so tender, 
 so sympathetic, so persuasive, that it was more than music to 
 the ear ; and, when raised in earnest pleading for the victims 
 of cruelty and oppression, it melted the hearts of the surround- 
 ing multitudes to humanity : making the oppressor himself, 
 as he riveted the chains, pause over her accents and weep. 
 She was meek, mild and gentle in her intercourse ; simple, 
 modest and unassuming in her manners ; yet of lofty and 
 noble bearing, of dignified and commanding presence. A 
 single glance of her eye darted, like lightning, through the 
 tyrant's guilty soul, and made him quail before her. She 
 always listened reverently to the advice of her parents, and 
 treasured up their counsels in her heart ; obeying them with 
 
alacrity, and exerting all her influence to lead her inconsider- 
 ate sister in Wisdom's ways. She was admired and esteemed 
 by all that had sufficient knowledge and virtue to appreciate 
 her character ; and those admired her the most, who knew 
 her best. 
 
 Such exquisite, peerless beauty, such sweetness of temper, 
 such disinterested benevolence, such exuberant, overflowing 
 goodness of heart, could not long remain in obscurity. They shed 
 a bright halo of glory about her humble dwelling, which attract- 
 ed the eyes of all Greece. The noblest of the Grecian youth 
 came in crowds before her ; listened with rapture to the spirit- 
 stirring eloquence of her voice ; bowed in fervent admiration, 
 and went forth champions of her cause, to break the tyrants' 
 chains, and set their country free. 
 
 Wherever she went on her errands of mercy, she instructed, 
 admonished, elevated, refined and humanized the admiring 
 crowds that hung enchanted on her truth-inspiring lips, glow- 
 ing with thoughts that breathe and words that burn. With 
 her angelic voice, she aroused them to heroic, patriotic deeds, 
 that broke the death-like slumbers of the night of ages, and 
 disquieted the blood-stained souls of impious tyrants with 
 ghastly dreams. The fame of her wonderful wisdom, piety 
 and virtue, beauty, power and glory, soon spread abroad, and 
 filled the spacious earth. The most illustrious heroes, poets, 
 orators and philosophers of Greece, and distant barbarian 
 lands, flocked about her, eager to hear her sweet, persuasive 
 voice, and catch the winged words of inspiration and heavenly 
 wisdom, as they came glowing from her ruby lips, touched 
 with a live coal from off the altar of Truth. 
 
 She taught them the Godlike dignity of human nature, the 
 immortal destiny, the essential, natural equality, and inalien- 
 able rights of man f inspired them with an insatiable thirst 
 for knowledge and virtue, and established schools for the edu- 
 cation of youth in all the classic shades of Greece. Under her 
 benign, congenial influence, the budding flowers of philosophy, 
 poetry, oratory, painting, and all the kindred arts and 
 sciences, which wither, fade and die, when Despotism, like an 
 untimely frosty lays her icy hand upon them, expand into full 
 
and perfect bloom, and Greece — lovely, classic Greece — the 
 land of science, eloquence and song, the mother of heroes, 
 poets, orators, philosophers and painters of unrivaled genius 
 and of deathless fame, soon became the wonder and the glory 
 of the world. 
 
 At length a change came over the spirit of the people. 
 They delighted no more in the unearthly beauty of her coun- 
 tenance, or the heavenly music of her voice. They were 
 seized by sordid avarice, worldly ambition, and gross sensual- 
 ity. They refused to listen to her instructions, disregarded 
 her counsels, and closed their ears to all her gentle admoni- 
 tions and earnest expostulations. Elated by the exuberant 
 intellectual wealth, worldly grandeur, prosperity, riches and 
 honors, which she had so bountifully bestowed ; and puffed 
 up with foolish pride at the lofty height of power and glory 
 to which she had raised them, the degenerate Greeks too 
 soon forsook the frugal, industrious, studious habits of their 
 fathers, despising honest manual labor, mental discipline, and 
 moral culture, as groveling servile drudgery, unbecoming and 
 degrading to the gallant spirits of romantic heroes, and the 
 sons of Mars, fit only for slaves. When not engaged in war, 
 the higher classes led idle dissolute lives, oppressing the poor, 
 and enslaving their weaker brethren and captive enemies, till 
 they sunk down into utter imbecility, effeminacy and venality, 
 enervated by luxury, parahzed by indolence and ignoble ease, 
 CDrrupted by foreign and domestic gold, bought and sold, 
 like their own slaves, by ambitious tjrrants and demagogues, 
 who destroyed the liberties of Greece, and made the ignorant, 
 corrupt posterity of her ancient nobles, heroes and patriots, 
 the bondmen of slaves. 
 
 Such is the righteous doom awarded by retributive justice 
 to those who deny Hberty to others and enslave their fellow- 
 men. Slavery is devoid of mercy and affection, gratitude 
 and pity : it seizes its friends and foes with equal rapacity. 
 It is suicidal in its very nature, and like a scorpion, stings 
 itself to death, even if allowed to escape the vindictive penal- 
 ty of the higher law. It hates itself for hateful deeds done 
 by itself. It cuts off its own supphes, destroying the fertility 
 
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 of the soil that sustains it. With pestiferous breath, it with- 
 ers and dries up the bosom of its EQother earth. With venom- 
 ous malignity, it bites the hand that feeds it. 
 
 Behold august Phosnicia, the ancient mistress of the seas, 
 arrayed in purple and fine linen, sending forth her fleets and 
 armies to subdue the world, and plant her colonies in distant 
 lands, whose merchant princes opened this inhuman traffic in 
 the bodies and souls of men — great Babylonia, the proud op- 
 pressor of the earth — mysterious Egypt, with her hundred- 
 gated cities, and her everlasting pyramids, once the seat of 
 empire, learning and wisdom — voluptuous Persia, the haughty 
 queen of all the East— imperial Rome, sitting in peerless 
 majesty upon her seven hills — heroic Carthagenia, her mighty 
 rival and her deadly foe, piercing her royal breast, and mak- 
 ing her tremble through all her giant frame ; now forever 
 fallen for their cruelty, iniquity and inhumanity ; and many 
 other mighty nations of antiquity, withered by the curses of 
 the Almighty for oppressing the poor — " dissolved, like the 
 baseless fabric of a vision, leaving not a wreck behind." 
 
 What might they have been, had they listened to the voice ■ 
 of humanity ? Might they not have remained even to this 
 day, had they been guided by the heavenly wisdom of the 
 gentle daughter of Righteousness and Truth ? 
 
 But in those dark days, the wickedness of man was great. 
 It chased her, like a wounded deer, from her own delightful 
 land, her lovely, rosy bowers, the classic shades of art and 
 science, and the muses' sylvan seats. With her bright eyes 
 suffused with tears, she left her native country, and with 
 bleeding heart she wandered over desolate places and barren 
 wastes, through this enslaved, benighted earth, seeking a place 
 of rest — avoiding, with anxious care, the busy haunts of 
 wicked men, the pompous, blood-stained cities, and selecting 
 as her home kind nature's pure, untrodden wilds. 
 
 In all her wanderings, toils and cares, afflictions and sor- 
 rows, she was constantly attended by a briUiant band of 
 valiant, philanthropic spirits and devoted friends — clustering 
 around her from every nation, the excellent of the earth-— 
 standing by her day and night to defend her from her foes — 
 
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 ready to lay down their lives in her sacred cause — adhering 
 to her in every fiery trial with the pure, sublime, attachment 
 of Ruth to Naomi, so pathetically portrayed in the beautiful 
 childlike simplicity of inspiration : " Entreat me not to leave 
 thee, or to return from following after thee : for whither thou 
 goest, I will go ; where thou lodgest, I will lodge : thy 
 people shall be my people, and thy God my God. Where 
 thou diest will I die, and there will I be buried ; the Lord do 
 so to me, and more also, if aught but death part thee and me." 
 
 The glorious pathway of her bright eventful pilgrimage is 
 strewed with the precious ashes of departed heroes, saints and 
 patriots, illustrious martyrs, slaughtered by impious tyrants, 
 for their piety and firm adherence to her cause. The rich, 
 luxuriant verdure springing from their noble dust, watered by 
 copious tears showered down from the weeping heavens ; the 
 earliest and fairest flowers of smiling spring ; the first, the 
 brightest, and the loveliest roses of fervid summer, sweet em- 
 blems of their virtues and their blameless lives ; bedewed with 
 pearly drops shed down from all the sympathetic eyes of sad, 
 majestic night ; point out to the observant traveler as holy 
 ground, each consecrated spot where the dear relics of these 
 good and faithful servants of the Lord repose. 
 
 Her little band was soon augmented to a mighty army. 
 Countless multitudes of faithful, dauntless votaries awaited 
 her commands in bright array — "fair as the moon, clear as the 
 sun, and terrible as an army with banners." As her withering 
 frown fell on impious tyrants, at the assenting glance of her 
 eye, myriads of glittering swords leaped from their scabbards 
 to defend the oppressed ; and each returned to its place as these 
 merciful words fell from her lips : *' Spare the vanquished — 
 shed not a drop of human blood in vain. Like the humane 
 physician, I wound but to heal ; I cut ofiP a member but to 
 save the patient. Mercy to mankind is the great lesson that I 
 teach. Let us teach them by example ; then they will learn 
 that kindness is mightier than force, that it is more glorious 
 to save than to destroy, to enfranchise than to enslave, to 
 exalt than to abase, to subdue the heart with gratitude than 
 to bind the Ihnbs with chains." 
 
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 Like her Divine Master, she went about doing good, and 
 like him, she could truly- say, " The Spirit of the Lord is upon 
 me, because he hath annointed me to preach the gospel to the 
 poor ; he hath sent me to heal the broken-hearted, to preach 
 deliverance to the captives, and recovering of sight to the 
 blind, to set at liberty them that are bruised, to preach the 
 acceptable year of the Lord.'' 
 
 Such expansive, all-embracing charity is not congenial to. 
 narrow-minded bigots or haughty aristocrats. They call it 
 freedom when themselves are free, and think their liberties 
 invaded, if they are not allowed to enslave the rest of man- 
 kind. They look with cold indifference on the wrongs and 
 sufferings of the poor, degraded, toiling millions ; regarding 
 them with proud disdain, as creatures of another kind, beyond 
 the pale of humanity, too basely born and beastly to be en- 
 titled to the rights of men, 
 
 '' Placed for their lordly use thus far, thus vile below." 
 
 They have no conception of that sublime, comprehensive 
 charity whose heart beats in unison with the great heart of 
 humanity, and expands, with hallowed feelings, for the uni- 
 versal brotherhood of mankind ; that charity portrayed by 
 the great apostle to the gentiles, which filled the glowing 
 breast of the sympathetic Christian poet, as he exclaimed : 
 
 " ! could I worship aught beneath the skies, 
 ^ That earth hath seen, or fancy can devise, 
 Thine altar, sacred Liberty, should stand, 
 Built by no mercenary, vulgar hand." 
 
 Come, heavenly power, thrice sweet and blessed sovereign, 
 come ; extend thy mild and gentle sway from sea to sea, and 
 rule the spacious earth, till discord, violence, and oppression 
 cease, and the bright sun in all his course shall not look upon 
 a tyrant or a slave. " No tint of words can spot thy snowy 
 mantle, or chemic power turn thy scepter into iron. With 
 thee to smile upon him as he eats his crust, the peasant is 
 happier than the prince from w^ose court thou art exiled." 
 
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 She comes ! she comes ! the bright, celestial, beauteous 
 sovereign comes, "o'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea," 
 to visit fair Columbia, and clothe her in the spotless robes of 
 righteousness and truth. Attended by devoted, steadfast 
 friends, and fearless, faithful champions, and holding her impuls- 
 ive, sympathetic sister gently by the hand, with firm, unfalter- 
 ing step, she plants her feet on Plymouth Rock, establishes her 
 mild dominion in these Western wilds, and founds her glorious 
 empire on eternal justice, love and mercy, ruling by the higher 
 law, with the unerring spirit of immaculate Truth to guide her, 
 and the holy Bible for her standard ; unappalled by the 
 raging of the wintry blast, the piercing cold, the drifting 
 snow and howling wilderness, inhabited by cruel beasts of 
 prey, and savage men more wild and fierce than they. 
 
 She comes in simple majesty arrayed, yet to the pious eyes 
 of our pilgrim fathers, more glorious than the " winged mes- 
 senger from above," going before them through the wilder- 
 ness, inspiring them with courage, fortitude and perseverance 
 to encounter dangers, to endure adversity and to overcome all 
 difficulties j bearding the British lion in his den, and leading 
 the van of our heroic hosts in that valiant fight which laid 
 him prostrate at our feet, and plucked the brightest jewel 
 from the crown of the haughty mistress of the ocean, 
 
 Whose flag had braved a thousand years 
 The battle and the breeze. 
 
 The younger sister was a gay, lively, rosy-cheeked, merry- 
 hearted, laughing, frolicking girl, delighting in all the rustic 
 sports and diversions of the common people, and sympathizing 
 in all their artless pleasures, joys and sorrows. She visited the 
 poor, honest laborers at their daily tasks, to cheer them in 
 their labors and beguile the toilsome hours with friendly con- 
 versation and her smiling countenance. At eventide she 
 lingered by their firesides, listening with delight to their artless 
 tales, and treasuring up the pure, spontaneous sentiments of 
 their undisguised hearts. She was often seen standing in the 
 fields of golden grain, listening to the joyful song of the 
 merry reapers, as they chanted the bounteous blessings and 
 
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 the ceaseless glories of the rolling year ; and, anon, bounding 
 like a sylvan nymph by the side of the swift-footed hunter in 
 the rapid chase, through tangled forests, delightful groves and 
 flowery meadows, with the auburn waves of her disheveled 
 hair floating in the breeze, like a fleecy cloud, as she fleeted 
 along, scarcely touching the earth with her flying fairy feet, 
 or bruising the tenderest flowers. 
 
 From her earliest childhood she was a universal favorite in 
 her native isle ; she was dear to every honest heart, and every 
 guileless tongue was eloquent with her praise. She was no 
 hothouse production, and was not afraid of the open air ; the 
 peerless flower of her personal and mental charms unfolded its 
 beauty and scattered its fragrance, like a sweet wild flower, 
 in the open fields and sylvan groves, fanned by the pure 
 breath of heaven, and kissed by the chaste lips of the morn- 
 ing. She was kind and familiar as an affectionate sister to 
 all the people, especially the lowly, and was not ashamed to 
 extend the hand of fellowship to the toil-hardened hands of 
 the poor. 
 
 Each succeeding year improved her virtues and heightened 
 all her charms. The concentrated beauty of all the lilies and 
 roses of the earth bloomed in her countenance and blushed on 
 her cheeks ; and all the deep ethereal blue of the heavens, 
 and the brilliancy of all the diamonds that glitter in the vault 
 of night, met and sparkled in her eyes. The softest strains 
 of the most charming melody, the sweetest notes of all the 
 aerial songsters, and the grandest and most harmonious strains 
 of all j^nstrumental sounds, are far excelled by her mysterious 
 voice. 0, the fascinating tones, inflections, accents, modula- 
 tions ; the sweet, heart-thrilling, spirit-stirjing, soul-enchant- 
 ing music of that captivating voice ! 
 
 It set the glowing heart of youthful Greece on fire ; 
 
 Her poets sung, her minstrels struck the trembling lyre, 
 
 Its heavenly, soul-entrancing music to prolong, 
 
 In all the fervid ecstacy of rapturous song ; 
 
 So soft, so loud, so high, so deep, and yet so clear; 
 
 *' Even listening angels leaned from Heaven to hear," 
 
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 And flew, enraptured, from their seats of glory down, 
 To time their harps, and snatch the rich harmonious sound, 
 And View the bright, impulsive, sympathetic maid. 
 The matchless queen of music in her sylvan shade. 
 
 Her sister was beautiful, eloquent, tender and sympathetic; 
 but she was beauty, eloquence, tenderness and sympathy. 
 And yet she had not the keen sagacity and far-seeing wisdom 
 of her sister. When she forgot or neglected her counsel, her 
 very virtues frequently led her into errors, indiscretions and 
 follies. From her strong attachment to the people, and her 
 generous sympathy, she was too often influenced by their pas- 
 sions and prejudices, and led astray by artful demagogues and 
 tyrants, who pretended to be their friends and champions. 
 Unlike her sister, she was frequently guided by sudden im- 
 pulse, passionate fondness, and misplaced confidence, rather 
 than calm reflection, sound judgment and discretion. 
 
 Kind and generous, sanguine and mercurial, credulous and 
 confiding, little did she then dream of the foul dissimulation 
 and the deep depravity of human nature ; of the wild, tumult- 
 uous scenes of vaulting ambition, groveling avarice, relentless 
 despotism and raving anarchy ; of barbarity and cruelty, 
 desolation and carnage, that she was destined to witness I 
 O, when will she learn that the heart of her darling people is 
 deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked, and needs 
 the guidance of wisdom from on high, the gentle restraints of 
 a higher law 1 
 
 Impulsive and inconsiderate, ambitious of renown, impatient 
 of restraint, and flattered by popular applause, she rejected 
 her sister's guardian care and wise counsel, and listened to 
 intriguing demagogues, who led the people into the wildest 
 UTegularities and follies, from unbridled anarchy to heartless 
 tjn^anny, till they were enervated and debased, and all their 
 rights were cloven down, and trampled in the dust beneath 
 the iron heel of mable-hearted despotism. Their kind, indul- 
 gent sovereign was then driven into hopeless exile, an outcast 
 and a fugitive, fleeing from the persecution of impious tjT&nts. 
 
 It would be hard to trace, and sad to relate, each step of 
 
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 her abject and toilsome pilgrimage, and all the cruel reverses 
 of fortune, and the strange vicissitudes of her eventful life. 
 She rambled about for ages, among all nations, like the fabled 
 Hebrew wanderer, persecuted and despised ; seeking a quiet 
 home, some safe retreat from toil and persecution, some asylum 
 of the oppressed, some happy people, guiltless of their broth- 
 ers' blood, some lone, sequestered vale, to rest her weary 
 wandering feet, some blessed spot of earth, some undiscovered 
 country, where righteousness and truth, humanity and virtue, 
 peace and plenty, ju 5tice, love and mercy, might rejoice to- 
 gether, and lift up their voices in the streets, with none to 
 molest or make them afraid. 
 
 *' Some safer world, in depth of woods embraced, 
 Some happier island in the watery waste, 
 Where slaves once more their native land behold, 
 No fiends torment, no Christians thirst for gold." 
 
 Bat, finding no rest for the soles of her feet in the old 
 world, and hearing that one Christopher Columbus, a bold, 
 romantic navigator, sailing to the golden gates of the West, 
 had discovered a new world untrodden by tyrants' ac- 
 cursed feet ; by iniquity, oppression, bigotry and persecution, 
 yet unscathed ; fair and lovely as her native isle in its better 
 days ; with limpid lakes, majestic rivers, towering mountains, 
 fertile valleys, and luxuriant plains ; bright and blooming as 
 her own sweet rosy bowers, where her childhood played; with 
 winged feet she flew, like Noah's dove, to the sacred May- 
 flower, that blessed ark of freedom bound for the promised 
 land, with her sister and a few devoted friends aboard ; and 
 was taken in just as she v/eighed anchor, and her white wings 
 began to shiver in the gale. 
 
 Grown wiser by sad experience, she sought reconciliation 
 with her sister, and was graciously forgiven after all her 
 errors. They sailed across the wild tempestuous ocean, and 
 landed safe on Plymouth Rock, with our illustrious pilgrim 
 fathers, beneath December's cold inclement skies. 
 
 Chastened by adversity, and influenced by the piety of all 
 
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 around her, slie adapted herself to their steady habits, and 
 became a zealous puritan. Laying aside her gay attire and 
 worldly glory, she exhorted all her friends to serve the Lord. 
 She went about from house to house among the people, 
 preaching, and praying, and singing psalms, consoling the 
 afflicted, comforting the mourners, visiting the sick, and 
 standing at the bedside of the dying, dropping sympathetic 
 tears of sorrow with their weeping friends. 
 
 She visited all the new settlements, and helped them build 
 their churches, colleges and school-houses. Her voice was 
 often heard in the workshop, the cornfield and the meadow, 
 and in concert with the woodman's axe, to cheer him in his 
 labors as he made his little clearing. She attended all the 
 social gatherings of the old, and all the innocent amusements 
 of the young. She went everywhere and visited everybody. 
 She was at times somewhat fanatical ; so that her sister was 
 constrained to lecture her occasionally on toleration and for- 
 bearance. 
 
 With all her piety and humility, she was not entirely devoid 
 of spirit. When she was insulted by old John Bull, she re- 
 sented it with becoming dignity. At the Boston tea-party, 
 she hurled a brave defiance in his face, and flew like lightning 
 to all the colonies, arousing them to arms. In the thickest 
 of the fight, her spirit-stirring voice was heard above the din 
 of battle, calling on her darling people, in the name of Israel's 
 God, to vindicate theii* heaven-born rights and sacred honor. 
 She flew from rank to rank, like a ministering angel, urging 
 on the wavering, providing for the wounded, lifting up the 
 fainting head of the dying, and breathing in his ear sweet 
 words of consolation. 
 
 After this eventful contest and glorious victory, guided by 
 her sister's counsel, she ruled this nation many years, with 
 honor and renown, extending her dominions far and wide from 
 sea to sea. At length, elated with success, puffed up with 
 vain conceit, and dazzled by bright visions of universal empire, 
 in an evil hour she was deluded and betrayed by faithless 
 friends, and fascinated and bewitched by the Southern Ser- 
 pent, eldest son of that old Serpent that beguiled our mother 
 
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 Eve, the king of sorcerers, the royal wizzard of the sunny 
 South. 
 
 As she sat alone at dead of night, devising measures to 
 augment her power and glory, giving loose reins to her ambi- 
 tion, suddenly a bright majestic form, in rich attire, appeared 
 before her, with a golden scepter in his hand, and on his head 
 a flaming golden crown of dazzling luster, radiant with spark- 
 ling diamonds and mysterious unearthly light ; and gently 
 waving his imperial scepter, thus addressed her : 
 
 beauteous queen I unrivaled in all personal charms and 
 every mental grace, the admiration and the glory of mankind. 
 Such peerless beauty, so divinely fair, fit to adorn the grandest, 
 brightest imperial court on earth, worthy to grace the golden 
 throne of a fairy queen, sparkling with diamonds, and be- 
 decked with jewels, pearls and precious gems, should not be 
 gazed at and caressed by such a vulgar herd of stupid starers, 
 "small-fisted farmers and greasy mechanics," or waste its 
 sweetness on the desert air. It is your " manifest destiny" to 
 be the greatest sovereign, the mightiest potentate that ever 
 swayed an earthly scepter, ruling in the people's hearts with 
 absolute sway. 
 
 1 am every inch a king, nursed in the bosom of royalty, and 
 cradled on the proudest billows of imperial power, long accus- 
 tomed to command, and to be instantly obeyed ; yet such 
 celestial charms command and subjugate me, bringing a royal 
 monarch down in fervid adoration at your feet, and making 
 him your humblest subject and your most obedient servant. 
 I rule, with irresistible sway, a vast domain extending from 
 the Gulf of Mexico to an imaginary fleeting line at the North 
 and AVest. I stretch out my imperial scepter over the isles 
 of the Carribean Sea, to the diamond coast of Brazil, across 
 the rich luxuriant torrid zone, beyond cloud-capt Chimborazo's 
 lofty head, and all the snow-clad peaks of the Andes, rich 
 with famous mines of gold and silver, sparkling gems and pre- 
 cious jewels slumbering in their bosoms. Wherever my voice 
 is heard in all my vast dominions, it is instantly obeyed. My 
 subjects tremble at my greatness, and fall prostrate in the 
 dust before me. . 
 
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 All tills vast empire I will freely give you, if you will for- 
 eake your puritanical sister. Banish her austure counsels 
 from your*snow-white breast ; renounce her fanatical doctrines 
 about piety and virtue, the inalienable rights and equahty of 
 men, the higher law, and all such vulgar Yankee notions, 
 puritanical abstractions and glittering generalities. 
 
 If you desire to know who and what I am, know then, 
 great queen, my names and titles are legions. Read the 
 records of the past, the rise and fall of empires. Ask Fame, 
 and she will tell you who I am. Inquire of any kings, or 
 queens, or emperors, or any famous heroes, or illustrious con- 
 querors of the earth, or any of the first families, and they will 
 recommend me. I am well acquainted v/ith all ancient and 
 all modern conquerors and sovereigns from the days of Nimrod, 
 the mighty hunter, down to the present day. Most of them 
 have always been in holy alliance with me, and are indebted 
 to me for their conquests and their thrones. If you had come 
 to me for help, you might have reigned to this day in your 
 own sweet native land, the happy sovereign of your own dear 
 people, instead of ranging the wide world over, a poor houseless 
 wanderer in cheerless exile. 
 
 But the people of this far-famed country have a singular 
 antipathy to titles of nobility ; yet they will ruin the soles of 
 their shoes in running to see a live nobleman. They have no 
 objections to the thing itself, but they abhor the name. 
 Between you and me, the fools are not all dead yet ; there is 
 plenty of the raw material here to make a splendid monarchy, 
 and I know how to manufacture it, for I have worked over 
 countless millions of poor simpletons in my day. So I have 
 dropped my'oriental names and titles just to please the people. 
 I assume any name or title that they please to give me. I 
 have received many high-sounding appellations and flattering 
 titles from admiring friends in this land of the free and home 
 of the brave. I have been called the Peculiar Institution, the 
 Rights of the South, the Constitutional Guarantees, the 
 Equality of the States, the Music of the Union, the Area of 
 Freedom, the Lone Star, Perpetual Apprenticeship, Kon- 
 iutervention. Manifest Destiny, Squatter Sovereignty, and 
 
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 whateTer else was thought to be best calculated to delight the 
 people's fancy and to tickle their long, itching ears. 
 
 To relieve me of a load of calumny, unjustly heaped upon 
 me by your sister's followers, my kind friends, appealing to 
 the people's magnanimity, surnamed me Popular Soyereiguty, 
 the shrewdest dodge they ever made. The people were 
 deluded and held spell-bound by this new name, believing I 
 had put myself entirely into their hands. With this war cry, 
 I gained an easy victory over all my foes. It operated like a 
 magic charm — enticing all the green ones into my ranks, till 
 some of my hot-headed, arrogant, presumptuous friends ob- 
 jected, and insisted upon calling me Secession 1 God deliver 
 me from such friends, or they will ruin me I Pardon me, 
 illustrious queen, for these uncourtly allusions to unpleasant 
 facts, these common-place remarks. I have been so long 
 accustomed to speak the plain, unvarnished truth, that it 
 comes right on and sometime gives offense before I am aware. 
 I eschew all flattery. I am too honest, open-hearted, blunt 
 and plain to be a courtier. Like old Solon, I appear in royal 
 courts to benefit kings, queens and nobles, rather than to 
 please them. 
 
 What a beautiful, delightful country ! Is not this the fair 
 Atlanta sung by ancient poets ? What romantic scenery I 
 What delicious landscapes, ever charming, ever new ! What 
 lovely sites for royal parks and grand imperial gardens I 
 What rich x>roductive soil, and mild salubrious climate I 
 What boundless riches slumber here, locked in the bosom of 
 the virgin earth, awaiting your soft talismanic touch, to rear 
 resplendent cities and majestic palaces, and make this rude 
 republic the proudest empire that has ever yet obeyed a 
 monarch voice. 
 
 Stern Winter smiles on this auspicious clime; 
 The fields are florid with unfading prime. 
 
 Come, dwell with me, fair sovereign, in these blooming 
 regions of the sunny South; be guided by my counsel, and 
 you shall be the monarch of the Western Hemisphere, and 
 
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 rule with undisputed sway from pole to pole ; from the rock- 
 bound coasts of the East to the golden shores of the "West. 
 
 Crowds^ of admiring courtiers, dressed in rich attire, with liv- 
 eried servants in grand array, shall bow at your glittering palace 
 gates, with eager eyes awaiting your approach, to catch a 
 glimpse of yom* unrivaled glory. At your command, resist- 
 less armies, emulous of fame, shall march from victory to vic- 
 tory; and your victorious fleets shall crimson every sea, till 
 your star-spangled banner shall wave triumphant over all the 
 golden empire of the Montezumas, the fallen Incas' graves, 
 and the far-off islands of the ocean. The mightiest monarchs 
 of the East, trembling on their thrones at your very name, 
 shall bow before you, bringing gold and silver, diamonds, 
 pearls, and many costly gifts, as tokens of their homage. 
 
 The spoils of vanquished nations shall be laid at your feet, 
 and swift-winged commerce pour into your lap the treasures 
 of the earth. You shall revel in inexhaustible wealth, which, 
 through the goodness of your heart, shall overflow to all 
 around you, so that Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed 
 like one of the humblest of your attendants. Your voice 
 shall be heard and obeyed to earth's remotest bounds; your 
 word shall stand against the w^orld. 
 
 Now, if you are inclined to follow my directions, listen to a 
 few plain honest words of counsel, which, in the sincerity and 
 simplicity of my heart, I feel it my duty to breathe confiden- 
 tially into your private ear. The people in this boasted land 
 of liberty and equal rights, have been so long accustomed to 
 a republican form of government, that it is necessary that 
 they should appear to rule. They are shocked at the name 
 of monarchy; and yet they will submit to greater tyranny 
 from a president than any monarch of the present day would 
 dare to exercise; because, forsooth, ho is the man of choice, 
 elected by the sovereign people. Poor, deluded creatures I 
 little do they think this mighty sovereign is a mere voting ma- 
 chine, engineered by a few artful and designing men, and this 
 select few are controlled by me, and have been laboring, long 
 and faithfully in my vineyard, charmed by my magnificent 
 promises and the magic power of persuasive gold. Pardon 
 
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 me, Bweet queen, for speaking disrespectfully of your darling 
 people. I am no flatterer. I must speak the words of truth 
 and soberness, though I offend by too great plainness of 
 speech. Stubborn facts bear witness to what I .say, as you 
 yourself do know by sad experience. 
 
 Yet the people must appear to rule. If we would have our 
 royal ship of state glide gently over a smooth unruffled sum- 
 mer sea, wafted by auspicious breezes to her destined haven, 
 we must humor their foibles, flatter their vanity, consult their 
 wishes, court their favor, gratify their passions, and bow to 
 their prejudices. Then we can mould and shape their institu- 
 tions as soft pliant clay in the potter's plastic hand. We must 
 still call our empire a republic, or whatever else will please 
 them best. They are great sticklers for names. A bad thing 
 with a good name pleases them better than a good thing with 
 a bad name. Call virtue, vice, and vice, virtue ; right, wrong, 
 and wrong, right; the friends of freedom, tories, and the rank- 
 est tories, democrats; and label despotism, democracy; call 
 freedom, tyranny, and absolute monarchy, popular sovereignty, 
 and then observe the magic power of names, with this capri- 
 cious, addle-headed thing, the people, swayed like a feather 
 by each breath of air proceeding from the lips of lying knaves. 
 
 The people of the North have said I shall not go into the 
 territories; yet, by some shrewd change of name, some artful 
 play of words, I will go in with their consent, and rule them 
 with a rod of iron. Though I establish over all our broad 
 domain a monarchy as absolute as ever saw the sun, yet I will 
 make them think they rule themselves ; yes, I will make them 
 split their lungs in shouting over popular sovereignty's triumph- 
 ant sway. ''Hurrah for young America! Breathes there a 
 man who dares oppose us? Let the people rule themselves ! " 
 shout they. Yes, say I, let the people rule themselves in every 
 section of our glorious Union. Let the people of the territories 
 rule themselves, like those of the sovereign States, subject 
 only to the Constitution as expounded by the Supreme Court ; 
 for all American citizens have equal rights. It is tyranny for 
 Congress to presume to rule them with imperial sway. Thus, 
 while appearing to increase their liberty, I take it all away, 
 
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 and place it in tlie hands of my old functionary, and my ven- 
 erable friends, the judges of the Supreme Court, my most 
 obedient^ servants, who will do my bidding and fulfill my 
 pleasure at the slightest wink or nod. 
 
 The people are delighted with this new doctrine, and rush 
 into the territories, expecting (poor deluded things!) to rule 
 themselves, without the power to choose their rulers. I select 
 my most devoted friends for governor and judges, enter each 
 rebeUious territory, and establish my dominion there in proud 
 defiance of the squatter sovereigns. Through their territorial 
 legislature, they attempt to humble and dethrone me by un- 
 friendly laws. My faithful governor confronts them with his 
 veto ; killing, at a single stroke, two-thirds of all their boasted 
 sovereignty. Then comes the tug of war. They rally for a 
 two-thirds vote. My artful emissaries meet them with delu- 
 sive arguments, adroit manoeuvres and material aid. The 
 federal office-holders, and an army of expectants, gather round 
 me, and intimidate my foes. What if they do prevail, by 
 superhuman effort, over all my friends ? There stand my 
 trusty judges, ready to pronounce their laws unconstitutional, 
 and kill the miserable remnant of their sovereignty. 
 
 They then suspect foul play, and fly about my ears vindic- 
 tive as an angry swarm of bees. They rave and bluster, 
 threaten and denounce, pass resolutions, talk of Bunker Hill, 
 and then appeal to that august tribunal, the Supreme Court, 
 whose decision is sure to be against them. Then my good old 
 functionary sends his troops and puts them down, assisted by 
 the volunteers from the adjacent States, and all the friends of 
 law and order. Thus they learn obedience to their royal mas- 
 ter, who can never be deposed, and bid a long farewell to all 
 their visionary Yankee notions of self-government. If I can 
 have the president and judges, what care I for the people's 
 whims about popular sovereignty? With these at my com- 
 mand, who can resist my power? 
 
 When all the territories have submitted to my absolute 
 sway, my exellent judicial friends will then decide that I am 
 free from all restraint, and have a right to reign supreme in 
 every sovereign State, and to extend my empire over all. this 
 
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 continent, and range at large, the monarcli of all I survey. 
 Such is the stern inevitable logic of events. Thus it is written 
 in the book of fate. But still, that they may acquiesce and 
 advocate my cause, the people must appear to rule, and have 
 the outward show of liberty, the names and forms, the officers 
 and ceremonies of a free republic. They must entertain the 
 fond idea that this is the freest, happiest land on earth, and 
 shout and sing for liberty while bound in captive chains to my 
 triumphal car. It would be cruel, absolutely barbarous, to 
 undeceive them, and disperse in empty air their rapturous 
 dreams of freedom. Therefore, free discussion is forbidden. 
 I am anxious to establish and extend my empire in a quiet 
 Christian manner, as I am a peaceful, tender-hearted king; ab- 
 horing bloodshed, agitation, tumult and commotion. So let grim- 
 visaged facts be hidden from their sight, and let them be amused 
 with names, that they may live and die in happy ignorance 
 of their captivity; like the wild maniac in his gloomy cell, 
 stretched on his bed of straw, who, clothed in filthy rags, 
 imagines that he is a sceptered king upon a golden throne, 
 crowned with a royal diadem, arrayed in regal robes, sur- 
 rounded by a splendid court, with glittering heaps of countless 
 wealth, and see bright visions of unearthly glory. Who could 
 have the heart to clip his towering fancy's fiery wing, and 
 bring the blissful wanderer down to realize his sad condition? 
 Yes, let them be amused with names, and thus enjoy the 
 blessedness of their imaginary liberty. 
 
 But we, like Pope, will turn the tuneful art, 
 From sounds to things, from fancy to the heart. 
 
 What care we for names, while the thing itself gratifies our 
 wishes, and is all that we deske? '' The 'rose mth any other 
 name would smell as sweet." So, the imperial flower of 
 royalty may bloom on this unsightly thorn, though called by 
 the plebeian name republic. If we can hold in our own hands 
 the substance of power, let them enjoy the fleeting shadow 
 and the empty name. If we can have the oyster, let them 
 amuse themselves with the shells. The people must have some 
 »,musement to keep them quiet. So let them have universal 
 
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 suffrage and popular sovereignty to their hearths content. 
 Let them hold their primary meetings, their conventions and 
 elections ; and, like children, amuse themselves with little 
 pieces of paper, play their magnificent game of chance, their 
 splendid farce, their tragic comedy of errors, and still cherish 
 in their breasts the fair illusion that they choose their own 
 rulers. 
 
 By your unbounded popularity, the magic of your name, 
 and your persuasive, fascinating voice, which hold hundreds 
 of thousands spell-bound to vote the regular ticket that then- 
 fathers always voted before them, you can forever control 
 their elections, and select such men as will favor our designs 
 and do our bidding. Then you can sit enthroned behind the 
 presidential chair, with me for your privy council, always 
 ready to touch, with experienced hand, every secret spring of 
 government, to guide and direct all its complicated machinery. 
 This throne, which I have occupied so long, I now resign 
 to you, that I may devote myself to solitary meditation, to 
 devise measures and concert schemes for the accomplishment 
 of our designs. My fair fame, of late, has been so cruelly as- 
 sailed and wickedly aspersed by your self-righteous sister's 
 votaries, who call me King Cotton, the Sum of all Villainy, 
 and many other rude, uncharitable, disrespectful names, and 
 ^0 exasperate the people against me, that it is expedient for 
 me, as a lover of peace and harmony, to retire awhile from 
 public observation, to the quiet shades of dim obscurity, 
 meditation and devotion. 
 
 Thus spoke the arch magician, with profound subtilty of 
 language; plain, yet artful; true in form, and yet of false in- 
 tent; exemplifying this remarkable paradox: As the perfec. 
 tion of art is to conceal art, so the perfection of mendacity is 
 to clothe falsehood in the simple garb of truth; to lie like 
 truth, and yet most truly lie. At the shrill crowing of the 
 chanticleer of truth, with courtly bow and fascinating smile, 
 the royal apparition vanished from her sight; and with him 
 fled all. her bright visions of imperial glory, gorgeous palaces, 
 resplendent cities, fairy castles, golden thrones and boundless 
 wealth. 
 
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 The king of phantoms reassumed his natural shape, a hydra 
 monster, having fifteen heads and eighteen tails, and slimy- 
 folds innumerable; clasping, with horrific cold embrace, the 
 worm of the still, blind Infidelity, squint-eyed Hypocrisy^ 
 lean-visaged, griping Avarice, blood-smeared Idolatry, dull- 
 eyed, torpid Indolence j thin, pale-faced Poverty, short-sighted, 
 stupid Ignorance, besotted, bloated Debauchery, blear-eyed 
 Licentiousness, malignant Barbarism, blood-thirsty Ven- 
 geance, mad Ambition, wild Fanaticism, remorseless War, 
 insatiable, grim and gory; and the twin relic of Barbarism, 
 that foul, lascivious harlot. Polygamy; coiling round and 
 crushing millions of poor, struggling, bleeding victims, and" 
 sucking the vital current of their hearts; stretching out his 
 venomous heads, terrific with glittering eyes, and frightful 
 mouths impatient to devour. 
 
 Our fair and beauteous sovereign, poor beguiled Democracy, 
 awoke from her bright revery, to learn the horrid truth, and 
 realize her danger, as she felt the icy folds of the destroyer 
 coiling round her, and beheld his hydra heads upraised. 
 Struck with horror at the sight, bewildered and amazed, she 
 then attempted to retrace her steps, and flee from her insid- 
 ious foe. But she was held spell-bound, and could not break 
 the charm. By some mysterious power, she was constrained 
 to do his bidding, and obey his secret will, as if she were a 
 part of himself. She lifted up her voice to call for help. 
 But, though loud and shrill as ever, that sweet, captivating 
 voice was hers no more ; but, like herself, was taken captive 
 by her subtle enemy, and only uttered his commands and sen- 
 timents ; deceiving and misleading her admirers with its 
 sweet, yet sad and dirge-like melody. 
 
 Like one possessed of an evil spirit, she wandered about 
 through rice swamps, cotton fields and sugar plantations,, 
 guided no longer by reason, sad and disconsolate, uncertain 
 what to do, or where to go, with lucid intervals occasionally, 
 when she would realize her sad condition, and sing with pen- 
 sive sweetness, like a lovely nightingale, to chase dull care 
 away, and cheer her drooping spirits ; warbling out her sad- 
 ness in delightful measure, sweetly weeping like a gentle sum- 
 
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 mer shower, and smiling througli her tears, while "the heart 
 of the minstrel was breaking;" then pouring out the anguish 
 of her spirit in heart-rending strains and bitter lamenta- 
 tions. She would then assume a cheerful countenance, and 
 light up a smile on the aspect of woe, " like Patience on a 
 monument smiling at Grief." 
 
 tell me, blue-eyed stranger, 
 Say, whither dost thou roam, 
 
 O'er this wide world a ranger? 
 Hast thou no house nor ' * 
 
 My heart was '' 
 
 ^he- ' .*4ght^nd!Merr^^ 
 •p,_ ,a. &M^^ ^iid fortune smiled; 
 ^tit^ 0!l how fortunes vary I 
 I now am Sorrow's child, 
 
 1 plucked the sweetest flowers, 
 
 With her that knew no guile; 
 As in our native bowers. 
 Sweet as our own dear isle. 
 
 These villains praised my beauty, 
 
 Now fading like my youth; 
 They led me from my duty, 
 
 And killed the child of Truth. 
 
 Come, all ye sons and daughters^ 
 
 Of earthly glory brief, 
 Who drink the bitter waters 
 
 Of heart-consuming grief ; 
 
 Bemember my sad story, 
 
 And never more aspire 
 To regal power and glory, 
 
 Or trust that faithless Jiar» 
 
 Who lures by every virion 
 
 Of fleeting phantoms vain; 
 Then mocks us in derision, 
 
 And racks the heart with pain. 
 
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 She pined away with inconsolable grief. The light of glad- 
 ness faded from her eye ; her lips forgot to smile, though oft 
 convulsed with wild, delirious laughter, sadder than her tears. 
 Despair consumed the roses on her cheeks, and drank the life- 
 blood of her heart — sat in grim majesty upon her brow and 
 darted ghastly glances through the windows of her soul. She 
 soon became a breathing skeleton — a walking shadow ; yet 
 her voice was not at all impaired, but, (wonderful to tell,) 
 strengthened with her weakness, growing louder and stronger 
 as her sickly form decayed. When she became a thin, ethe- 
 real transparent ghost, and disappeared from mortal sight, it 
 lingered yet behind among her friends, a sweet, mysterious, 
 enchanting, wandering echo, followed by admiring multitudes. 
 
 About the causes of her death our best physicians disagree. 
 Some say, she died of quick consumption, caused by camping 
 out on the cold ground in Kansas ; others say, she died of a 
 broken heart at being slighted and despised by former friends. 
 Some attribute it to poison infused into her system by the 
 Southern Serpent ; others, to the diet that her doctors ordered 
 her to take — a villainous kind of soup made of negroes' flesh 
 and bones, mingled with the blood of abolitionists ; the sweat 
 and tears of slaves, seasoned with malice ; too strong, entirely, 
 for her stomach-. Some lay it to the brutal behavior of her 
 attendants ; some, to durance vile in the damp, loathsome cells 
 of Popular Sovereignty's enchanted castle. Others say, she 
 did not die ; but lay some time in a trance, and had a most 
 instructive vision, which convinced her of her errors, and 
 restored her reason ; that she is now traveling in Europe, 
 spending her time agreeably with Yictor Emanuel and Gari- 
 baldi. 
 
 By some, it is asserted that she was aroused from the dead 
 by the base bombardment of Fort Sumpter, and is walking 
 hand in hand with her fair sister, through the midst of our 
 heroic army, blooming with immortal beauty, breathing into 
 every heart the dauntless spirit of her ancient heroes, flying 
 from rank to rank with winged feet, urging all her friends to 
 emulate their fathers' glory ; lifting up her spirit-stirring voice 
 above the din of battle, exclaiming ; 1 valiant sons of brave 
 
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 heroic sires, foreyer dear! who knew me well, and rallied at 
 my call to fight for Liberty beneath the Stars and Stripes in 
 Seventy-si^, a bold, intrepid band, who founded this renowned 
 Republic, dear to all our friends throughout the world, which 
 these vile traitors have conspired to overthrow in fire and 
 blood, and sully all the brightness of your fathers' fame. Ye 
 noble-hearted champions of Liberty, assembled here from every 
 nation, who have pined in dungeons in your native land, for 
 your devotion to her holy cause ; have left your friends and 
 kindred and gone forth to a far country, to maintain the sacred 
 Heaven descended rights of man ; I sons of freedom, ser- 
 vants of the living God, arise ! and chase these base conspir- 
 ators, these perjured traitors, these black-hearted, bloody vil- 
 lains — slavery's wicked minions — from my sight ; relieve the 
 shuddering earth of this enormous load of guilt and shame. 
 Come, then, my friends, your country bids you come ; her 
 wasted fields, her ruined cities, prostrate commerce, plundered 
 citizens, deserted homes, her exiled, bleeding patriots, her fet- 
 tered captives, helpless orphans, and heart-broken widows, bid 
 you come, and stay the hand of the destroyer. In the name 
 of outraged, crushed humanity and bleeding mercy, come I 
 By all that is dear and sacred, holy, just and good ; by all the 
 glorious memories of the past, and noble aspirations for the 
 future, come ! Unfurl the good old flag to the breeze once 
 more, and re-establish law and order, liberty and peace ; 
 though stubborn foes compel you to destroy the destroyer, and 
 pass through the Red Sea to the promised land. 
 
 You guard the great Thermopylas of Liberty. The eyes of 
 all mankind are fixed upon you. Ancient heroes, saints, phi- 
 lanthropists and patriots look down from heaven. To you all 
 fature generations now extend their suppliant hands. Guard- 
 ian angels hover over you. The spirits of your fathers leave 
 their blissful seats, revisit every consecrated spot, and flit 
 from rank to rank to breathe into your hearts their holy valor, 
 lead your steps aright, and guide you to the skies from the 
 death-bed of glory ! 
 
 Since those happy days of primitive simplicity and unosten- 
 tatious piety, when Liberty first smiled upon us, and conse- 
 
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 crated this blessed spot of earth as holy ground, several noble 
 
 generations have passed away, and many changes have occur- 
 red. At the magic waving of her peaceful scepter, dense, 
 Juxuriant forests, reeking with malignant vapors, have entirely 
 disappeared. Green pastures teeming with flocks and herds, 
 blooming meadows, flowery gardens, and rich, fertile fields, 
 covered with golden grain, now occupy their places ; and the 
 charming landscapes are adorned with neat and quiet dwellings 
 of our farmers and mechanics, elegant churches, with their 
 heaven-directed spires, and unassuming, modest school-houses, 
 humming with the merry voices of happy children. Cheerful, 
 smiling villages, and rich, resplendent cities, swarming with 
 intelligent and prosperous populations, and resounding with 
 the busy hum of industry, have arisen as by enchantment in 
 the midst of the wilderness. The desert has been made to 
 rejoice and blossom as the rose. 
 
 The ocean is whitened with sails — the swift wings of com- 
 merce flying from shore to shore, supplying every nation with 
 the bounteous gifts of nature and of art, embracing all man- 
 kind as one great family, and bearing to each distant heathen 
 land the everlasting gospel, and the richest treasures of intel- 
 lectual wealth. The mammoth steamer, laughing winds and 
 tides to scorn, old ocean's huge leviathan, inflating her iron 
 lungs, and breathing out her fiery breath, and scaring blue 
 Neptune from his ancient empire, "walks the waters like a 
 thing of life." 
 
 All these strange things and many others more mysterious 
 than the wildest dreams of oriental fiction, have arisen out of 
 chaos, at the waving of her hand. She has raised up heroes 
 who eclipse the fabulous adventurers of romance, in intrepid 
 courage, gallant deeds and noble daring. She iias witnessed 
 equal changes in the moral world. Many who persecuted her 
 in times past, are now her steadfast friends and faithful cham- 
 pions ; and some of her familiar friends, whom she fed and 
 clothed, and raised from dim obscurity ; who took sweet coun- 
 sel with her at her hospitable board, and swore eternal attach- 
 ment ; promising "to fight on and fight ever," have betrayed 
 her sacred cause, and gone to their own place among her 
 enemies, 
 
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 But, amidst all these changes, she remains the Satoig. She 
 pursues the even tenor of her way with the same placid com- 
 posure, modest mien, polite deportment, dignified manner, 
 noble bearing, and unfaltering step. The same serene, benev- 
 olent smile lights up her countenance, the same high resolve 
 and fixed determination beam from her eye. Her form has 
 lost nOne of its original beauty, but glows with more heavenly 
 radiance. Every limb, look and feature, appears more divinely 
 fair, and sheds around her a brighter halo of glory. Every 
 conflict with her foes renews her strength, and heightens all 
 her charms. After all her ceaseless, agonizing toils and des- 
 perate struggles, her conquests and defeats, uprisings and down- 
 crushings ; after all her cruel wrongs, afflictions, sufferings 
 and sorrows, temptations, persecutions, fiery trials, perils on 
 the right hand and on the left, wounds, bruises, and hair- 
 breadth escapes from open, defiant enemies in the old 
 world, and timid, fickle, false, deceitful, treacherous friends in 
 the new, here she stands on fair Columbia's consecrated soil, 
 with fearless brow and radiant eye ; with purpose fixed and 
 high resolve, to vindicate the Heaven-descended rights of her 
 own dear chosen land. 
 
 She stands unappalled by dangers thickening around her, 
 unscathed by oppression, uncontaminated by corruption's 
 polluting fingers. With dauntless breast, with heart pure 
 and undefiled, with courage elate, she stands the peerless 
 queen of beauty, purity and truth, and all the heavenly graces, 
 blooming with immortal youth, bright as the beauteous eye 
 of Heaven, in mild majestic grandeur, going forth as the 
 morning, to dispel the gloom of darkness ; conquering and to 
 conquer. The wicked machinations of her enemies are discon- 
 certed, and their counsels blasted by the curses of growing 
 factions. At her approach the embattled legions of the pow- 
 ers of darkness, the combined hosts of ignorance, error, su- 
 perstition, bigotry and despotism, struck with, sudden panic„ 
 disperse, and — 
 
 " Fly, like the moon-eyed herald of dlsi^ay, 
 Chased on his night-steed by the star of day.^' 
 
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 Pale and trembling, muttering incolierent imprecations dire, 
 and seized with overwhelming consternation, they fly away as 
 a dream, and cannot be found ; they are chased away as a 
 vision of night. 
 
 ' O, glorious sight I Behold, all ye oppressed nations of the 
 earth I Look up, ye down-trodden millions ; lift up your 
 heads and rejoice, the time of your redemption draws nigh. 
 Look I feast your longing eyes on the transporting, rapturous 
 scene. See her pursue her bright career, with Justice and 
 sweet-smiling Mercy ]s:alking hand in hand at her side ; and 
 heaven-born Charity and white-robed Innocence, reclining af- 
 fectionately on her bosom ; Kighteousness and Truth leading 
 the way, bearing aloft the lamp of life to guide her steps 
 aright ; underneath her the Everlasting Arm, and all the 
 bright celestial powers following in her train. Look ! as 
 Justice knits his angry brow, and lifts his gUttering sword to 
 strike, his tender-hearted sister gently stays his hand, 
 and thus averts the avenging blow from the proud oppressor's 
 guilty head, in sweetest accents whispering in his ear : "01 
 spare the ignorant, they know not what they do. Wait a 
 little longer ; doubt not the gentle power of Truth ; she will 
 protect her darling daughter, she will break the captive's fet- 
 ters, all that know her shall be free. She will obtain an easy 
 victory, and triumph over all her foes. They shall flee away 
 at her approach, and hide their guilty heads, to shun the 
 vivid lightning of her eye, consuming all iniquity with intoler- 
 able light. The King of kings has issued his divine command : 
 Arise, shine ; for thy light is come, and the glory of the Lord 
 is risen upon thee." Ignorance and Yice, Oppression, Error, 
 Bigotry and Superstition melt a way, and vanish from before the 
 lustre of her face, like mountain mists before the noon-day 
 sun. All her foes shall wither, like autumnal leaves, before 
 the dazzling brightness of her beaming countenance, and fly 
 away at her all-searching glance, like chaff before the tem- 
 pest driven. 
 
 While rambling through this wicked world below, 
 Where floods of tears and carnage ceaseless flow, 
 
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 To soothe the helpless orphan's grief and pain, 
 To break the fettered captive's galling chain, 
 And wipe away the weeping widow's tears, 
 Bowed down beneath the crushing weight of years ; 
 Where'er I set my weary, wandering feet, 
 Truth's persecuted votaries I meet. 
 With fearless brow, and rapture-beaming eye, 
 The powers of darkness calmly they defy* 
 
 One vernal morn, just at the dawn of day, 
 I met an aged man in poor array, 
 As from the village church-yard he withdrew, 
 His form was bent, his white locks wet with dew, 
 His bearing noble, reverend his mien, 
 And on his face a radiant smile serene. 
 
 Whence art thou, stranger, whither dost thou roam ? 
 In all this spacious earth, hast thou no home ? 
 Then, in reply to this, he meekly said — 
 I, like my master, have no place to lay my head. 
 In this sweet village I first drew my breath, 
 And here have I returned to meet grim Death. 
 
 In early life, the cross of Christ to bear. 
 To southern climes I went, to do my duty, where 
 In tyrant hands fair Freedom's banner waves, 
 In bitter mockery o'er a race of slaves ; 
 The gospel of humanity to preach, 
 To heal the broken-hearted, and to teach 
 Poor little children God's sweet words of life ; 
 Love, peace and harmony, instead of strife. 
 For this offense, I met a fearful doom, 
 Immured for life within a living tomb, 
 To bear the loathsome dungeon's dismal gloom ; 
 For many years, of sympathy bereft. 
 Till there was not a hope of freedom left ; 
 When some strange gleam of pity touched the breast 
 Of my tormentors, who these words expressed : 
 Your fetters we will break, and set you free,. 
 if you will preach no more of liberty, 
 
 I hastened homeward to my native place, 
 
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 But here I meet no sweet familiar face j 
 My native town has to a city grown, 
 I walk the streets, uncared for and alone ; 
 My friends are gone, my relatives are dead, 
 And my long cherished earthly hopes are fled. 
 My own sweet home rude strangers occupy, 
 Who, with averted faces pass me by ; 
 I called one day a shelter to procure, 
 A surly porter drove me from the door. 
 
 Those visions sweet that soothed my anxious care, 
 Are now, alas ! dispersed in empty air ; 
 Sweet thoughts of home that filled my pensive mind, 
 Are fled, for all are strange, and none are kind. 
 Sweet thoughts of home, in regions far away, 
 My dream by night, my revery by day I 
 That blessed spot where social pleasures meet, 
 And make the sum of human bliss complete. 
 Home, home, sweet home I with sacred memories crowned, 
 In this wide world, the only spot of holy ground ! 
 How sweetly on the ear its echoes sound. 
 The plain old house, the blooming banks of flowers, 
 On which we played in childhood's happy hours j 
 The murmuring brooks, the fragrant meadows green, 
 The modest parlor, ever neat and clean. 
 Where all our friends in joyous union met— 
 O, how they linger in my memory yet I 
 My reverend father, and my mother dear. 
 My sisters, too — (forgive this childish tear) — 
 I am a poor, infirm, despised old man. 
 Unknown where life's rough journey first began ; 
 Here, in my native town, a lone exile I 
 O ! that for me some friendly home might smile 1 
 Home, home, sweet home — I 'm hastening to my home, 
 In that bright world where flowers immortal bloom. 
 
 When I a few more fiery trials brave, 
 A happy home I '11 find beyond the grave ; 
 There I shall range each sweet elysian field. 
 And heavenly groves that fruits ambrosial yield ; 
 
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 There see tliy glory, new Jerusalem, 
 Radiant and dazzling, God's own precious gem, 
 There shall I wear a sparkling diadem, 
 Arid all my friends in shining raiment meet, 
 Where saints and angels hold communion sweet, 
 And with them walk each glittering, golden street. 
 All earthly glory, honors, hopes and joys, 
 To me are empty, trilling, childish toys. 
 
 So, to the mansions of the dead, last eve 
 I went, to visit them for whom 'tis sweet to grieve ; 
 On the green turf a pensive hour to spend. 
 Beside the tombstone of a faithful friend ; 
 I lay me down beneath a weeping willow, 
 The heavens my curtain, and her grave my pillow ; 
 The sun was setting in the glowing west. 
 Sweet emblem of her life and peaceful rest. 
 
 My fancy wandered back to days gone by, 
 When she, with rosy cheek and beaming eye, 
 With merry heart, so gentle, kind and true, 
 And step elastic, through the meadows flew, 
 Brushing from flowers bright the pearly dew. 
 In early spring, while life was in its bloom. 
 She passed away, but shed a fragrance o'er the tomb. 
 
 With angel's voice I seemed to hear it said, 
 Why seek the living here among the dead ? 
 Twice twenty summers now have rolled away. 
 Since she has dwelt in pure and perfect day. 
 I thought, as I am now, so once was she, 
 As she is now, so I must shortly be. 
 Cut down and laid beneath the willow tree ; 
 In the cold earth — no, freed from cumbrous clay. 
 On wings seraphic, soar far hence away, 
 To that blest world of everlasting light. 
 Where saints made perfect dwell with angels bright. 
 
 '* There I shall bathe my weary soul. 
 
 In seas of heavenly rest ; 
 And not a wave of trouble roll 
 
 Across my peaceful breast." 
 
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 1 "may tMs smiling day's serene decline, 
 Presage the close of this poor life of mine I 
 O I may my sun of life thus sweetly set, 
 Without a cloud of sorrow or regret ; 
 With virtue's radiance lingering yet behind. 
 To cheer surviving friends, and bless mankind. 
 
 As on that sacred spot entranced I lay, 
 And saw the splendor of the sun decay, 
 Before the glories of a brighter day. 
 Still gazing upward with admiring eyes, 
 A vision bright descended from the skies, 
 Or I ascended in ecstatic dream, 
 To Heaven, where God's eternal glories gleam. 
 That bright, celestial scene, can I forget ? 
 O I I behold the heavenly vision yet ! 
 What beauteous forms are these that throng the air ? 
 What charming sights and sounds ? where am I ? where, 
 
 I where ? Are things around me what they seem ? 
 Or is it fancy's wild, delusive dream ? 
 
 Delicious odors float on every breeze, 
 Unearthly flowers and fruits adorn the trees ; 
 Sweet voices greet me from the realms above, 
 In gentlest accents of celestial love. 
 Am I on earth, or in the spirit land ? 
 Shapes of transcendent beauty round me stand, 
 And hover o'er me on seraphic wing ; 
 In softest strains angelic minstrels sing. 
 What soul-entrancing melody I hear ! 
 What perfect harmony salutes my ear ! 
 Soft, balmy breezes sweet refresh my brow; 
 Pure streams of crystal waters round me flow; 
 On every side resplendent beauties shine; 
 
 1 breathe an atmosphere of love Divine. 
 Eternal glory glows within my breast ; 
 Peace, joy unspeakable and holy rest! 
 
 I feel my strength renewed with renovated youth, 
 The genial power of righteousness and truth ; 
 The weight of years I now no longer bear; 
 With winged feet I tread the yielding air. 
 
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 My vision is extended: I can see 
 Through boundless space and vast eternity. 
 The present, past and future meet my eyes; 
 This little earth and all the glories of the skies; 
 In Eastern climes, in ages long gone by, 
 I see mankind in slavery toil and sigh, 
 Beneath each proud oppressor's iron heel 
 Crushed down, unceasing sorrows doomed to feel ; 
 And many weary ages roll away. 
 Unblessed by Truth Divine and Mercy's sway. 
 
 While all this guilty, blood-stained world below, 
 Abounds in misery, wretchedness and woe, 
 A voice Divine addresses the oppressed: 
 Ye heavy-laden, I will give you rest. 
 I free poor captives from oppression's might; 
 My yoke is easy and my burden light. 
 Come, all ye down-trod millions, come to me ; 
 Come, learn the truth: the truth shall make you free; 
 Come, listen to her sweet, persuasive voice ; 
 Come, break your chains, that angels may rejoice. 
 Ye wicked tyrants, come, obey the truth ; 
 The orphan's grief, the widow's sorrows soothe. 
 Come, break your brother's cruel, galling chain; 
 Come learn of me — let truth and mercy reign ; 
 For I am of a meek and lowly heart ; 
 Come, follow me, till impious pride depart. 
 My precepts prize above a royal diadem: 
 What ye would have men do to you, do ye to them; 
 Supremely love the Lord your God above 
 All else; and as yourselves your neighbor love, 
 Till Heaven in holy love descends to earth. 
 Then war shall cease, and pestilence, and dearth; 
 Contention, strife, and bickering shall cease, 
 And ancient foes together dwell in peace; 
 The lion and the lamb together eat, 
 And harmless serpents lick the pilgrim's feet. 
 
 A noble few, a little feeble band 
 Of fishermen hear his Divine command, 
 
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 In ancient Jewry's blessed, holy land, 
 
 And their dear Master in glad converse meet 
 
 In desert places, and green valleys sweet. 
 
 They follow him where'er his feet are set, 
 
 On Jordan's banks, or lofty Olivet, 
 
 Through all thy crowded streets, Jerusalem, 
 
 Samaria, Nazareth, and Bethlehem ; 
 
 In spite of envious priests, and his plain mien, 
 
 Adore the persecuted Nazarine, 
 
 And treasure up his truths so long concealed 
 
 From worldly wisdom, now to babes revealed ; 
 
 Ordained to free mankind from Satan's chain, 
 
 And usher in fair Freedom's happy reign, 
 
 That all the long benighted world may see, 
 
 Where God's free Spirit is, is Liberty. 
 
 The weak are chosen to confound the strong, 
 To vindicate the right against the wrong ; 
 To bear his holy truth from door to door, 
 And preach the everlasting gospel to the poor. 
 Crowds of admiring people gather round him, 
 The sick, the lame, the deaf, the blind, surround him. 
 
 He heals their maladies, allays their woes. 
 And gives each struggling spirit sweet repose ; 
 The lame leap up, the blind receive their sight, 
 And look on Nature's face with sweet delight ; 
 The poor are fed ; the dumb his praises sing. 
 Proclaiming him their Saviour, Lord and King ; 
 The deaf, enraptured, Usten to their song. 
 And shout for joy amid the happy throng ; 
 The dead are raised ; the sick to health restored. 
 As from his lips proceeds the gracious word. 
 
 Old Satan grieves such happiness to see, 
 And longs to see him hanging on the tree. 
 He tells the Jewish priests — " this man must surely die, 
 Because he makes himself the son of the Most High ; 
 Now, will you let him thus your Grod blaspheme, 
 And bring upon your nation infamy and shame ? 
 The Romans then will take away your place and name." 
 
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 They nail him to the cross — our Saviour dies ! 
 A shuddering horror seizes earth and skies ! 
 The sun is darkened ; Heaven is overspread 
 With gloom ; the quaking earth awakes the dead ; 
 The powers of darkness quail and tremble now, 
 Dread consternation clothes each demon's brow ; 
 Grim Death, despairing, shakes his locks so gorj, 
 He cannot hold the Lord of life and glory. 
 The stern old Roman soldier, seeing nature nod, 
 Exclaims, " This truly is the Son of God 1" 
 The King of Terrors, trembling, bows before him. 
 The silent shades, and gliding ghosts adore him. 
 He triumphs over Death, ascends on high, 
 In dazzling glory rules the earth and sky. 
 
 But Satan, fiercely raging unsubdued, 
 Determines to destroy the wise and good ; 
 He lifts his brazen visage, thunder-scarred, on high. 
 The power of the Almighty to defy ; 
 With cruel malice and malignant rage. 
 He stirs up kings, exterminating wars to wage ; 
 Makes Persecution mangle, burn and tear. 
 The flesh of saints, to drive them to despair. 
 
 It would be hard to trace, and sad to tell. 
 Each battle fought between the powers of Heaven and Hell ; 
 Of Truth against blind Error's countless host, 
 Like withered leaves before the tempest tost ; 
 The irrepressible, unceasing fight 
 Of Hell-born Wrong with Heaven-descended Right. 
 This old arch-fiend in Heaven the war began, 
 Which now he wages through poor erring man. 
 
 So, let us hasten down the stream of time. 
 And take a view of fair Columbia's clime. 
 The Eastern World at tyrants' feet still lies. 
 Grim War and Persecution sadden all the skies. 
 When the bold mariner, with canvas wide unfurled, 
 From Palos sails to seek a Western World; 
 Gliding before a bland auspicious breeze, 
 He gently hastens over unknown seas ; 
 
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 Still urged along by fresheiiing gales, lie speeds 
 To lands unknown, till superstition breeds 
 Among his seamen terror and alarm, 
 That they are driven by some magic charm, 
 To some enchanted shore or fairy land. 
 Beyond the friendly aid of human hand. 
 
 He asks them to obey him three days more, 
 The last of which they reach the blooming shore ; 
 Where everything around is strange and new. 
 The simple natives view with awe the big canoe, 
 With outspread wings, on which (they say) from heaven it flew; 
 With curious eyes, the masts, the sails and rigging scan, 
 And gazing, gather round the wondrous man ; 
 Believing him from the Great Spirit sent, 
 A special boon to his red children lent. 
 Their hoary-headed chief his hand extends. 
 And welcomes him with all his pale-faced friends ; 
 Divides with his new friends his scanty store, 
 Then in the rapid chase he seeks for more. 
 The red men tell them of great hills of gold, 
 Of diamonds, pearls, and mines of wealth untold, 
 That, far beyond the mountains in the West, 
 Sleep where the golden sun retires to rest. 
 Ah! little think they what unnumbered woes 
 These loving brothers will on them impose 1 
 What a fell demon they are stirring up, 
 To force upon their lips the bitter cup I 
 Foul Avarice, that fiend with angel face. 
 Who will for gold destroy their hapless race ! 
 
 The white men, to increase their awe and wonder, 
 Tell them that in their cannon sleeps the thunder ; 
 And they can make i t speak to all around — ■ 
 The big gun speaks — they fall upon the ground ; 
 Their aged seers with trembling voices say, 
 "Is this the way our kindness you repay ? 
 Have we not deemed you messengers of love, 
 Descended from the starry realms above ? 
 Superior beings, coming down to raise 
 
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 Us up, and lead us on in Wisdom's ways ? 
 You are not men, but fiends in human form, 
 Lifted up by the Spirit of the storm ; 
 With cruel weapons armed, your friends to slay, 
 Before your face our race must melt away ; 
 For thus our prophet's old predictions run : 
 We all must travel to the setting sun." 
 
 Here come the humblest people I have seen. 
 With firm, sublime resolve,, yet modest mien ; 
 From tyrants fleeing. On old Plymouth Rock 
 They plant their feet, a little fearless flock. 
 By howling beasts and savage men undaunted, 
 With nasal twang their psalms and hymns are chanted. 
 On rude December's cold inclement air. 
 Rings out the cheering voice of fervent prayer ; 
 For civil and religious freedom here they came. 
 To found an empire in Jehovah's name. 
 Through the Red Sea of persecution and distress 
 They now have passed into the western wilderness, 
 To plant Christ's kingdom in the wild domain 
 Of savage beasts, and still more savage men. 
 
 As Moses, who from lofty Pisgah's height. 
 Beheld the promised land with sweet delight ; 
 Still looking forward, they discern a better land, 
 Like Eden blooming, tilled by Freedom's hand. 
 Amid the dreary wastes of ice and snow, 
 Where cheerless winter's howling tempests blow. 
 Sweet gardens bloom to Faith's prophetic eyes. 
 Rich fields of waving grain and flowery meads arise. 
 Smit by the magic hand of honest toil. 
 The rocks and mountains pour out floods of oil ; 
 ^ Green hills with milk and honey overflow, 
 And Art and Nature all their gifts bestow ; 
 Delightful villages and cities smile, 
 Magbificent with many a splendid pile ; 
 Churches and colleges arise on every hand 
 To bless, adorn and beautify the smiling land. 
 Such charming landscapes as old England never knew, 
 
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 Now flit before enraptured fancy's eager view, 
 And while the weary wintry hours away, 
 With Hope's sweet promise of a brighter day. 
 
 When gentle spring returns, with fairy fingers, 
 
 To deck her fragrant banks and lovely bowers, 
 Treading upon old Winter's heels, who lingers 
 
 To kiss her cheeks, and pluck her earliest flowers ; 
 Smiling the wrinkles from kind Nature's brow. 
 
 Filling the air with music's softest strains ; 
 Adorning with sweet beauty every bough. 
 
 And spreading her green carpet o'er the plains. 
 Then, as old Noah, when the floods were stayed, 
 
 Looked forth with joy, on the emerging earth, 
 O'er hills and dales, her smiling face surveyed, 
 
 So they rejoice at Nature's recent birth. 
 
 Hope's smiling rainbow in Affliction's cloud is set. 
 That God's sweet promise be remembered yet ; 
 Seed time and harvest never more shall fail. 
 Adversity's dark waters never more prevail. 
 In black Tartarus, on his flaming throne. 
 Sits Satan, heaving many a deep groan ; 
 With gloomy brow, and dark terrific frown. 
 He views his shadowy, sable realms around ; 
 Then looking up, wide rolls his baleful eyes. 
 In envious glances at his native skies ; 
 With sullen hatred and unhumbled pride, 
 (Grod's power omnipotent is yet defied,) 
 On mischief bent, though crushed, yet unsubdued. 
 His haughty thoughts on dire revenge still brood. 
 With raging breast by fierce commotion tost. 
 He casts an eye on bleak New England's rock-bound coast, 
 And there beholds the people of the Lord, 
 Kejoicing in their toils with one accord ; 
 Wise, thoughtful age and ardent blooming youth, 
 Founding a realm for Highteousness and Truth. 
 With panic seized, he calls his counselors. 
 And with the wisest hastily confers ; 
 
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 Then to bis eldest son he soon expresses 
 
 His thoughts spontaneous — him he thus addresses i 
 
 My eldest born, my faithful darling son, 
 
 See what a work these Christians hare begun ; 
 
 These quaint, psalm-singing, praying bigots Puritanic, 
 
 Assail my rights and majesty Satanic. 
 
 Kow, if they be allowed there to prevail, 
 
 They will my western empire soon curtail. 
 
 Rise, Slavery, rise — haste with expanded wing I 
 
 Of sweet Columbia make thyself the King — 
 
 On, Slavery, on ! and never stop to rest. 
 
 Till we destroy this Eden of the West. 
 
 But stop ! there 's one thing more that I would mention 
 
 You know I advocate non-intervention, 
 
 A doctrine pleasing to the sons of men, 
 
 A soothing unction, covering every sin. 
 
 Coercion is as odious there as here : 
 
 A special guardian of their rights appear ; 
 
 Tell them that they may do what suits them best, 
 
 And lull uneasy consciencies to rest. 
 
 If from the Bible they their maxims draw, 
 
 Persuade them that there is no higher law 
 
 Than what the sovereign people please to make, 
 
 And from their heads all pious notions shake. 
 
 What Heaven-born spirits spurned shall men obey? 
 Shall not each reasoning being have his way ? 
 (Excepting Ham's accursed progeny. 
 Forever doomed the bondmen of the free ?) 
 For this I've seen all Heaven in arms arise, 
 To battle with the tyrant of the skies ; 
 For this, we fought, our sovereign rights to gain, 
 For this, we bear eternal years of pain. 
 For this, we now endure unceasing toils ; 
 So hasten on, and seize the victor's spoils. 
 Speed, Slavery, speed I o 'er hills and valleys green ; 
 Make fair Democracy thy lovely queen ; 
 And rear a faithful progeny for me, 
 Who will to Mammon bow on bended knee. 
 
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 O^er all these genial climes and fruitful lands, 
 Extend my sway, remember my commands ; 
 Leave nothing but the frozen North to freedom's hands ; 
 There let her labor, freeze, starve, weep and fret — 
 My heart on boundless empire now is set. 
 Though I am seated on a fiery throne, 
 Yet here I have a kingdom of my own. 
 'Tis better thus with friends to reign in hell, 
 Than, by our foes subdued, in heaven to dwell. 
 Thou art accustomed to a torrid clime; 
 The Northern mountains' snowy peaks sublime 
 Avoid; lest thou catch cold, and pine away 
 With pale consumption's slow but sure decay, 
 And come back hither to thy native place, 
 Bereft of glory, comeliness and grace. 
 If thou in impudence to execute our plan 
 Art wanting, I will raise thee up a man; 
 A perfect pattern after my own heart; 
 A skillful liar, eloquent and smart; 
 My people's favorite, with ready repartee, 
 The great defender of their sovereignty. 
 
 There is a certain kind of knavish fool, 
 That thou wilt find a very useful tool. 
 If thou shouldst be compelled so to degrade 
 Thyself, and stain thy honor, as to ask his aid; 
 The Northern mercenary, bought and sold 
 In every market, for persuasive gold; 
 A traitor, double-dyed, to God and man. 
 In meanness steeped, promoting every plan 
 Of mine, and aiding every foul emprise ; 
 Yet, in my heart, this doughface I despise. 
 Can there be found a renegade on earth, 
 So vile as this of puritanic birth? 
 His heart is false, his head is stuffed with cotton, 
 And all his principles corrupt and rotten. 
 And yet, a very pious man is he ; 
 Laying his vileness and iniquity to me. 
 To ease his conscience and to purchase grace, 
 
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 With sanctimonious, hypocritic face, 
 
 He deals a pittance of his ill-got store, 
 
 To spread the gospel, or relieve the poor. 
 
 That all his friends his piety may see. 
 
 He goes to church, and bends his servile knee, 
 
 And urges sinners from impending wrath to flee. 
 
 By sickness seized, he drops his vile disguise, 
 And in great agony for mercy cries. 
 His paUid cheek, dim eye and heaving breath, 
 Announce the near approach of ghastly death ; 
 Upon his faithless brow sits grim despair; 
 His faltering voice is raised in hopeless prayer. 
 Like Judas, who his gracious Lord betrayed. 
 Poor skulking coward! now he is afraid 
 To meet the traitor's doom ; yet, unlike him of old, 
 His quaking hands the price of blood still hold. 
 Poor caitiff wretch I can he not buy a rope, 
 On which to hang his faint expiring hope? 
 Like his illustrious predecessor, meet 
 His fate, and hasten hither his old friend to greet? 
 
 If he obtain the favor of the Lord, 
 "Why cannot we be all to heaven restored? 
 Can such a creature hope to be forgiven. 
 Despised alike by earth, and hell, and heaven? 
 Can such a faithless wretch salvation crave? 
 Can any soul be found in him, to lose or save? 
 But still, I hope the Lord will hear his prayer; 
 For I am sure he is not wanted here. 
 And if, (as I suspect,) he fail of grace, 
 I hope he'll find perdition in some other place; 
 Shall heaven-bred spirits, from bright thrones of bliss. 
 Mingle with creeping meanness, such as this? 
 Give me the fiery son of the proud South, 
 Who seeks for glory in the cannon's mouth; 
 Who every shape of battle dares to brave. 
 And scorns alike the doughface and the slave; 
 Who, like myself, in heaven would bravely fight 
 For bleeding honor, or invaded right. 
 
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 Go now, my son, no longer hero delay; 
 Extend thy sable wings, and haste awayj 
 In the bright South, my chosen people lead; 
 Subdue my enemies — speed, Slavery, speed. 
 In fair Columbia exert thy powers, 
 Till the whole boundless continent is ourS. 
 Haste, haste away, and propagate our creed 
 Through all the blooming earth — speed, Slavery, Speed. 
 
 The son of darkness soars away at this command, 
 And quickly reaches fair Columbia's happy land. 
 Devoted Jamestown now he hovers o'er, 
 And takes possession of the Southern shore. 
 A lovely, charming scene before him lies ; 
 Delightful landscapes and benignant skies; 
 A rich, luxuriant, fruitful virgin soil, 
 Requiring no degrading slavish toil; 
 The Western prairies, like vast seas of flowers, 
 Blooming and sweet as Eden's rosy bowers. 
 
 Cursed by his blighting power, the teeming earth 
 Is smit with mildew, barrenness and dearth ; 
 A dismal, fearful gloom to nature clings, 
 Beneath the baleful shadow of his wings; 
 Fair Yirtue's flowers droop, wither, fade and die, 
 Beneath the glances of his evil eye ; 
 Sweet Piety extends her pinions bright ; 
 And white-robed Innocence now takes her flight; 
 Fair Science, Peace and Mercy, sigh farewell, 
 And hasten North, where Truth and Justice dwell. 
 
 Blind Infidelity, Ignorance and Pride, 
 And stupid Bigotry, all ti'uth deride; 
 Vice, crime and wretchedness, in every, form. 
 Infest the fields, and in the cities swarm; 
 Hypocrisy and Avarice intense; 
 Lean Poverty, and dull-eyed Indolence ; 
 JBlood-thirsty Hatred, (Satan's darling child;) 
 Bevenge, and blood-besmeared Ambition wild; 
 Cupidity, of honesty bereft ; 
 Gambling and Swindling, Robbery and Theft; 
 
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 Deceit and Falsehood, Violence and Blood, 
 Devouring all that's holy, just and good ; 
 Blear-eyed Licentiousness, and Inebriety, 
 Deriding temperance, chastity and piety. 
 
 Infernal shapes of guilt, iniquity and folly, 
 Now stalk abroad, the courts invade, and sully 
 The ermine's purity, jurymen imbrute ; 
 The churches of the Living God polute ; 
 Spread a malignant influence afar, 
 Towards the frozen North's bright polar star, 
 And o'er the world a fearful shadow cast. 
 Till all the friends of freedom stand aghast. 
 Each vestige of humanity now flees. 
 Before the horrid *' sum of villainies.'^ 
 Men do such deeds as brutish beasts would shock : 
 Sell their own children on the auction block. 
 With blood-hounds mangle them till they expire, 
 Roast them alive upon a smouldering fire, 
 Or hang them up in cages high in air, 
 That birds of prey their quivering flesh may tear. 
 Fell Murder grim, with blood-dyed hands, in proud array, 
 Stalks like a demon in the face of day ; 
 And every shape of wretchedness and woe : 
 The fires of Hell in human bosoms glow ; 
 Foul fiends against humanity prevail, 
 And urge to crimes that turn the cheek of darkness pale. 
 
 Behold their commerce stained with human blood, 
 Unwashed by all great Neptune's cleansing flood I 
 What blackened hulk is that from Afric's shore. 
 With fiend-like crew on deck besmeared with gore ? 
 The laugh of demons rings upon the air. 
 Amid the groans and moanings of despair. 
 What bitter wailings and wild cries arise 
 From her dense human freight, and pierce the skies ; 
 The sighing breezes to my ears convey 
 Terrific shrieks of horror and dismay ; 
 Poor, naked, gasping wretches I behold. 
 Packed down as chattelsr— 0, accursed gold 1 
 
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 To what fell deeds dost thou impel mankind, 
 
 What demon thoughts Infase into the mind I 
 
 Blasphemous oaths commingle in the air 
 
 With fearful screams of anguish and despair. 
 
 What hand can paint, what mortal tongue can tell, 
 
 The frightful horrors of this floating hell ! 
 
 Here in the north, their chief I see, 
 
 The great defender of the free ; 
 
 As brave a man as ever cut a throat, 
 
 Plundered a ship, or sunk a boat. 
 
 With smiling face and honeyed tongue. 
 
 And words as sweet as ever poet sung ; 
 
 With laughing eye and merry voice, 
 
 That make each audience rejoice. 
 
 If you should think that he might lie — - 
 
 (Under mistake) — observe his eye, 
 
 And you will stand at once corrected, 
 
 If you his truth have e'er suspected. 
 
 Our mighty hero's rising fame 
 
 Outshines the proudest, brightest name 
 
 Of any knight in eastern story. 
 
 Upon the page of blushing glory. 
 
 In windy warfare he is skilled, 
 
 (Whole hosts of stubborn facts he oft has killed,) 
 
 I^ot even he of wind-mill notoriety, 
 
 Can rank with him in knighthood's great society ; 
 
 No" tempest fierce could ever blow so. 
 
 As our Bombastes Furioso ; 
 
 ]S'o orator so shrewd and smart. 
 
 To captivate the people's heart. 
 
 And to his shrewdness demagogic, 
 Is added all the powers of logic ; 
 For he can prove by reasons strong. 
 That slavery 's right, and freedom 's wrong ; 
 Can prove by sophisms sweet _and savory, 
 Slavery, freedom; and fair freedom, slavery: 
 Night, day; the brightest day the blackest night: 
 Light, darkness J and__Egyptian darkness, light: 
 
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 The whole, a part; a'part, the whole complete: 
 
 Sweet, bitter; and the bitterest wormwood sweet: 
 
 The devil, a saint; each saint a devil: 
 
 All evil, good; and our chief good, evil. 
 
 And then, anon, by syllogisms nice, 
 
 Can prove vice, virtue ; and sweet virtue, vice : 
 
 And show by his unerring light. 
 
 That right is wrong, and wrong is right ; 
 
 And make it plain from Nature's plan, 
 
 That a colored man is not a man, 
 
 And has no claim to human nature, 
 
 But is a woolly-headed creature ; 
 
 No better than our sheep and cattle, 
 
 Or any other common chattel. 
 
 But still, he must obey the law. 
 Be burned, or feel the halter draw ; 
 While he his masters purpose suits, 
 He should be classed among the brutes ; 
 Whenever he commits a crime, 
 He soars to manhood most sublime. 
 Hence our logician draws the grand conclusion, 
 That we plain folks are in a sad delusion. 
 Who yet believe our fathers' declaration. 
 Which they proclaimed to every nation ; 
 Much more its abolition sequel, 
 And think all men born free and equal. 
 He intersperses pleasing stories, 
 To prove by logic's blushing glories. 
 The tories, whigs, and whigs, old tories ; 
 The friends of freedom, tyrants in disguise^ 
 And tyrants, democratic, just and wise. 
 Thus, by shrewd dodges oratorio. 
 And bold assumptions categoric, 
 Exhausting all his store of diction, 
 And every sort of artful fiction. 
 He then lets loose rhetorical figures. 
 On " ^^ac^ Republicans and Niggers;" 
 Thus all the sons of darkness slaying, 
 
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 Greeley, Seward, and Fred. Douglass flaying. 
 So, all his hearers quickly disappear. 
 Leaving him alone to beat the empty air 1 
 "With gestures fierce and elocution raving ; 
 And hasten home, their shattered noddles saving. 
 
 He next appears upon the tented field, 
 The thirsty knife and vengeful sword to wield ; 
 The mighty champion of the stormy South, 
 To pluck fair honor from the cannon's mouth ; 
 In armor bright, fierce gleaming from afar, 
 Terrific as the dreadful god of war. 
 Unearthly lightning on his helmet plays, 
 And blinds his friends with its sulphurous blaze. 
 With fearful valor now his bosom swells, 
 And in his eye soul-withering fury dwells ; • 
 On all his foes he casts a direful look, 
 Which Hercules himself could never brook. 
 Excessive courage shakes his giant frame. 
 And fires his heart with more than martial flame ^ 
 His trembling knees, his chattering teeth and panting breathy 
 Menace advancing foes with instant death. 
 His heart defies them, and — (0, coward feet I) 
 They take alarm and beat a quick retreat I 
 So brave a heart did ever feet from battle carry ? 
 With so much pluck how can they flee and not be weary? 
 His soul, too valiant for poor feeble clay, 
 Bursts his brave heart to seek the bloody fray. 
 What mortal frame such valor can sustain ? 
 He sinks to earth, by his own valor slain. 
 What fitting honors can the muses bring ? 
 What fervid minstrel shall his requiem sing ? ■ 
 
 The sun rose bright the day Bombastes died, 
 No sable veil he drew his face to hide ; 
 No mournful hearse, no funeral display, 
 No weeping friends appeared in black array; 
 No direful signs and wonders long foretold, 
 By timid friends, did human eyes behold; 
 No horrid ghosts poor mortal man did greet, 
 
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 Or stalk about, and gibber in the street ; 
 
 iNo ghastly sights, no flaming meteors glared on high, 
 
 No comets shook their crystal tresses in the sky. 
 
 Crreat Nature's frame survived the fearful shock, 
 
 No tears gushed forth from the hard-hearted rock ; 
 
 No marble statue streamed with human blood; 
 
 No palsied river turned to stone its limpid flood ; 
 
 No wailing winds a doleful requiem kept; 
 
 No sobbing mermaid for our hero wept;. 
 
 Nor did old Ocean, listening, cease to roar, 
 
 And roll in voiceless billows on the shore; 
 
 Grim-visaged War hushed not his iron throat; 
 
 Nor did the feathered choir suspend their note; 
 
 Nor earthquakes pause, nor tempests hold their breath, 
 
 To hear the tragic story of his death. 
 
 Old father Time's machinery did not cease to run, 
 
 Because our hero's battle had been lost and won. 
 
 Ye boastful heroes of the haughty South, 
 With valiant tongue and bold imperious mouth, 
 What went ye out in such hot haste to see 
 At Harper's Ferry, brave defenders of the free ? 
 What fearful phantoms do your troops pursue ? 
 What causes all this bustle and ado ? 
 A tempest-shaken reed ? a withered leaf, 
 Seared by AfiBiction's cruel blast of grief ? 
 A breath of Freedom's air ? a wandering voice, 
 That wliispers in the captive's ear, rejoice ? 
 A mad fanatic full of wild emotions, 
 Imparting to your slaves some Yankee notions ? 
 Why do your anxious eyes with terror scan 
 The placid features of this poor old man ? 
 Why at his name do all your cheeks turn pale, 
 Who made your Kansas border-ruffians quail ? 
 Behold the wondrous man ! mild and serene, 
 Of gentle bearing, and of christian mien, 
 With breast unmoved by passion or commotion, 
 And locks as white as the foam on the ocean; 
 Palm and sublime, God's fearless herald sent 
 
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 To warn the South of slavery to repent, 
 The voice of Liberty in deep distress, 
 Crying in Slavery's howling wilderness : 
 Prepare the way; the Lord's highway prepare : 
 Love, Mercy, Truth and Righteousness declare, 
 And Justice stern with all-observing equal eyes. 
 Bow down, ye lofty; and, ye lowly, rise. 
 Rise, ye oppressed ! on, sons of Freedom, on ! 
 Draw the bright sword of the Lord and Gideon; 
 Strike for eternal Truth's insulted cause; 
 Strike for our God's and Nature's holy laws; 
 Strike for our fathers' pure unsullied fame ; 
 Strike in the great Jehovah's awful name; 
 Strike for immortal spirits bought and sold 
 In fair Columbia for accursed gold ; 
 Strike till Oppression's lords and minions fly, 
 And Slavery's self shall sicken, droop and die. 
 Strike for the widow's tears and orphan's woes, 
 Till Liberty prevails o'er all her foes, 
 Till Justice stern, and smiling Mercy meet; 
 And haughty tyrants lie beneath their feet. 
 This firm, intrepid son of Plymouth rock, 
 Calmly awaits grim Battle's rudest shock. 
 And with his little band of dauntless men, 
 Beards Slavery's raging lion in his den. 
 Why roar his whelps, with wide obstreperous mouth, 
 Throughout the servile North and raving South ? 
 Why shudders guilt through all his giant frame, 
 At Justice, Truth, and Mercy's loud acclaim ? 
 Why do your hosts in coward numbers rush. 
 This poor, despised, proscribed old man to crush ? 
 With all Yirginia for his escort, 
 Why drag him, bleeding, to your pirate court ? 
 Why hurry him to death through forms of law ? 
 Can not judge Lynch's hand the halter draw ? 
 Eternal Truth and Justice on your doings frown: 
 As on the scaffold he goes up, your cause goes dowo. 
 Of treason is he guilty ? Traitors greater 
 
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 Than he, hare you no mercy for a traitor ? 
 
 Traitors alike to God and all mankind, 
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 Is it a crime the fettered captive to unbind ? 
 
 Yirginia's trembling maids shall long look pale, 
 As pompous Wise relates the dreadful tale ; 
 Her tender, doting mothers long shall tame 
 The froward child with his terrific name; 
 Her war-trained men shall tremble as they hear 
 Its fearful echo sounding in their ear ; 
 Ten thousand of her bravest flee in haste 
 From Harper's Ferry, by his spectre chased : 
 When God in righteous judgment shall descend, 
 His poor, down-trodden people to defend ; 
 And his avenging hand shall bathe in gore 
 This guilty land for crushing down the poor I 
 
 Far, far above, enthroned in dazzling light, 
 Encompassed round by shining hosts of angels bright, 
 The King of kings, and Lord of lords behold ! 
 While Heaven and Earth a solemn stillness hold ! 
 What- dreadful words the awful silence break, 
 And make this guilty world's foundation shake ! 
 Shall mortal man his fellow man enslave ; 
 And brutalize whom I have died to save ? 
 With iron heel, immortal souls crush down ; 
 And blast their hopes, beneath oppression's frown ? 
 Despise the holy precepts I have taught ; 
 And buy and sell what mine own blood hath bought ? 
 Reeking with guilt of deeper dye. than his of old, 
 A modern Ahab, for accursed gold. 
 To work deep wickedness, himself hath sold ; 
 Hath trodden under foot his weaker brother, 
 And seized the patrimony of another ; 
 Fair Freedom's precious, priceless heritage, 
 To her assigned through each succeeding age. 
 
 With wicked hands imbrued with guiltless blood, 
 Scorned and abhorred by all the wise and good, 
 This impious tyrant rules the South—and North ! 
 Who shall entice and urge to battle forth 
 
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 Ahab at Ramoth-Gilead to fall ; 
 
 Disperse his hosts, and drive them to the Twall ? 
 
 Who shall the sacred, righteous task complete ; 
 
 And trample Jezebel beneath his feet, 
 
 For dogs to eat ? I, says Delusion strong. • 
 
 They shall reject the right, and choose the wrong. 
 
 'Tis mine to mock vain mortals' mental sight, 
 
 And make the vilest wrong appear the right ; 
 
 When they have sinned till they are given up 
 
 To drain the dregs of foul Pollution's cup, 
 
 With falsehood and deceit they shall be crammed, 
 
 Till they believe a lie that they be damned. 
 
 I'll spread my wings, and haste o'er land and sea ; 
 
 Through all their coasts, a lying spirit be 
 
 In fair Democracy's sweet rosy mouth, 
 
 Throughout the frigid North and fiery South, 
 
 And in the mouths of all the priests of Baal. 
 
 I hear a voice say, Go ; thou shalt prevail. 
 
 Long have I heard the captive's clanking chain. 
 
 And suffering, bleeding Mercy plead in vain. 
 
 Long have I heard their victim's bitter wail — 
 
 Such sounds no longer shall mine ears assail. 
 
 Long have they trampled Truth and Mercy under foot, 
 
 Of their own doings let them eat the bitter fruit, 
 
 And learn that I to liars send delusion, 
 
 Involve their wicked schemes in wild confusion, 
 
 And to themselves their own vile selves consign : 
 
 The light of Truth shall not forever shine 
 
 On her despisers. 
 
 Swifter than a ray of light, 
 He darts like lightning down the giddy height, 
 And safely reaches fair Columbia's shore ; 
 Goes with Democracy from door to door, 
 Makes all her editors and officers his own. 
 And every press beneath a load of falsehood groan. 
 To legislative halls he oft resorts, 
 Instructs and counsels judges in their courts. 
 The lawyers he avoids and passes by : 
 
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 (They need no aid from him to make a lie, 
 
 They from the sire of lies this gift inherit, 
 
 Who leaves no truth in them for him to ferret:) 
 
 Then to the rural districts he retires, 
 
 And dwells awhile with simple country squires, 
 
 Yisits each Southern church to take a south-side view 
 
 Of piety, and enters every planter's pew ; 
 
 Ascends each pulpit, and each priest inspires 
 
 With fervid zeal and all his audience fires. 
 
 When some plain priest admonishes the South, 
 
 He puts a padlock on his artless mouth. 
 
 With "My dear brother, if such thoughts you utter, 
 
 Our friends will take away your bread and butter. 
 
 For your own household 'tis your duty to provide : 
 
 You must pro-vide for that whate'er betide. 
 
 Ko more at Southern institutions, then, repine. 
 
 The Bible sanctions slavery : so it is Divine.'' 
 
 The South, enamored of egregious lies. 
 Which in one grand harmonious concert rise, 
 Extends her hand to grasp the glittering prize. 
 Then from the sunny South he sallies forth. 
 Gags and perverts the press and pulpit of the North. 
 Her hardy sons resist this bold offense, 
 And firmly cling to truth and common sense. 
 Invincible against Corruption's might ; 
 The sons of puritans maintain the right. 
 Old Ironsides, that humbled England's pride, 
 Now stems once more Oppression's sweeping tide ; 
 Laughs at her flashing swords and glittering spears, 
 And her degenerate, boastful cavaliers. 
 Eternal truth still animates his breast. 
 Nerves his right arm, and rears his daring crest. 
 The rising tempest of his dauntless soul 
 No earthly power can vanquish or control. 
 Truth's beaming eyes make fell Delusion quail, 
 And Slavery's haughty champions turn pale. 
 Oppression's servile minions stand aghast ; 
 And Northern sycophants yield to the blast. 
 
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 Delusion still pursues his slippery way 
 In dark retreats, avoiding Truth's bright ray. 
 Disunion, Strife, and Discord all his steps attend ; 
 And brother strives with brother, friend with friend. 
 When he his rapid devious course has run, 
 Inspiring every doughface sire and son. 
 He settles down at office-seeking Washington, 
 And there abides in splendor, pomp and pride, 
 With the old functionary at his side : 
 Dispensing pelf to men of low degree. 
 Who banish right, and bend the supple knee 
 To each device of impious villainy ; 
 In falsehood and iniquity delight. 
 And rise against eternal truth to fight, 
 That they may meet an utter overthrow, 
 And aftertimes her power and glory know. 
 
 With sacrilegious hands they now combine 
 To violate fair Freedom's sacred shrine, 
 And her majestic temple to destroy. 
 Of saints and patriots the pride and joy. 
 These impious traitor bands, in proud array, 
 March boldly out into the light of day ; 
 The armies of the living God defy, 
 And with blasphemous oaths assail the sky ; 
 With Slavery's pirate banner wide unfurled, 
 The execration of the Christian world. 
 
 Upon her cloud-capt tower stands Liberty, 
 Suiweying fair Columbia from sea to sea. 
 With beaming face and calm, majestic mien, 
 She views the wide-extended charming scene, 
 Her rivers, mountains, hills and valleys green. 
 Like the bright king of day, she sweetly smiles 
 Benignant over all her blessed isles; 
 On friends and foes her heavenly radiance pours, 
 To lands remote and ocean's wildest shores ; 
 To all mankind her gentle hand extends; 
 Subdues her foes in kindness to her friends. 
 The fires of Truth and Mercy in her bosom glow: 
 
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 No shade of passion flits athwart her brow. 
 
 " Though round her breast the rolling clouds are spread, 
 
 Eternal sunshine settles on her head." 
 
 To the bleak North she casts her eagle eye, 
 Where snow-clad peaks commingle with the sky: 
 The fastness of her mountain homes she scans ; 
 With noble pride her generous heart expands. 
 Then to the South her piercing glance is sent, 
 At Sumpter's massive frov/ning battlement. 
 There her intrepid little Spartan band, 
 And modern Leonidas, fearless stand, 
 Beleagured round by Slavery's frantic minions, 
 Within the very heart of his dominions ; 
 Undaunted by then- furious charge, their pirate yell, 
 The cannons' roar, the hissing sound of shot and shell. 
 
 Her glorious banner still aloft he bears: 
 In proud defiance stream the stripes and stars! 
 That good old flag, Columbia's joy and pride, 
 Beneath whose folds her sainted heroes died. 
 Triumphant o'er her foes in days gone by. 
 To which her dying warriors turned the closing eye, 
 Which led them on in many a gallant fight. 
 Emblem of all that's glorious and bright ; 
 Respected by her foes, revered by friends. 
 Wherever her illustrious name extends, 
 Throughout the blooming earth, in distant isles. 
 Where Freedom on rude savage races smiles ; 
 Where 'er its colors float upon the breeze. 
 In burning, torrid climes, and ice-bound seas, 
 In deserts wild, and rich luxuriant fields. 
 Where bounteous Nature all her blessings yields. 
 
 She sees barbarian hosts the battle wage. 
 And smiles at slavery's wild, impotent rage. 
 She sees her foes in coward numbers rush, 
 Her brave, heroic little band to crush; 
 With strange devices to the breeze unfurled, 
 The utter loathing of the Christian world. 
 Her flag-staff falls I by traitors shot away— 
 
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 Her flashing eyes emit celestial day; 
 In peerless beauty, glorious and bright, 
 She manifests her charms to mortal sight ; 
 Her clarion voice rings out upon the air: 
 Prepare, my friends, for our defense prepare! 
 
 Sons of Freedom, rise with power; 
 
 Buckle your bright armor on: 
 War's black cloud begins to lower: 
 
 Emulate our Washington. 
 
 For your country's honor, fight, 
 For her glory and renown. 
 
 For mankind's eternal right, 
 Cleave the traitor legions down. 
 
 For Columbia's daughters sold, 
 Sunk to infamy and shame; 
 
 For their sufferings untold. 
 
 For your fathers' deathless fame. 
 
 For the martyred freeman's blood, 
 For our heroes' fair renown, 
 
 For the holy laws of God, 
 
 Cleave the perjured traitors down. 
 
 On the dread momentous now 
 
 All futurity depends : 
 To eternal bondage bow, 
 
 Or maintain your rights, my friends. 
 
 For the welfare of mankind. 
 For the tears by captives shed, 
 
 Let your steel the tyrant find; 
 
 Cleave the proud oppressor's head. 
 
 Ancient heroes vigils keep; 
 
 From their heavenly seats look down: 
 Unborn millions joy or weep; 
 
 Future ages smile^or frown. 
 
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 On your valor now depends 
 
 All our country's fame and glory; 
 For your faults, now make amends ; 
 * Be the theme of future story. 
 
 Let the cruel tyrants know, 
 Slavery's wicked reign is o'er; 
 
 Sunk to everlasting woe, 
 Steeped in orphans' tears and gore. 
 
 For the rights your fathers bought, 
 With their valiant hearts' best blood, 
 
 For the precepts that they taught. 
 Treasured by the wise and good. 
 
 For immortal spirits crushed. 
 Withered by Oppression's frown; 
 
 For the press and pulpit hushed, 
 Cleave the perjured traitors down. 
 
 For poor little children torn 
 
 From their weeping mothers' breast, 
 Doomed to wretchedness forlorn; 
 
 For humanity oppressed. 
 
 For your country's soil laid waste. 
 For her honor's bleeding wound, 
 
 For poor slaves by blood-hounds chased. 
 Cleave the perjured traitors down. 
 
 Shall kind Mercy on them smile. 
 While foul wrongs are unredressed? 
 
 Mercy to oppressors vile 
 Cruelty is to the oppressed. 
 
 When sweet Mercy they shall seek, 
 Mercy to the traitors show: 
 
 When the galling chain they break, 
 Deal no more the crushing blow, 
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 Shed not traitors' blood in vain: 
 When her gentle power they own, 
 
 And submit to her mild reign, 
 
 Cease, 0, cease to cleave them down! 
 
 Prepare my friends, for our defense prepare! 
 
 Her lightning couriers the message bear. 
 
 From every Northern hamlet, hill and glen, 
 
 Spring up as by enchantment armed men. 
 
 They come with screaming fife and rolling drum ; 
 
 In proud array, the hosts of Freedom come ! 
 
 With canvas wide unfurled before the breeze. 
 
 Her gallant seamen hasten home from distant seas. 
 
 They come ! to strike her foes with terror dumb ! 
 
 On land and sea the cry is, still they come ! 
 
 Her gentle daughters cheer them on through every street, 
 
 With beaming eyes, and smiling faces sweet; 
 
 Fair hands unseen shed down sweet rosy showers, 
 
 And strew their ranks with blushing Spring's pure flowers. 
 
 They come with screaming fife and rolling drum! 
 
 The gallant legions of Columbia come I 
 
 Enlightened miUions constant blessings pour, 
 
 Until they reach j)lug-ugly Baltimore, 
 
 The Sodom and Gomorrah of the West, 
 
 The den of treason. Slavery's viper nest! 
 
 Here Massachusetts, ever foremost in the right, 
 
 Pours out her blood in Freedom's holy fight; 
 
 She that of yore, the hosts of Freedom led, 
 
 When for her cause her noblest heroes bled. 
 
 The glory of the South begins to fail; 
 Alarm and consternation now prevail; 
 The sprite that led them on with hopes elate. 
 Laughs at their fears, and leaves them to their fatei 
 Black Infamy's thick clouds around them gloom, 
 Obscure their sky, and seal their fearful doom. 
 
 The son of darkness in great anguish lies, 
 And to his father for assistance cries: 
 *' Look up, great sire, and see your bleeding son — 
 
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 Haste to the rescue: something must be done." 
 
 At this the prince of darkness spreads his wings, 
 
 And to his faithful servants, aid and comfort brings. 
 
 He finds his once proud son abjectly creeping, 
 
 With Southern maids and matrons round him weeping. 
 
 "My son," says he, "call Beauregard and Jeffy dear: 
 
 Let all our chiefs in council quick appear — 
 
 Ah, here they come — Illustrious champions, hear 
 
 A few plain words, and what you hear obey: 
 
 Then shall your prowess all opposers slay. 
 
 Lie low; into their secret councils creep; 
 
 Watch them by day, and when they lie asleep. 
 
 By day the deadly poison to them deal ; 
 
 At night upon their slumbers softly steal; 
 
 Our Southern powder make them smell, and feel 
 
 Our Southern steel, till every leader's life 
 
 Is food for powder, poison, or the knife. 
 
 Lie, steal, stab, torture, hang, burn, rob and plundei*, 
 
 Till all shall stand aghast with fear and wonder. 
 
 To honest Abe our majesty serene 
 
 Sends our respects in a superb machine, 
 
 (Infernal,) in the great rail-splitting trade 
 
 A great improvement, which myself have made. 
 
 In the dense forests' all-protecting shades. 
 
 Conceal yourselves in hidden ambuscades. 
 
 Lie low: dig pits and trenches under ground; 
 
 And, with masked batteries planted all around, 
 
 Deal swift destruction to our godly foes. 
 
 And send them to — their peaceful, sweet repose. 
 
 Keep dark: lie low: a warm reception give them; 
 
 From all our realms with double quick step drive them. 
 
 These whining Yankee bigots Puritanic 
 
 Shall learn to fear our sovereignty Satanic. 
 
 With bolts infernal they shall all be riven; 
 
 As once I shattered the bright hosts of Heaven." 
 
 The storm of battle rages fierce and wild. 
 Where Mercy through her tears so long has smiled; 
 Stern Justice draws his sword with frowning brow; 
 
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 The bright celestial hosts, approving, bow; 
 
 Fierce Yeugeance crimson Battle hovers o'er; 
 And outraged Mercy pleads their cause no more; 
 Eternal Retribution's awful form 
 Rides in the whirlwind, and directs the storm. 
 
 Wild scenes of devastation intervene; 
 Deserted homes and burning towns are seen; 
 And brothers, thirsting for each other's life, 
 In all the fury of fraternal strife; 
 With horrid sounds the blood-stained streets resound; 
 Huge heaps of slaughtered citizens abound; 
 Thick clouds of lire and smoke obscure the skies; 
 Heart-piercing shrieks and doleful groans arise ; 
 Poor mangled wretches pierce the ear of Night 
 With piteous cries, (Oh, horrid, ghastly sight!) 
 With pale, distorted features, wildly glare; 
 Their quivering flesh, lean wolves and hungry blood-hound J 
 While agonizing groans convulse the air. [tear. 
 
 Thus are they left to perish by fraternal hands, 
 Who disregard Humanity's demands. 
 And violate the everlasting laws 
 Of Nature and her God, the great first cause; 
 Who stifle Truth and Mercy's gentle voice. 
 And make Iniquity and Yice their choice; 
 Who disregard eternal, heaven-born Right, 
 Observe no law but that of brutal Might, 
 And crush their brethren down with iron heel, 
 Regardless of sweet Charity's appeal. 
 
 The clouds of gory Battle roll away; 
 And Heaven's sweet face reveals a brighter day. 
 In the glad South, with peerless glory crowned. 
 Fair Freedom smiles, where grim Oppression frowned. 
 What radiant beauty ! transporting sight 1 
 Supremely lovely and divinely bright I 
 By one approving glance of those bright eyes, 
 For all my toils beneath malignant skies 
 I am repaid; my sufferings in that dismal cell 
 I now forget — I know that all is well. 
 
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 Fair Science and sweet Piety her steps attend; 
 And Justice stern and gentle Mercy blend; 
 Great Nature all her mighty powers commands 
 To dp the labors of our feeble hands. 
 Art, Science, Fire, Air, Water, all combined, 
 Lighten the crushing burdens of mankind. 
 They cry aloud. We come your toils to brave ; 
 We '11 do your work ; the poor no more enslave. 
 For us no food, no raiment fine prepare ; 
 We ask no wages and no costly fare. 
 Yet we obey no brutal tyrant's will: 
 Our only king is Scientific Skill. 
 
 The earth no more requires degrading toil: 
 With giant strength the steam-plow cleaves the soil; 
 And many new and wonderful machines 
 Mow, reap, and thresh, and all the harvest glean; 
 Spin, weave, and sew, to clothe enfranchised man, 
 And teach him God's unerring bounteous plan ; 
 Prepare our paper, print, fold, press and bind 
 Our books, with radiant thoughts to clothe the mind. 
 
 The snorting engine, clinging to smooth iron bars, 
 Drags fiercely on huge trains of ponderous cars, 
 Swiftly conveying passengers and freight, 
 Regardless of his load's stupendous weight. 
 His magic power each heart with awe inspires: 
 Though always panting, yet he never tires. 
 Glaring with his terrific Cyclop eye. 
 Each mortal man he proudly passes by. 
 The mammoth steamer, Ocean's peerless queen, 
 With graceful bearing and majestic mien, 
 Old Neptune scaring to his inmost caves. 
 Moves boldly on in spite of winds and waves; 
 Proclaiming freedom to poor galley slaves. 
 
 Then Truth shall triumph over all her foes, 
 And usher in her gentle, peaceful train; 
 The blood-dyed earth shall blossom as the rose; 
 And foul Oppression never more shall reign. 
 The distant isles shall listen to her voice, 
 
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 And hail with joy, her lovely smiling daughter; 
 
 Benighted heathen nations shall rejoice; 
 
 And tyrants stain no more the earth with slaughter. 
 
 Before the brightness of her beaming face, 
 
 Blind Error's withered hosts shall flee away; 
 
 The Sun of Righteousness their shadows chase, 
 
 To dim no more her pure and perfect day. 
 
 I behold her bright form from high heaven descending, 
 
 Arrayed in pure robes of immaculate white, 
 
 With ten thousand bright seraphs and angels attending, 
 
 The light of the world, the supporter of right. 
 
 She brings light out of darkness, turns night into day, 
 
 And drives Superstition and Error away; 
 
 She spreads her bright mantle of light on the deep, 
 
 And arouses old Chaos from darkness and sleep. 
 
 Oppression and Discord flee far from her face; 
 
 And fair Science and Yirtue arise in their place. 
 
 She abides with bright seraphs — to mortals is given: 
 
 She visits the earth; but her throne is In Heaven. 
 
 In the beauty of holiness, shining above. 
 
 With her sweet beaming brightness, all nature she cheers ; 
 
 She enlightens all eyes, and each heart fills with love; 
 
 With her genial warmth, soul to soul she endears. 
 
 Yes, high above the everlasting hills, 
 She sits enthroned, and all Creation fills 
 With holy light; yet looking up with beaming face 
 To the great Source of light for every heavenly grace. 
 She fills all Heaven with pure empyreal light, 
 With radiance sweet, yet so intensely bright. 
 That glowing angels tremble to behold 
 Her splendor flooding all the streets of gold, 
 Yet gaze entranced upon her peerless beauty, 
 And listen to her voice to learn thek duty. 
 She fills the earth with mild celestial day. 
 And gently melts the captive's chains away; 
 She makes hard-hearted tyrants learn to glow, 
 And feel sweet sympathy for others' woe; 
 She breaks all fetters, makes the blind to see, 
 And learn that all who know her shall be free. 
 
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 O'er Nature's realms she spreads her cheering rays, 
 Where'er through space a wandering comet strays ; 
 Glows in the sun, and sheds her beams afar; 
 Smiles in the moon, and twinkles in each star; 
 Glitters in every dew-drop on the flowers ; 
 Sweetly descends in all our summer showers; 
 Deep in the bosom of her smiling God reposes; 
 Yet blushes in the violets and roses ; 
 Fills all eternity and boundless space; 
 Dwells in the heart of every child of grace; 
 Is heard in old Niagara's awful roar, 
 In mountain billows dashing on the shore, 
 In mad tornadoes, and each zephyr mild; 
 Is seen in blooming fields and deserts wild ; 
 Seen in the lightning's glare, heard in the thunder ; 
 Fills every pious heart with awe and wonder; 
 Vibrates in every gentle note of love, 
 When Nature's sweetest minstrels fill the grove ; 
 In silent meditation's still small voice 
 Is heard, and makes the inmost soul rejoice; 
 In mental visions glorious and bright 
 Is seen, to cheer the gloomy hours of night; 
 Pervades great Nature's mighty fabric fair, 
 In every odor that perfumes the air. 
 In genial warmth that wakens all her powers, 
 In every hue and tint of herbs and flowers, 
 In every color that bedecks the sky. 
 Or makes the landscape charming to the eye, 
 In every rapture that her scenes impart, 
 In each sensation, each emotion of the heart, 
 In every thought the drooping spirit cheers, 
 In every relic of departed years. 
 In each remembrance treasured in the brain, 
 Of love or hatred, pleasure, grief, or pain, 
 In every revolution of each world on high, 
 In every motion of each buzzing fly, 
 In every sound that vibrates on the ear, 
 In every aspect of the rolling year, 
 
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 The bloom of Spring, and Autumn's yellow leaves; 
 Sighs in the breeze, and in the tempest grieves; 
 Inspires each bosom with her vital breath ; 
 Gives peace through life, triumphant joy in death' 
 Presides o'er every branch of human knowledge, 
 From A, B, C, through every school and college; 
 In shining raiment clothes each spotless mind ; 
 Adorns the lowly and the most refined; 
 Cherishes youth, invigorates old age; 
 The rudest savage and most learned sage 
 Instructs ; confounds her foes, exalts her friends ; 
 Enlightens every nation, and attends 
 Life's journey from the cradle to the grave; 
 Frowns on the tyrant, and befriends the slave ; 
 Despises all concealment, and defies 
 The powers of darkness and the sire of lies. 
 With calm composure beaming from her eyes ; 
 Teaches the lame to walk, the dumb to sing; 
 And makes the beggar richer than the king : 
 As he looks up to mansions in the sky, 
 And sees the countless shining worlds on high. 
 Bright gems that gild this dark terrestrial ball, 
 She smiling says, " Your Father made them all." 
 Though mild and gentle, nothing can withstand 
 Her power: all nature moves at her command. 
 All things in Heaven and Earth her voice obey 
 But erring man, poor reptile of a day I 
 To her great power and majesty belong: 
 "With gentle wisdom she subdues the strong. 
 Archangels, seraphs bright, and saints depend . 
 Upon her word, and all her steps attend: 
 She is their guide, their counselor, and friend. 
 She charms their hearts; she leads their steps aright; 
 And God himself rejoices in her light. 
 Deep in his holy heart she is impressed, 
 The brightest jewel treasured in his breast. 
 She gently guides the rolling orbs on high, 
 In all their circuits through the ethereal sky; 
 
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 Curbs tiie wild comet in his rapid course, 
 With mild and gentle, but resistless force. 
 
 O'er all her foes she's destined to prevail; 
 Before her every haughty king shall quail ; 
 Whatever impious tyrants dare presume 
 To disobey, shall meet a fatal doom. 
 Slain by her radiance so intensely bright, 
 Withered to nothing by resistless light. 
 Like lightning bursting from the cloud's dark bosom, 
 She '11 sweep away, with swift Destruction's besom, 
 All proud opposers of her sacred cause ; 
 Till all mankind observe her righteous laws, 
 Revere the wisdom of her gentle daughter, 
 And cease to stain the earth with impious slaughter; 
 Together live like one great family, 
 In peace and plenty, love and harmony, 
 And seek her earnestly as hidden treasure: 
 Then will she pour out all her blessings without measure 
 
 No lordly master then shall wither with his frown, 
 And crush, with iron heel, his trembling vassals down ; 
 Ko sordid miser shut compassion from his breast, 
 Lock up his darling treasures in his iron chest; 
 And drive poor shivering houseless wanderers from his door. 
 The bounteous earth shall yield her choicest latent store, 
 And feed her children all alike, the rich and poor. 
 No starving peasant then shall pick his scanty meal, 
 And see the sons of sloth their costly banquet deal; 
 No poor down-trodden slave his thankless labor urge. 
 And, trembling, take his pittance and the bloody scourge ; 
 No mothers weep for children snatched from their embrace , 
 And, shrieking, sold like beasts in every market-place ; 
 No frantic little children weep for mothers sold ; 
 No deathless spirit bartered for accursed gold; 
 No reeking lash their bleeding, quivering flesh shall tear; 
 No piteous cries for mercy rend the startled air. 
 
 Revolving years are swiftly hastening on the day, 
 When all their proud oppressors shall be weak as they, 
 And their posterity shall be as rich as theirs, 
 
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 And serve no more their poor, degraded, vulgar heirs. 
 The mighty leveler shall lay their tyrants low, 
 And change their proud, imperious mien and lordly brow : 
 In the cold bosom of the earth alike shall sleep, 
 Alike forgotten they that laugh, and they that|weep. 
 Grim-visaged War shall bathe the earth in blood no more, 
 Nor shock our ears with horrid Battle's dreadful roar, 
 The booming cannon, rolling drum, and screaming fife, 
 The shouts, the groans, and shrieks mixed in the bloody strife. 
 Fell Murder shall no more his wicked hands imbrue 
 In human gore, and^helpless orphan's cheeks bedew 
 With tears, and claim a hero's fair renown and glory, 
 With garments]^dyed in blood, and visage grim and gory, 
 Be sung by fervid bards, the darling gem of story. 
 Intemperance no more her votaries consume; 
 Nor pale Disease consign her victims to the tomb ; 
 Affliction and Sorrow shall lose all their power ; 
 And Pestilence and Famine no more shall devour. 
 For every malady a remedy she '11 find, 
 And cure all diseases of the body and mind. 
 
 On bright seraphic wings, she shall forever soar [plore 
 Through Nature's boundless realms; with ceaseless joy, ex- 
 All heights and depths ; with keen all-searching eye, behold 
 Her treasures richer far than diamonds, pearls, and gold; 
 With hand Divine, unlock her bright celestial store, 
 And on the wondering world her bounteous blessings pour. 
 Fair Science shall her steps attend, and plastic Art; 
 Rouse slumbering Nature, and new energy impart 
 To all her latent powers ; touch every hidden spring, 
 And from her inmost breast the choicest ti'easures bring. 
 
 She shall ascend the brightest heaven of invention; 
 Dwell with the lowly in the deepest condescension; 
 Teach all the elements to labor for mankind, 
 And lifeless matter to obey man's ruling mind, 
 To start to life, stand ready at our call, to fly 
 ^o distant lands our wants and wishes to supply; 
 Fire, air, and water, hitched to her triumphal car; 
 Fierce lightnings send on friendly messages afar; 
 
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 Make the wild winds and waves her gentle voice obey, 
 
 And safely o'er the deep her precious freights convey ; 
 
 Make ISTatare's mighty powers subservient to her will ; 
 
 Teach them to build our dwellings and our lands to till^ 
 
 Provide our raiment, and our food prepare, 
 
 On winged winds convey us through the air, 
 
 And teach proud man his fellow man to spare ; 
 
 Till Discord, Yiolence, and Wrong are fled, 
 
 And impious Slavery hides his odious head. 
 
 *' Yes there are hearts, prophet Hope may trust, 
 
 That slumber yet in uncreated dust," 
 
 That are awaiting her Divine command, 
 
 To leap to life bright from her plastic hand, 
 
 Replete with knowledge, charity, and love. 
 
 With glowing zeal descended from above, 
 
 And heavenly genius' pure celestial flame, 
 
 Ordained to gild the paths of deathless fame ; 
 
 " Ordained to fire the adoring sons of earth 
 
 With every charm of wisdom and of worth ; 
 
 Ordained to light with intellectual day 
 
 The mazy wheels of Nature as they play. 
 
 Yes, thy proud lords, Columbia, shall see 
 
 That man has yet a soul, and dare be free. 
 
 Truth shall restore the light by Nature given, 
 
 And, like Prometheus, bring the fire of Heaven. 
 
 Prone to the dust, Oppression shall be hurled, 
 
 Her name, her nature, withered from the world." 
 
 A nobler race shall cultivate these plains. 
 With freemen's blood swift coursing through their veins: 
 These wasted fields, these barren hills of sand, 
 Be tilled by Freedom's scientific hand ; 
 Which shall their lost fertility restore, 
 Clothe them with flowers and verdure as of yore, 
 And all their wasted energies renew, 
 ** The juice nectarious and the balmy dew," 
 Shed down from Heaven's majestic arch of blue, 
 In crystal drops from mild ethereal skies, 
 Sparkling in silent Night's observant eyes. 
 
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 Then Liberty, with mild and gentle sway, 
 Shall usher in a brighter, happier day ; 
 Rule all the joyous nations of the earth; 
 Teach kings her right Divine and royal birth ; 
 Revisit every isle and barbarous shore, 
 And all the people's sacred rights restore ; 
 Serenely smile on all the rescued world, 
 With all her glorious banners wide unfurled, 
 Inspired by love Divine and holy Truth, 
 Radiant and blooming with immortal youth ; 
 To poor degraded slaves her hand extend ; 
 Humble proud tyrants, and the weak defend; 
 Protect the poor, foul tyranny destroy; 
 And reign our peerless queen, our pride, and joy — ' 
 With her twin brother. Reason, at her side, 
 Calm and sedate, her counselor and guide; 
 Investigating Nature's latent powers, 
 And all her minerals, her herbs, and flowers. 
 
 Her deep, mysterious, all-pervading laws 
 He searches out, and finds the great first cause ; 
 Prom thickest darkness, with his flint and steel, 
 Elicits sparks that hidden truths reveal ; 
 And, from a few faint sparks of heavenly fire, 
 Kindles pure flames that to the heavens aspire. 
 He dives into Philosophy's deep ocean, 
 Allaying all its storms and wild commotion ; 
 Up to its surface glittering treasures brings, 
 Pit to adorn the court of sceptered kings. 
 To search out mysteries hidden from the wise. 
 With Truth's pure eye-salve he annoints his eyes; 
 Till he undazzled can behold her face. 
 And all her lineaments distinctly trace. 
 
 With eagle eye, all nature he surveys; 
 Planets and suns, and blazing comets weighs, 
 Fluids and solids, and pure ether rare, 
 Minutest atoms lighter than the air, 
 Imponderable things like heat and light, 
 And things insensible to touch and sight, 
 
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 Stern, stubborn facts, unwieldy, hard and stiff, 
 • Poised in his scales by the momentous if, 
 
 All whims and fancies flitting through the brain, 
 Hondr and shame, joy, pleasure, grief, and pain, 
 Conceit and folly, vanity and pride. 
 Fierce passions that his patient toils deride ; 
 Kind Nature's habits, and her sudden freaks. 
 Each glance and aspect of her eyes and cheeks; 
 Observes her countenance, and learns to trace 
 Her secret purposefin her changeful face; 
 Things seen, and facts, disjointed and alone. 
 Combines, compares — and grasps the vast unknown. 
 Of pure ideas he builds his fabrics bright; 
 Outlasting Egypt's pyramids ; their light 
 Diffusing through all nations and all ages; 
 Delighting patriots, heroes, saints and sages. 
 
 With Truth to guide their steps, their hearts to cheer, 
 See them pursue their peaceful, bright career. 
 Each to the other generous aid extends ; 
 And each the other strengthens and defends ; 
 And from their union every virtue springs, 
 Of common people, noble lords and kings.* 
 
 * Reason and liberty are essential to human accountability. With- 
 out reason to distinguish between right and wrong, and liberty to 
 choose or reject, no creature can be held accountable for his actions. 
 From these two powers all our virtues spring. If we were deprived 
 of either, we should lose the similitude of God, and be no longer moral 
 agents ; but mere machines, incapable of virtue or vice ; like the 
 fabled giant, strong and blind, or the starving captive, surrounded by 
 all manner of delicious food, in full view, but beyond the reach of hife 
 chain. 
 
 Of what avail is reason to a slave? Is he allowed to follow its 
 guidance, or to obey the dictates of conscience, the voice of God whis- 
 pered in Reason's ear? Is he not entirely subject to the will of his 
 master, who has usurped the place of his Maker, and claims absolute 
 ownership of his flesh and blood, bones and sinews, his physical 
 strength and mental powers, impiously denying him the right to cul 
 tivate his own mind, to express his own thoughts, or to use his own 
 limbs for his own benefit ; trampling his reason and conscience under 
 foot ; crushing out his manhood, and defacing the image of his Creator, 
 
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 How beauteous on the mountains are the feet 
 Of Liberty and Truth! their voices sweet 
 Good tidings to mankind aloud proclaim. 
 Look down, Sun ! and blush no more for shame ! 
 Behold, O Moon! refulgent queen of night, 
 With smiling face, behold the lovely sight! 
 Ye twinkling stars, shed down your sweetest ray I 
 Oppression's crimson stain is washed away. 
 Her horsemen and her steeds are overthrown 
 In the Red Sea, a thousand fathoms down. 
 Ye rivers, lakes, and mountains lift your voice; 
 Ye dreary wilds, and barren wastes, rejoice; 
 Ye hills and dales, array your cheeks with smiles; 
 And sing aloud for joy, ye distant isles. 
 
 The joyful earth, relieved of all her foes, 
 Shall sweetly smile, and blossom as the rose ; 
 Rejoice in bounteous harvests of the field; 
 From all her mines, the richest treasures yield. 
 
 who made him a little lower tlian the angels ; degrading him to the 
 condition of the beasts that perish, and selling him in the market-place 
 with as little regret as if he were a piece of wood? 
 
 Is he not compelled to disregard the commandments of his God, and 
 do the bidding of his master, however abhorrent to reason, religion 
 and humanity, or fall a martyr to his own inflexible virtue ? Do not 
 the lash that tears his flesh, and the iron that binds his limbs, enter his 
 very soul, and chill the life-blood of his deathless spirit, blast its holy 
 aspirations, and crush the tender leaves of hope, corrode and canker 
 the sweet flowers of virtue, brutalize and wither all his faculties ? 
 Who does not shudder at the thought, and like the sentimental Sterne, 
 spontaneously exclaim : '* I cannot endure the picture of confinement 
 which my fancy has dra^Rii ?'- And yet, can any fancy-sketch exceed 
 the grim reality, the ghastly picture of slavery, drawn by the faithful 
 pencil of Truth? Who can comprehend its spirit-crushing power, 
 that has never tasted of the bitter cup, and known by sad experience, 
 " how sharper than a serpent's tooth it is" — to be a slave ? Alas ! how 
 few poor slaves have ever realized the mental bliss sung by the Christ- 
 ian poet : 
 
 '' The oppressor holds 
 
 The body bound, but knows not what a range 
 
 The spirit takes, uaconscious of a chaiii," 
 
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 Amid the howling wilderness, shall rise 
 Resplendent cities, towering to the skies, 
 With glittering domes, and Heaven-directed spired ; 
 Teeming with wealth, and all the heart desires. 
 O ! then this heavenly power Divinely bright, 
 Shall reign supreme in everlasting light; 
 With Liberty, sweet child of heavenly birth, 
 Shall rule the spacious, renovated earth; 
 Together blooming in immortal youth: 
 And every smiling land shall know the truth ; 
 All errors, faults, and frailties, plainly see; 
 Lay them aside, and be forever free. 
 
 She shall forever reign in every clime, 
 With her fair daughter, Liberty. When time 
 Shall cease to roll, the sun to shed his light, 
 The stars to twinkle in the vault of night, 
 The moon to wander through the azure sky; 
 And all shall cease but immortality ; 
 She shall not fade, but, in perennial bloom, 
 Shall shine unsullied by all Nature's gloom. 
 
 What lovely vision of celestial light 
 Descends to earth, and bursts upon my sight t 
 I see her seated on her dazzling throne,. 
 And all the world her mild dominion own. 
 Close by her side, in spotless robes arrayed,. 
 Sits Righteousness, serene and undismayed 
 By all the tumults of this world below, 
 Pure and unsullied as the virgin snow, 
 Without a shade of passion on his brow; 
 With joy, beholding her unrivaled charms, 
 And wide extending his protecting arms, 
 Subduing all commotions and alarms. 
 
 At her right hand, awaiting her commands, 
 Ready to bear each word to distant lands, 
 And all her rich exuberant treasures pour 
 On isles remote, and ocean's wildest shore, 
 Faith, Hope, and Charity, serenely smile; 
 With snow-white breasts, and lips that know no guile; 
 
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 Arrayed in robes of pure unsullied light; 
 With beaming eyes so beautifully bright. 
 Untiring Industry, in modest dress, 
 Plies all her useful arts the world to bless. 
 
 Athletic Labor rears his stalwart form, ■ 
 Unscathed by summer heat or wintry storm ; 
 Lifts up his head, and sees with sparkling eyes 
 His proud, majestic monuments arise 
 Magnificent, and kiss the smiling skies. 
 Fleets, cities, churches, towers, and temples grand, 
 Bedeck the ocean, and adorn the land. 
 Proud of his toils, and of his strength aware, 
 His limbs refuse the tyrant's chains to wear. 
 His head is filled with curious Yankee notions, 
 Which keep his brains in wonderful commotions; 
 He now begins to calculate the cost 
 Of muscle, which for idlers he has lost. 
 He drops his tools; he pauses and reflects; 
 And then, he guesses, reckons and expects. 
 If he should strike, (0 horrible to utter!) 
 Some gentlefolks might lack for bread and butter. 
 
 He stands erect; his fetters breaks and dashes down; 
 Kings, queens, and nobles, tremble at his frown. 
 Before the terrors of his flashing eye. 
 Foul Slavery's guilty minions, quaking, fly. 
 With giant strength, he snaps each galling chain, 
 And sternly smiles to see Oppression slain. 
 With conscious rectitude upon his brow, 
 To haughty masters he no more will bow ; 
 On them the fruits of honest toil bestow no more, 
 Nor in the lap of sloth his earnings pour. 
 All that his hands have made he calls his own: 
 He hurls king Cotton from his tottering throne ! 
 While rapturous minstrels sweet triumphant sing: 
 Cotton is dead ; and Labor is our king I 
 The toiling millions, with united voice. 
 In chorus sing glad pseans, and rejoice. 
 
 A pleasant smile arrays the face of Truth, 
 
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 To see the spirit of the honest youth. 
 She, for his crushing toils to make amends, 
 The gentle sisters, Art and Science, sends, 
 To soothe his cares, to make his pathway bright, 
 And teach him how to use his strength aright. 
 She sends him wisdom, honor, fame and power, 
 And competence in many a golden shower, 
 That all the world her lessons may regard, 
 And faithful merit meet its just reward; 
 With sweetest voice, the elements commands 
 To lift the burden from his weary hands. 
 Unlock kind Nature's rich, exhaustless store, 
 And on his head her ceaseless bounty pour. 
 
 Fire, air and water, listen to her voice. 
 And make the howling wilderness rejoice. 
 In every rocky glen and valley green, 
 Machine-shops, mills and factories, are seen; 
 Machines to till and fertilize the soil, 
 To clothe mankind, and lighten human toil. 
 Prepare our food, and all our wants supply. 
 Array the earth in beauty, and explore the sky. 
 Each mountain torrent pauses in its course 
 To gather strength, and with redoubled force, 
 As through the flume its restless waters pour, 
 Driving the vast machinery with gigantic power, 
 Performs the labor of ten thousand hands ; 
 Grinds, spins and weaves; supplying all demands; 
 Obeying Art and Nature's fixed decree; 
 Still rushing onward, struggling to be free; 
 Ordained to work its passage to the sea. 
 
 Before his face vast forests melt away, 
 And turn to blooming meads and gardens gay; 
 Rich waving fields of golden grain appear. 
 The bounteous harvest of the rolling year; 
 Ten thousand hills are clothed with pastures green, 
 Where peaceful herds and flocks adorn the scene; 
 The towering mountain's sides they cluster round; 
 With glittering domes its lofty head is crowned. 
 
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 By him all nations are supplied with bread; 
 By him proud kings and nobles, clothed and fed. 
 To Labor's scientific hand 'tis given; 
 To wipe away the curse pronounced by Heaven, 
 This blighted ^arth to Eden's bloom restore,' 
 And drive " the meager fiend" from every door. 
 Shall he, ordained the world from want to save. 
 To lazy, idle tyrants be a slave? 
 
 Sweet smiling Peace and bounteous Plenty meet, 
 And lift their joyful voices in the street; 
 Economy and Prudence, now no more afraid 
 Of Penury, with Generosity, kind maid, 
 And sweet Contentment, walking hand in hand, 
 Scatter their riches through each happy land; 
 And gentle Patience, ever meek and mild. 
 Her beautiful, confiding, filial child. 
 At sorrow smiling — now released from care, 
 Is doomed no more Afiliction's load to bear. 
 Poor weeping Mercy dries her streaming eyes; 
 Swiftly descending from the bending skies, 
 Sweet Piety and Virtue, loveliest of her train, 
 Keturn, rejoicing, to the earth again; 
 Proud tyrants humble, and poor slaves defend; 
 Restrain the mighty, and the weak defend ; 
 Subdue oppressors, and protect the poor — 
 Till tender-hearted Pity weeps no more. 
 
 In beauty far outshining all the rest, 
 Celestial Wisdom leans upon her breast; 
 With beaming face, and radiant eye serene. 
 Surveys the wide-extended, charming scene; 
 Looks through the present back upon .the past, * 
 And forward while eternal ages last. 
 All hidden things to her keen vision open lie, 
 Around, beneath, and far above the sky. 
 Up to the Heaven of heavens she lifts her eyes, 
 Where rapturous scenes of endless glory rise; 
 All past and present scenes alike can see. 
 And pierce the veil of dim futurity ; 
 
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 And the deep bosom of eternity. 
 Replete with holy light and love Divine, 
 With heavenly radiance all her features shine. 
 
 Tdn thousand times ten thousand glorious forms of light, 
 Arrayed in shining robes of spotless, dazzling white. 
 Around her stand, and with the ether blend, 
 As far as mortal vision can extend. 
 They tread the earth- — " on sightless couriers of the air," 
 Fly far and wide, her messages to bear. 
 
 The merry hearted damsel, where is she? 
 Can she be found in this bright company? 
 The sympathetic, smiling, blue-eyed maid. 
 With fairy feet that bounded through the shade? 
 She of the snowy breast and waving hair. 
 The laughing eye, the rosy cheek so fair. 
 And ruby lip — ! where is she? ! where? 
 She of the syren tongue, and magic voice. 
 That charmed mankind and made the world rejoice? 
 Her tender-hearted sister's anxious eye 
 Wanders in vain throughout the earth and sky. 
 O'er all the ocean, and the blooming land. 
 To seek her lovely form amid this brilliant band. 
 
 All these are but faint emblems, shadows dim 
 Of the transcendent majesty of Him 
 Who fills immensity, the countless suns supplies. 
 That blaze refulgent through the boundless skies; 
 Creates, embodies, and pervades with light 
 Ineffable, all that's beautiful and bright; 
 Turns Nature's darkness into glorious day; 
 On sightless eye-balls pours the visual ray; 
 Sets free the captives of the cheerless tomb ; 
 Clothes Death's cold cheek with bright immortal bloom; 
 Awakes to life each radiant heavenly form; 
 Calms the wild ocean and the raging storm; 
 Enthroned above the glittering streets of gold, 
 Too bright for saints or angels to behold. 
 His glory veils with vivid dazzling light: 
 Bright seraphs are impure and sinful In his sight; 
 
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 Before the brightness of his face the heavens flee, 
 The trembling earth, and the affrighted seaj 
 Withered to naught at his all-searching view, 
 They pass away, and are created new. 
 
 Dear Lord, dost thou to me this boon impart, 
 To see thy glory? — Now let me depart. 
 Father, my cruel enemies forgive; 
 O spare! let them a little longer live. 
 Till they, with joy, thy holy truth believe, 
 And free salvation from their sins receive. 
 May they no more their wicked ways pursue! 
 Forgive them ; for they know not what they do. 
 0! break Oppression's cruel, galling chain! 
 O'er all the world in truth and mercy reign. 
 To helpless slaves extend thy tender care; 
 Our country save, this guilty nation spare. 
 Forgive — His heart dissolved in this brief prayer- 
 He dropped his shattered tenement of clay. 
 And gently, sweetly passed from earth away. 
 
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 ]BY A. «SM:^aL.lLi-riSTEI> FA-RMIER. 
 
 " Ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you free." 
 
 '« Where the Rplrit of the Lord is, there is liberty." 
 
 *' Stand fast, therefore, in the liberty wherewith Christ hath made us free. 
 
 
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