BY JOHX G. WHITTIER.

From each and all, if God hath not forsaken
LINES.

Our land, and leit us to an evil choice,
Written on the adoption of Pinckney's Resolutions, in the Loud as the summer thunderbolt shall waken
House of Representatives, and the passage of Calhoun's

A PEOPLE'S VOICE. “ Bill of Abominations" to a second reading, in the Senate of the United States.

Startling and stern! the Northern winds shall bear it

Over Potomac's to St. Mary's wave;
And buried Freedom shall awake to hear it

Within her grave. Now, by our fathers' ashes ! where's the spirit

Of the true-hearted and the unshackled gone ? Oh, let that voice go forth! The bondman sighing Sons of old freemen, do we but inherit

By Santee's wave, in Mississippi's cane,
Their names alone? Shall feel the hope, within his bosom dying,

Revive again.
Is the old Pilgrim spirit quench'd within us?
Stoops the proud manhood of our souls so low,

Let it go forth! The millions who are gazing
That Mammon's !ure or Party's wile can win us Sadly upon us from afar, shall smile,
To silence now?
And nnto God devout thanksgiving raising,

Bless us the while. No. When our land to ruin's brink is verging,

Oh, for your ancient freedom, pure and holy,
In God's name, let us speak while there is time !
Now, when the padlocks for our lips are forging,

For the deliverance of a groaning earth,
SILENCE IS CRIME!
For the wrong’d captive, bleeding, crush'd and lowly,

Let it go forth! What! shall we henceforth humbly ask as favors

Sons of the best of fathers ! will ye

falter Rights all our own? In madness shall we barter,

With all they left ye peril'd and at stake?
For treacherous peace, the freedom Nature gave us, Ho! once again on Freedom's holy altar
God and our charter ?

The fire awake!

Here shall the statesman seek the free to fetter?

Prayer-strengthen’d for the trial, come together, Here Lynch law light its horrid fires on high ? Put on the harness for the moral fight, And, in the church, their proud and skill'd abettor, And, with the blessing of your heavenly Father, Make truth a lie?

MAINTAIN THE RIGHT!

It comes to thee, Alton, by day or by night,
Where Freedom's champion stood ;

Weep-for a brother fallen !--weep for him
And the child, when he hears it, shall cry for light, Who first hath found a glorious martyrdom!
Though the sun is high, and the day is bright; Weep for the broken heart !—the desolate home,
And the mother, in frantic mood,

Whose light of gladness is for ever dim! Shall shriek as it mutters, the cradle near, Who of us, next, on Slavery's bloody altar In a whisper so loud that the dead might hear, Shall meet bis doom? Thou only knowest, God! "I AM BLOOD!-THE VOICE OF BLOOD!''

Yet will we tread the path our brother trod, Trusting in Thee! Our spirits shall not falter

Amid the darkness of the coming strife, In street, lane, and alley, in parlor and hall,

Though drunk with agony the soul should reel ! That sepulchre voice is there

Here, Lovejoy! on thy bloody grave we kneel, Crying.--"Hear, hear the martyr's imploring call! o God! see the blood !- how it follows the ball, All—for the slave!

And pledge anew our fortune-honor-life-
As he sinks like the song of despair;

Farewell!-thy rest is won !
But I come—the precursor of sorrow, I come

One tear for thee-then, strengthened, press we on! In church-aisle and dwelling, in cellar and dome,

To cry with the tongue of the air ;

BY JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL.

«« «O could ye not hear when the young mother plead

For the babe starting wild by her side ?-
Must her husband's cold bosom then pillow her head,
And her warm kiss, impressed on the lips of the

WENDELL PHILLIPS.
dead,
Excite no emotion but pride !
I tell thee, Proud City, the vengeance of God,
Shall be felt, if not feared, on thy Golgotha sod,

He stood upon the world's broad threshold; wide

The din of battle and of slaughter rose;
Where the Martyr of Liberty died.'»

He saw God stand upon the weaker side,

That sank in seeming loss before its foes; Wake, wake, Illinois ! for through prairie and Many there were who made great haste and sold glen

Unto the cunning enemy their swords; There is blood !-there's the voice of blood ! He scorned their gifts of fame, and power, and gold, It bids thee arouse, or the rust on their chain

And, underneath their soft and flowery words, Shall scar the fair necks of your daughters—a stain Heard the cold serpent hiss; therefore he went

Bleach'd alone by your hearts' hot flood; And humbly joined him to the weaker part, Your sons low in manacles crouch at your feet Fanatic named, and fool, yet well content Where the prairie-fowl starts at the young lamb- So he could be the nearer to God's heart, kins'

And feel its solemn pulses sending blood
In the fields where your free dwellings stood. Through all the wide spread veins of endless good.

DY JOHN PIERPONT.

THE TOCSIN.

Even there,-ere Freedom's vows ye’ve plighted,

Ere of her form ye’ve caught a glimpse,

Even there are fires infernal lighted, . If the pulpit be silent, whenever or wherever there may be a sinner, bloody with this guilt, within the hearing of its

And ye're driven out by Slavery's imps.* voice, the pulpit is false to its trust.'-D. WEBSTER. Ah, well!--50 persecuted they Wake! children of the men who said,

The prophets' of a former day! · All are born free!'-— Their spirits come Go, then, and build yourselves a hall, Back to the places where they bled

To prove ye are not slaves, but men! In Freedom's holy martyrdom,

Write · FREEDOM,' on its towering wall !
And find you sleeping on their graves,

Baptize it in the name of Penn;
And hugging there your chains,-ye slaves ! Ar.d give it to her holy cause,
Ay,-slaves of slaves! What, sleep ye yet,

Beneath the Ægis of her laws;-
And dream of Freedom, while ye sleep?

Within let Freedom's anthem swell ;Ay,-dream, while Slavery's foot is set

And, while your hearts begin to throb, So firmly on your necks,—while deep

And burn within you

Hark! the yell, The chain, her quivering flesh endures,

The torch,—the torrent of the Mos! Gnaws, like a cancer, into yours ?

They're Slavery's troops that round you sweep,

And leave your hall a smouldering heap !t
Hah! say ye that I've falsely spoken,
Calling you slaves ?—Then prove ye're not ;

At Slavery's beck, the prayers ye urge
Work a free press 5-ye'll see it broken ;*

On your own servants, through the door Stand to defend it !-ye'll be shot.-t

Of your own Senate,—that the scourge O yes! but people should not dare

May gash your brother's back no more,Print what the brotherhood' won't bear!

Are tramplerl underneath their feet,

While ye stand praying in the street !
Then from your lips let words of grace,
Gleaned from the Holy Bible's pages,

At Slavery's beck, ye send your sonst

To hunt down Indian wives or maids,
Fall, while ye're pleading for a race
Whose blood has flowed through chains for ages;

Doomed to the lash! - Yes, and their bones,
And pray,-- Lord, let thy kingdom come!'

Whitening 'mid swamps and everglades,

Where no friend goes to give them graves, And see if ye're not stricken dumb.

Prove that ye are not Slavery's slaves ! Yes, men of God! ye may not speak,

At Slavery's beck, the very hands As, by the Word of God, ye're bidden;

Ye list to Heaven, to swear ye're free, By the pressed lip,—the blanching cheek,

Will break a truce, to seize the lands Ye feel yourselves rebuked and chidden;I

Of Seminole or Cherokee ! And, if ye're not cast out, ye fear it;

Yes,--tear a flag, that Tartar hordes Aud why?- The brethren' will not hear it.

Respect, and shield it with their swords !S Since, then, through pulpit, or through press,

* Bear witness, that large“ upper room,' the hay-loft To prove your freedom ye're not able,

over the stable of the Marlborough Hotel, standing Go,-like the Sun of Righteousness,

upon the ground now covered by the Marlborough By wise men honored, -to a stable!

Chapel; the only temple in Boston, into which the Bend there to Liberty your knee !

friends of human liberty, that is, of the liberty of man

as man, irrespective of color or caste, could gain ad. Say there that God made all men free!

mittance for the annual meeting of the Massachusetts

Anti-Slavery Society, January 25th, 1837. Bear * Bear witness, heights of Alton !

witness, too, that smaller room in Summer street, † Bear witness, bones of Lovejoy!

where a meeting was held the same day, by members # Bear witness, Grounds of Complaint preferred of the same Society; where their only altar was an against the Rev. John Pierpont, by a Committtee of iron stove,--their only incense, the fumes of a quantity the Parish, called “The Proprietors of Hollis street of cayenne pepper, that some of the 'imps' had sprinkMeeting house,” to be submitted to an Ecclesiasticalled upon the hot stove-plates, to drive the friends of Council, as Reasons for dissolving his Connexion with the freedom of all men out of that little asylum. said Parish, July 27th, 1840: one of which runs thus: tBear witness, ye ruins of Pennsylvania Hall !-Because of his too busy interference with questions of a heap of ruins made by a Philadelphia mob, May legislation on the subject of prohibiting the sale of 17th, 1838,--and allowed to remain a heap of ruins, ardent spirits ;-of his too busy interference with ques- as I was lately told in Philadelphia, from the fear, on tions of legislation on the subject of imprisonment for the part of the city government, that, should the noble debt ;—of his too busy interference with the popular structure he reared again, and dedicated again to controversy on the subject of the abolition of slavery.' | Liberty, the fiery tragedy of the 17th of May would be And this, in the eighteen hundred and fortieth year of encored. Him whom the Lord sent to proclaim liberty to the * Bear witness, Florida war, from first to last. captives, and the opening of the prison to them that Bear witness, ghost of the great-hearted, brokenare bound !'