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pictures shall cause the knees of the base pirates | wonderfully endowed, the fact that they have emwho congregate in the den of iniquity, to smite to-ployed their talents in upholding a system which gether.
crushes and kills the minds of millions. But here Known to God only, is the dreadful amount of hu- in the slave prison, I saw them in another light.man agony and suffering, which, from this slave-jail, The fascinations of genius, which, like the silver has sent its cry, unheard or unheeded of man, up to veil of the Eastern Prophet, had covered them, fell His ear.
The mother weeping for her child—the off, and left only the deformity of tyranny. I lookwife separated from her husband, breaking the ed upon the one as the high priest of slavery, minnight silence with the shriek of breaking hearts! istering at its altar, and scowling defiance to the reNow and then an appalling fact shed light upon the ligion and philanthropy of christendom—the fitting secret horrors of the prison house. In the winter champion of that southerndemocracy, whose approof 1838, a poor colored man, overcome with horror priate emblem is the SLAVE-WHIP, with the neat being sold to the South, put an end to his life by gro at one end, and an overseer at the other. And cutting his throat.
with God's immortal children, converted into merFrom the private establishment we next proceed-chandize, I thought of Henry Clay's declaration : ed to the old city prison-built by the people of the “ 'That is property which the law makes property," United States—the common property of the nation. and that “ two hundred years had sanctioned and It is a damp, dark, loathsome building. We passed sanctified slavery."
. . I saw the inti. between two ranges of small stone cells, filled with mate and complete connection between the planter blacks. We noticed five or six in a single cell which who raises the slave for market, the dealer who seemed scarcely large enough for a solitary tenant. buys him, the legislator who sustains and legalizes The heat was suffocating. In rainy weather, the the traffic, and the northern freemen, who by his rote keeper told us that the prison was uncomfortably places that legislator in power. In the silence of my wet. In winter, there could be no fire in these cells. soul, I pledged myself anew to liberty; and felt at The keeper, with some reluctance, admitted that he that moment the baptism of a new life-long consereceived slaves from the traders, and kept them unti] cration to the cause. God helping me, the resoluthey were sold, at thirty-four cents per day. Men tion hich I then formed, shall be ed to the of the North! it was your money which helped pile uttermost! the granite of these cells, and forge the massy
I left that prison with mingled feelings of shame, doors, for the benefit of slave traders ! It is your sorrow, and indignation. Before me was the great property which is thus perverted !
dome of the capitol; our national representatives But to me this prison had a painful and peculiar were passing and re-passing on the marble stairsinterest. It was here that Dr. Crandall, of New over all, the stripes and stars fluttered in the breeze York, was confined for several months. His health which swept down the Potomac. I was thus com. was completely broken down, and he was released pelled to realize the fact, that the abominations I had only to find a grave. Do you ask what was his looked upon, were in the District of Columbia—the crime? He had circulated among some members of chosen home of our republic—the hearthstone of our his profession, at Washington, a copy of a pamphlet national honor—that the representatives of the nawritten by myself, on the subject of slavery, and in tions of Europe here looked, at one and the same favor of freedom! Here in darkness, dampness, and glance, upon the capitol and the slave jail. Not long silence, his warm, generous heart died within before, a friend bad placed in my hand, a letter from him. And this was in Washington—in the metro Seidensticker, one of the leaders of the patriotic polis of our free country—in the nineteenth cen- movement in behalf of German liberty in 1831. It tury.
was written from the prison of Celle, where he has Scarcely an hour before my visit to the prison, I been for eleven years a living martyr to the cause had been in the senate chamber of the United States of freedom. In this letter, the noble German exI had seen the firm lip, the broad, full brow, and presses his indignant astonishment at the speeches of beaming eye of Calhoun, the stern repose of a face Calhoun and others in Congress on the subject of written over with thought, and irradiated with the slavery, and deplores the sad influence which our deep, still fires of genius. I had conversed with slave system is exerting upon the freedom of EuHenry Clay, once the object of my boyish enthusi. rope. I could thus estimate in some degree the asm, and encountered the fascination of his smile, blighting effects of our union of liberty and slavery, and winning voice, as he playfully reproached me for upon the cause of political reform in the old world, deserting an old friend. I had there, in spite of my strengthening the hands of the Peels and Metter. knowledge of its gross perversion to the support of nichs, and deepening around the martyrs and conwrong, felt something of that respect and reverence fessors of European freedom the cold shadow of which is always extorted by intellectual power. For their prisons. All that I had said or done for the the moment I half forgot, in my appreciations of the cause of emancipation heretofore, seemed cold and gifts of genius with which these men have been so trifling at that moment, and even now, when I am
disposed to blame the ardor and enthusiasm of some of my friends, and censure their harsh denunciations of slavery and its abettors, I think of the slave jails of the District of Columbia, and am constrained to exclaim with Jonathan Edwards, when, in his day, he was accused of fanaticism; " If these things be enthusiasms, and the fruits of a distempered imagi. nation, let me still ever more possess them." It is a very easy thing, at our comfortable northern firesides, to condemn and deplore the zeal and extravagance of abolitionists, and to reach the conclusion that slavery is a trifling matter, in comparison to the great questions of banks and sub-treasuries; but he who can visit the SLAVE MARKETS of the DISTRICT, without feeling his whole nature aroused in indignation, must be more or less than a man.
Amesbury, 30th of 10th mo., 1843.
Shall scenes like these the dance inspire,
Or wake th' enlivening notes of mirth?
Other sounds, I ween, were there,
When they closed on Waterloo.
Has sooth'd the pangs of recent sorrow,
When our race have passed away,
LANDING OF THE PILGRIM FATHERS.
BY FELICIA D. HEMANS.
ON SEEING IN A LIST OF MUSIC THE
A moment pause, ye British fair,
While pleasure's phantom ye pursue,
Awful was the victory,
Veil'd in clouds the morning rose;
Nature seem'd to mourn the day
How unfit for courtly ball,
The breaking waves dashed high
On a stern and rock bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky
Their giant branches tossed;
The hills and waters o'er,
On the wild New England shore.
They, the true-hearted, came;
And the trumpet that sings of fame.
In silence and in fear;-
With their hymns of lofty cheer.
And the stars heard and the sea ! And the sounding aisles of the dim woods rang
To the anthem of the free.
See the highland warrior rushing,
Firm in danger, on the foe,
His native pipes' accustom'd sound,
Or wake his sleep on Waterloo.
See the foaming charger flying,
See the bullets through his side
The ocean-eagle soared
From his nest by the white wave's foam, And the rocking pines of the forest roared
This was their welcome home!
Amidst that pilgrim band ;-
Away from their childhood's land ?
Lit by her deep love's truth; There was manhood's brow serenely high,
And the fiery heart of youth.
What sought they thus afar?
monster that springs into existence in the increasing Bright jewels of the mine?-
consumption of tea and coffee. When men dashed The wealth of seas ?—the spoils of war?-- from their lips the wine-cup, they felt sensibly the They sought a faith's pure shrine !
absence of the usual stimulus, and thoughtlessly
deemed that health demanded a substitute. But the Ay, call it holy ground,
appetite was morbid and artificial ; and true wisdom, The soil where first they trod!
instead of gratifying it with opium, tobacco, tea or They have left unstained what there they found; coffee, would dictate the entire disuse of every anFreedom to worship God.
natural stimulant. The castor has supplanted the decanter, and is faithfully nursing an appetite which
may gather such strength of importunity, that men DIETETIC REFORM.
shall forget their vows and fall back to their low esBY JAMES SELLERS, JR.
tate of sensuality. Individual reform does not pause.
If we cease to progress, we are g adually swept “ A few nerves hardly visible on the surface of the tongue, back by a strong current of animality to that abyss create most of the endless stir around us.”.
DR. W. E. CHANNING. from which we have emerged. How important, then, It is not essential to our view of this subject, that is the relinquishment of those fiery condiments we consider the perfection of the physical frame the which foster every animal passion of our nature, sole object of life. Either they who discard the and disturb the equable manifestation of the loftiest idea that soul and body are separate entities, or they sentiments of the human soul. who look upon the outward man as the mere taber- It cannot be expected that any partial reform shall nacle of the spirit, must upon proper scrutiny admit secure to us that exemption from the appeals of our the superior claims of this reform, or call in question lower nature which is the gift only of perfect obetruths which they have been wont to style self-dience. Subserviency to one appetite perpetually evident.
endangers the freedom of the noblest soul. The Science and general truth through all their stages sword of the warrior will not be sheathed before the of development have tended to confirm the intuitive- knife of the butcher: and men who look complaly-perceived fact of intimate relationship and decently upon the death-struggle of the lamb or the ox pendence between body and mind. And now, when will scarcely shrink from the gallows, or the mur. the particular branches of Physiology, Anatomy, derous scenes of war. In the refined circles of soci. and Phrenology are enveloped in clustering revela-ety how many freely partake of that flesh whose tions of the same great truth, the importance of the hideousness the cook has partially concealed; and subject under consideration is becoming more dis- yet did necessity impose upon them the slaughter tinct. Then as a mere instrument for superior and preparation of the carcase, would well nigh faint mental conception and labor, the physical frame at the bare thought of the task. To such we sug: should be regulated with an eye to the highest de gest that what we do by another is essentially the gree of purity and perfection.
act of our own hands—that the blade of the carving. Yet, however evident this fact may be to the en- knife is dyed as deeply as that which opens the quiring mind, few as yet have felt and acknowledged vein of the struggling victim. It is said, by sensithe defects of the present dietetic habits of the race. tive ones, to be vulgar and indelicate to mention these
With all the apparent ignorance which prevails things. So said the slave-holder when reminded of upon this vital matter, it is a little singular that the his lust and concubinage. But the true soul shrinks presentation of truth concerning it, almost invariably not from the utterance of truth, however it may jar awakens at least a partial response in the breast of upon the sensual ear.
If the social arrangements the hearer. Thus when the standard of abstinence are such that we cannot see the work of our own from alcohol was reared in this wine-bibbing nation, hands, some friendly arm is needed to withdraw the despite the fact of its enthronement upon the dining veil which shrouds the action from the actor. Intable, the sideboard, in the dancing saloon, the select tellect recedes before the fattened herd, and moralimeeting, and even on the altar of the Church, the ty grows faint beside the meat-block, while human wine-cup was felt to be the den of a serpent as dead- sympathy sickens and dies upon the threshhold of ly in its sting, as sly in its approaches; and the the slaughter-house. How vain then will be our faithful note of warning from the earnest advocate appeals on behalf of defenceless humanity, when the of this cause, seemed to fall upon ears not entirely earth is deluged with the blood of the innocent vic. insensible to the presence of danger. The same re-tims of our lust and sensuality. To the purified mark is true of the kindred but more prevalent palate it is a source of surprise that men do not turn draughts of tea and coffee. These dishes daily steam from the revolting diet of animal flesh and secreupon the table of the veteran tee-totaler. And the tions, to the sweet feast of fruits and grains, which Washingtonian, dealing his resistless blows upon the Nature has lavished upon her great board around hydra-head of alcohol, fails to observe the double ) which we are all permitted to gather. What!-says
the high-liver-would you cut us off from the gener- | mass from a state of perpetual delving to one of comous pleasures of the table ? Alas! he is indeed a parative leisure and freedom from toil. short-sighted epicure who lives to eat.
Now, there is a great truth in thus banding togewho takes his unleavened cake to keep warm the ther more closely the interests and labours of the blood in his veins, knows ought of table-pleasures in race, yet if men will gratify their lusts by the sacritheir largest sense. His is an appetite that never fice of the highest attainments of intelligence and palls-a debauch followed by no morning aches, and morality, associated action will free them, in the bringing no ghosts of misspent hours and squander- pursuit of these gratifications, from a vast amount of ed funds.
necessary drudgery. Hence the tendency of this One of the beauties of the Temperance reforma accumulated power will only be to pander more suction is, that upon which the changes have been much cessfully to sensuality, unless preceded or accomrung, and with no little justice-its wealth-giving panied by Dietetic Reform. power. The rum-bottle and the ragged-elbow are As it is an act fraught with danger to the bywont to be thought inseparable companions. Many standers to place in the hands of a fettered maniac loaves of wholesome and nourishing bread cannot the file or the saw, so may association prove a curse be reduced to a pint of poison,” says the tempérance by placing within the reach of the sensualist supeeconomist, « without diminishing actual wealth.” rior facilities for vice than present society confers,
Six acres of soil, any one of which would give Nothing then, can be more obvious than the fact the bread of life to three human beings, cannot ex- that human progression has for its basis bodily haust their produce upon the ox that scarce sustains purification. If the philanthropist would wit. the gross existence of one flesh consumer, without ness the overthrow of slavery, the cessation of robbing the individual and the race of that mental war, the abolition of the gallows, or the triumph of and moral culture which is their birth-right. temperance, let him withhold from his table car
Female loveliness, cultivation and accomplish cases and condiment, and all that shall prove a ment shall be utter strangers to the farm, while snare to the pure young souls that gather around his dairy-slavery imposes its shackles upon our maidens, board. And if he be an ardent lover of his race his stripping them of those moments which are their efforts will not cease here, but his testimony will be inalienable right by virtue of the graces given to a beacon-light upon every point of Eternity's coast improve therein.
the shifting waves of Time may cast him. Complaint has been uttered that woman has failed to contribute her just proportion to the general trea
THOUGHTS IN A LIBRARY. sury of science and literature ; but until the crucible supplants the cream-jug, and the butter-print is relinquished for the pen, it will be folly to hope for Speak low-tread softly through these halls ! other results. The great fact stares us in the face, Here genius lives enshrined, that in this particular, as elsewhere, 'tis Eve that Here reign in silent majesty proffers the forbidden fruit to Adam. It is no cause The monarchs of the mind. of surprise that refined men and women shrink from
A mighty spirit-host they come labor when so much of it lies in cattle-stalls, and
From every age and clime,cow-yards. Labor, when redeemed from these and
Above the buried wrecks of years other excrescences, will be viewed as the legitimate
They breast the tide of Time. sphere of the divine man. Woman shall then find her highest attributes dependent upon exertion, and
And in their presence chamber here shall throw off the doll now imposed by society, that
They hold their regal state, she may assume more readily her divine character. And round them throng a noble train, Health and virtue both call for physical exercise, for
The gifted and the great. as the humours of the system stagnate, and the Oh! child of toil! when round thy path muscles grow weak in a state of bodily torpidity- The storms of life arise ! so a life on the productions of another's labor de- And when thy brothers pass thee by stroys the force of conscience, and lowers the moral With stern unloving eyes! standard. It may be urged that society has no fur
Here shall the Poets chant for thee ther claim upon him who throws into the common treasury a quota of intellect. This may be true of
Their sweetest, loftiest lays,
And Prophets wait to guide thy steps society, but false when applied to the individual
In wisdom's pleasant ways. member, for nothing short of the divine right to labor can satisfy his claims.
Come, with these God-anointed kings Much eloquence and logic has been spent latterly Be thou com ion here; upon a variety of projects for that associated action And in the mighty realm of mind whose economies shall abolish poverty, and lift the Thou shalt go forth a Peer.
BY ANNE C. LYNCH.
LETTER FROM C. C. BURLEIGH importunate appeals, may reach the hearts and awak. To an Anti-Slavery Convention, for Eastern Pennsyl
en the consciences of all. Douglas, as a living witvania, held at Norristown, Eighth-month 1, 1842.
ness of the secrets of slavery's prison house, may
speak that he doth know, and testify that he hath Montpelier, Seventh-month 28, 1842.
seen of its cruelties and abominations. He may reThough, as you are well aware, I cannot be with veal the foul hypocrisy and daring blasphemy of its you in person at your grand gathering in Norristown priestly defenders ; may show in his sarcastic iminext week, yet neither can I consent to be wholly tations, how, with sanctimonious looks and whining absent. Fain would I, that you and all my beloved tones of pretended piety, they impiously charge fellow-laborers there assembled, should think of me upon God the making of one man to be a slave, and not as now a stranger or a foreigner ;-as one re- another to be a slave owner; and how, with cool efmoved from among you, and belonging to another frontery, pointing to those physical and mental difscene of action. Let me still be counted as one of ferences which slavery, and its hard toil and enyou. Let my place be kept for me, as if I had but forced ignorance on the one hand, and slaveholding stepped aside for a moment, soon to be in it again. | luxury and pride on the other, have wrought, they It is hardly needful to assure you that I shall be with call them tokens of His design, that one should you in spirit, and that, separated as we are for a time, serve and the other command ; proofs of His wisdom I still feel a lively interest in whatever concerns our and goodness in fitting each for the lot assigned common cause, in that—so long my own-field of him. And the tried old veteran, with his undimmed labor. So long! nay, still my own; for so I regard eye and unabated natural strength, his resolute look, it, and look forward with glad anticipation to the and calm, determined manner, before which the time, as not far distant, when we shall be once more blustering kidnapper and the self-important opprestogether; and, shoulder to shoulder in the same sor have so often quailed :-with his tales of oppres. rank of the anti-slavery ‘nost, press forward in the sion baffled, and freedom gained by many a filying arduous struggle wherein you have so often aided bondman; with the scars of a hundred battles, and and cheered me on. My heart is with you now, and the wreaths of a hundred victories, in this glorious words cannot speak the joy it would give me to be warfare ; with his example of a half a century's at your meeting, to celebrate with you the glorious active service in the holy cause, and liis still faith. jubilee of the West India slave; to plan with you ful adherence to it through evil as well as good rethe future toils which are to win a still more glori-port, and in the face of opposition as bitter as sectaous jubilee for the captives of our own land ; to rian bigotry can stir up—may show that persecution kindle anew each other's zeal, infuse into each cannot bow the head which seventy winters could other's souls fresh energy and resolution, re-nerving not blanch, nor the terror of excommunication chill them for the conflicts we have yet to meet ; and the heart in which age could not freeze the kindly flow once more unite with you in solemnly pledging to of warm philanthropy. But it was not the rememthe cause, our time, our strength, our talents, our brance of these which led me to say you need no substance, and whatsoever it be “ wherewith the voice of mine to summon you to duty. The voice Lord our God has blessed us," as means for being which calls you is louder than ever swelled up from co-workers with him in delivering the spoiled out of human lips. It is pouring ever its thrilling tones the hand of the oppressor.
into your ears, and into your souls—from the cotton I know you need not my admonition, to remind field, from the rice swamp, from the sugar plantayou of your duty, nor my voice to arouse you to do tion, from the man-market of your nation's capital, it, nor my words of cheer to encourage you onward from the desolate huts of the bereaved—bereaved by in the good work. Nor is it only because others a stroke more terrible than death,—from the slave. will be there to stir you up to action, that you need ship's hold, and from the dusty highway, where no word from me. Not merely because Collins will chained coflles drag wearily along their mournful be with you, and Douglas—a brand plucked from march. It speaks in the clank of fetters, the crack the burning--and the veteran Hopper. That these of brandished whips, and the harsh words and angry are to be present I am glad to hear. That they will oaths of drivers and overseers. It rings out from the help to pour into your souls new life, and awaken auction hammer as falls to sunder human hearts, new activity, and animate you with a more devoted and is heard in the auctioneer's call, “ who bids” spirit of self-denial, and quicken your zeal and in- for imbruted manhood. All sounds of wo blend in spire you with a greater energy and perseverance, I that mighty voice;-all sighs of sorrow heaved by rejoice to believe. Collins, with his vehement and broken hearts; all cries of anguish in its many scorching rebukes, may make pro-slavery writhe, notes, from the infant's scream and mother's pierc. may startle the indifferent, and goad the indolent to ing shriek, as they are rudely torn apart, to that action; with his spirit-kindling battle-cry may give deep groan which speaks the strong man's agony at increased alacrity to those who have risen and gird- the loss of loved ones dearer than his life; whatever ed them for the moral fight; and with his earnest, I tells the still night air and the watching stars of