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C"M-ire is a rousing poetical appeal, conceived in
the right spirit, uttered io the right form, made nt the
riht limo, and addressed lo the right people. Down
with this pro slavery Union!
From the Liberty Bell.
The Worth of the Union.
Brave heart of granite Amines.?,
Thai to our Northland gives
The bounding tido of vulor's blood,
The pulse whereon she lives;
Why beats that pulse so feebly.
That wag wont to leap so high?
Why bend so low, thou stubborn neck,
To lha Sauthrou's chivalry?
Sons of the bravo New England!
Ye are plundered, ye lire whipt.
Ye are shot, and hanged, and fettered;
Yet how dumb and lily lipped
Are your brothers, are your fathers,
Are the rulers of your land,
'av, linking with the murderer's.
Their own heart and their hand!
O Brothers of the Northland!
What means that huelnst lipt
Have ye no blood to crimson aught
But the Southron's knife and whip?
No drop in all your fluttering hearts
That pallid cheek to tinge?
Or why so very lily-like
Do ye nod, and duck, and cringe?
Ha! children of the Meekness,
Is it Peace ye love so well,
Whose boast is in your warrior sires.
And the rights for which they fell,
That ye have borne thus tamely
The insolence of those
Whose bounty lives in thievery
Whose chivalry is blow?
See, now, those rights are trampled
ByjSlavery's iron hoof,
And the honor of your Mothers
This day is put to proof;
lo are but base-born cowarde,
Begot by drivelling slaves,
If yet so meanly ye endure
The whip that o'er ye waves.
Have ye not borne enough, end more,
The menace and the blow?
Or will ye crouch again, and lick
The foot that spurned ye bo?
How many a Northman's blood must teed
The Southron's famished sod,
And reeking from tha blighted plains,
Appeal from Mao to God;
How many a Hall of Freedom,
In horrid sacrifice,
'Mid the howl of Slavery's hell dogs,
Go blazing to the skies;
How many a trembling matron
Watch o'er her banted ton,
In whom the taint of Liberty
Has brought the loud pack on,
Ere ye find your blanching Manhood,
And rise upon their track;
And with strong heart end band
At their peril bid them back?
Calmly ye saw your symbol Bird
On another's dove-cote stoop,
And bear away his flittering prey,
At one destroying swoop;
Yo saw him tear the Baby
From the ahribking Mother's breast,
.Fleshing bis beak in its soft check ;
And still your hands could rest.
Now bis impartial hunger
Demands another prey,
And from your own warm hearth fires,
He'plucks your sons away.
Their blood, of Man unheeded.
O'er Heaven's high wall doth climb.
To plead against the robber-land,
Where mercy is a crime.
From far Floridia hear ye not
The gride of the prison duorf
And jibe heavy clank of dungeon chains
From blood stained Baltimore?
These are the bolts and manacles
New England's children earn,
When thair generous souls, with pity,
For their bleeding brothers yearn.
Low pining in bis noisome vault,
With burning heart and brain,
Shall the pale and dying captive
Appeal to you in vainf
Then must the damp-mouthed dungeon,
More pitiful than ye,
"With its putrid breath of poison,
Bid the prisoned soul be free.
Now by our Human Nature,
Wrung to its last extremes
Of tyrant wrong, and servile fear,
Of suffering love, and vengeance drear,
And by tha nightmare dreams
Of gorged Oppression's bloated fiend,
With tinman blood replete,
StBrtled by terrors from above,
And mines beneath his feet,
And by your plundered households,
And your brothers' murder shrieks,
By your redly blazing temples,
Whose every lira tongue speaks;
By Alton's deafening death-cry,
And Cincinnati's shame,
By Peonsylvaaia's glowing Hall
Her Freedom's funeral flame,
By all the Southern dungeons
That bold your crimeless sons,
And the despairing bondman's prayers
And burning malisons,
Be roused from shameless slumbering!
Tha band is at your throat,
That from the Clack man's forehead
The crown of Manhood smote.
Now speak! or, dumb forover,
Trail on your clanking chain,
And give your white cheek to the brand,
And creep around your plundered land
On pliant knee and coward hand,
In Slavery's spaniel train!
Put no your ancient valor,
And rise, if yet ye can,
Till the haughty Tyrant trembles
Before the upright Man;
And from Canadian forests,
O'er all our rugged hills,
On to Virginia's mountains,
One voice like thunder thrills,
Down with the bloody Union!
Mighty alone to spoil!
Wrench off its anaconda folds,
Or perish in their coil!
Plurk down that fustian banner,
Whose stars gloam redly there,
Like demon eyes, wide-blighting all
Beneath their savage glare;
And rend its streaks of crimson,
Types of tho hungry lash,
Thnt ploughs its livid furrows deep
On woman's naked flesh!
"No Union with Slaveholders!"
Down with the blood-streaked flag!
Trample the gore-writ Compact
With Slavery' wrinkled hag!
We snap the bond which held us;
And, to remotest time,
Stand severed from the robher land,
Where mercy is a crime!
The Christian Colony.
The highest gifts my iraul has received, during its
world pilgrimage, have often been bestowed by those
who were poor, both in money and intellectual culti
vation. Among these donors, I particularly remem
ber a hnrd-working, uneducated mechanic, from Indi
ana or Illinois. He told me he was one of thirty or
forty New Englandere, who, twelve years before, had
gone out to settle in the western wildernees. They
were mostly neighbors, and had been drawn to unite
together in emigration from a general unity of opin
ion on various subjects, ror some years previous,
they had been in the habit of meeting occasionally at
each others' houses, to talk over their duties to God
and man, in all simplicity of heart. Tho library
was the Gospel, their priesthood the inward light.
There were then no anti-slavery societies; but thus
taught, and reverently willing to learo, they had no
need of such agency, to discover their duties to the
enslaved. The efforts of peace societies had reach
ed this secluded band only in broken echoes; and
non-resistance societies had no existence. But with
the volume of the Prince of Peace, and hearts open
to his influence, what need had they of preambles
and resolutions?
Rich in God-culture, this little band started for the
far West. Their inward homes were blooming gar
dens; they made their outward in a wilderness. They
were industrious and frugal, and all things prospered
under thair hands. But soon wolves came near the
fold, in the shape of reckless, unprincipled adven
turers; believers in force and cunning, who acted ac
cording to their creed. Tho colony of practical
Christians spoke of their depredations in terms of
gentlest remonstrance, and repid them with unvary.
ing kindness. They went farther they openly an
nounced, "You may do us what evil you choose; we
will return nothing but good." Lawyers came into
the neighborhood, and offered their services to settle
disputes. They answered, "We have no need of
you. As neighborn, we receive you in the moat
friendly spirit; but for us, your occupation has ceased
to exist." "What will you do, if rascals burn your
baras, and steal your harvosts?" "We will return
good for evil. We believe this is the highest truth,
and thorefore the best expediency."
When the rascals heard this, they considered it a
marvellous good joke, and said and did many provok
ing things, which to them seemed witty. Bars were
taken down in the night, and cows let into the corn
fields. The Christians repaired the damage as well
as they could, put the cows in the barn, and at twi
light drove them gently home; saying, "Neighboi,
your cows haye been in my fiold. I have fed them
woll during the day, but I would not keep them all
night, lest the children should suffer for their milk."
If this was fuu, those who planned the joke found
no heart to laugh at it. By degrees, a visible change
came over these troublesome neighbors. They ceas
ed to cut off horses' tails, and break the legs of poul
try. Rude boys would say to a younger brothar,
"Don't throw that stone, Bill! When I killed the
chicken last week, did'ot they send it to mother, be
cause they thought chicken broth would be good for
Mary? I should think you'd be ashamed to throw
stones at their chickens." Thus was evil overcome
with good; till not one was found to do tharn wilful
Years passed or, and saw them thriving in worldly
substance, beyond their neighbors, yet beloved by all.
trom them the lawyer and the constable obtained no
fees. The sheriff stammered and apologized, when
he took their hard-earned goods in payment for the
war-tax. They mildly replied, "Tis a bad trade,
friend. Examine it in the light of conscience and see
if it be not so." But while they refused to pay such
fees and taxes, they were liberal to a proverb io their
contributions for all useful and benevolent purposes.
At the end of ten years, the public lands, which
they bad cbosea for their farms, were advertised for
sale at auction. According to custom, those who had
settled and cultivated the soil, were considered to have
a right to bid it in at the government price; whichat
that time was 1 25 per acre. But the lever ot laad
speculation then chancad lo run unusually high. Ad
venturers from all parts of the country were flockiag
to the auction; and capitalists in Baltimore, Philadel
phia, New Vork, and Boston, were sending agents to
buy up weitern lands. No one supposed (bat custom, 1
or equity, would be regardod. The first day's sale
showed that spcculatiou ran to the verge of insanity.
Land was eagerly bought in, at seventeen, twenty
five, and forty dollars an acre. The Christian Colo
ny had small hope of retaining thmr farms. As first
settlers, they had chosen the best land; and pcrsever
ing industry had brought it into the highest cultiva
tion. Its market value was much greater than the
acres already sold, at exorbitant prices. In view of
these facts, they had preparod their minds for anoth
er remove into the wilderness, perhaps to be again
ejected by a similar process. Bat the morning their
lot was offered for sale, they observed w ith grateful
surprise, that their noighlors were everywhere busy
among the crowd, begging and expostulating: Don't
bid on these lands! These men have been working
hard on tbem for ten years. During all thut time,
ihey never did harm lo man or brute. They are al
wa)s ready to do good for evil. They are a blessing
to any neighborhood. It would be a sin and a shame
to bid on their land. Lei Ihem go, at the government
The sale came on; the cultivators of the soil offered
1 25; intending to bid higher if necessary. But
among allthat crowd of selfish, reckless speculators,
not one bid over them! Without one opposing voice,
the fair acres returned to (horn. I do not knuw a
more remarkable instance of evil overcome with
good. The wisest political economy lies folded up in
the maxims ot lhnsl.
With delighted reverence, I listened to this unlet
tered backwoodsman, ns he explained his philosophy
of universal love. What would you do," said I,
"if an idle, thieving vagabond i. ame among you, re
solved to atay, but determined not J o work?" 'We
would give him food when hungry, shelter him when
cold, and always treat him as a brother." "Would
nut this process attract such characters? How
would you avoid being overrun wiih them?" "Such
characters would either reform, or not remain wiih
us. We should never speok an angry word, or re
fuse to minister lo their necessities; but we should in
variably regard them with the deepest sadness, as we
would a guilty, but beloved son. This is harder fur
the human soul to bear, than whips or prisons. Thev
could not stand it j I am sure they could not. It would
either melt ihem, or drive them away. In nine cases
out of ten, I believe it would melt thoin."
I felt rebuked for my want of faith, and consequent
shallowness of insight. That hard handed laborer
brought greater riches to my soul than an eastern
merchant laden with pearls. Aga;n I repeat, moDuy
is not wealth.
Daniel O'Connell.
The following is an extract from the late travels of
viscount U'Ar.mgcourt, now publishing, in continua
tion of Waldie's Library:
O'Connel broke up the assembly, and then still
surrounded by adulation, incense, and homage, took
the road to Tar a Hall, an immense mansion belonging
to Mr. Lynch, and situated at the foot of the Mountain
of Kings. There, under a vast lent, a banquet of
from one thousand to one thousand two hundred covers
was prepared, at which the Liberitor was to preside
The managers of the entertainment had included mo
among the guests; a mom had been kept for me in the
house, and i was told tiiat my place at table wuuld be
by tho side of the illustrious chief. I went to Tura
Hall accompanied by Henry Gratian. I was most
eager lo enter into conversation with O'Connol, and I
was conducted to a small sitting room, whither he had
retired to enjoy some repose after the exertions of the
morning. The great Hall of the mansion was full of
company: he was to join them at a later hour.
Only one or two of the Liberator's most intimate
fnenda, and the host's daughter, the pretty Miss Colli
erine Lynch, were with him. He welcomed me with
gracious courtesy, and made mo sit on the sofa hestde
him. I had thus an opportunity of regarding hi in at
my leisure.
O'Connell is tall, and strongly built; one would
suutj mm io uo a wrestler ot me oioon ume. llm
eye is animated and intelligent, his voice is keen and
sonorous. He expresses himself elegantly and quietly,
and with convincing sincerity end earnestnenn. flis
gestures are orten dignified, and though Ihere is a
certain vulgarity in his physiognomy, yet his deport
ment is majestic, lie possesses, moreover, all the goud
qualities and all the defects necessary for a popular
orator, being by turns rough and Bmooth, energetic
and yielding, courteous and abrupt.
Our conversation wasextremoly animated; hespoke
of the Queen with profound respect, and of her Gov
ernment with bitter scorn.
"Wellington," said he to me, "was born six miles
from Tara, and this Irishman thinks only how he can
most injure Ireland: he will nol succeed, I hope.
Besides he has solved a problem for mo; he has proved
thai without actions of real merit, without superior
talents, one may become a great man entirely by acci
dent and chance. It was al the very moment when
he was about lo fly from Waterluo that he found him
self suddenly victorious: and he was the last who ex
pected it."
1 was anxious to speak to O'Connell of the dangers
of rebellion, and of the risks they themselves ran who
opened to others ihe career of revolt.
"I, like you, bate sedition," he answerer; "but np
pression is also odious to me. I do not labor to over
throw, but to be free. I shall triumph by the force of
principle, by the irresistible progress of human thought;
by the breath of civilization, which confers a new ex
istence on mankind, and by the support of a God of
Justice. I shall have no need of war."
"You miy be attacked persecuted."
"Persccjiioos! let tbem come. They will increase
ai y power."
"But if the sword quit the sheath? If the axe
menace your heads?"
"Oh , then, I have but to say' one word, and on the
following day I shall have under my banner an army
of five hundred thousand men, nay, a million if ne
cessary." "How would you arm your troops?"
"Nothing easier! They would take tho enemy's
It has been affirmed that O'Connell's bead, next
to that of Napoleon, is the broadest and largest that
has ever been known,
muskets and cannons fro.a him, The enemy himself
would pans over lo their colors with arms an I bag.
gage. I should still conquer wiihoul fighting."
O'Connell spoke with persuasive eloquence. Thisr
old man, who is said to be near his seventy-fifth year,
retains in his features and thoughts all the energy of
a more vigorous age.
"You are a poet?" he resumed. "Here nresomi
lines 1 composed yesteiday, before tho meeting of
He read me the following stanza:
"Oh, Erin! shall it e'er be mine
To wreak thy wrongs in battle lino,
To raise my victor head and see
Thy hills, thy dales, thy people free?
That gleam of bliss is all I crave
Between my labors and ihe grave."
for the Countv of Cork.
From the New York Tribune.
Letter from Cassius M. Clay.
IIobace Grgely, Esa The deep and heartfelt
remonstrances of friends, elicited by my apparent
willingness to report to the Duel, displayed in the first
number of the True Amencon, noiwithstHiiding tho
very peculiar and trying circumstances in which I
have been placed, have led me to give this much deba
ted subject my most serious and deliberHto reflection.
Whilst I shall ever contend for the right of self de
fence where the civil power cannot or WW nor come
to my rescue: so where the laws ere sufficient lor pro
tection and ihe public sentiment enforces them, there
I am willing to confess that the Duel cannot be justi
fied. Having fully tested the legal and moral power
of my native State, to which I owe inviolate allegi
ance, I feel that I owe it to her to our National Re
ligion and to the Spirit of ihe Age, that I should sub-
ject myself to their sole protection. I therefore for
mally pledge myself never again to offer or accept a
challenge, or in any manner to give Duelling my
countenance or support. JJelieving thai this annun
ciation would not only be agreeable to you, but to
many friends who have been so kind as to manifest an
interest in my humble fortunes, associated in some
s'ight di gree with the cause of Republicanism and
rjtionnl Liberty, I venture to ask for this note an in
sertion in yoar wide spread columns. Ytir friend
and ob't servant, C. M. CLAY.
Letter from Cassius M. Clay. Lexington, Ky, July 4th, 1845.
"Live your Enbmt." The following was first
published in the London Christian Ouserver:
A sluvo in one of Ihe West Indies, who htid origi
nally come Irom Africa, having been brought under the
iofluenre of religious instruction, became singularly
valuable to his owner, on account of Ins integrity and
general good conduct. A Tier some time his master
taised him to a situation of some consequence in llio
management ol bis estate; and on one occasion, wish
ing to purchase twunty additional slaves, employed
him to make the selection, giving him instruction to
choose those who were strong and likely to make
goud workman. The man went to tho slave market
and coirmenced his scrutiny. lie had not long sur
veyed the multitude offered for sale, befors he fixed
his eye upon an old and decrepit slave, and told hi
master that he must be one. The poor fellow begged
that he might be indulged; when the dealer remark
ed, that if ihey were uboutla buy twenty, he would
give them thut man it) the bargain. The purchase
was accordingly made, and the slaves were conducted
to the plantation of their master; but upon none did
tho selector bestow half the attention and care, thnt
ho did upon tho poor old decrepit African. He took
him to his own habitation, and laid htm upon his own
bed; ho fed him at his own table, and gnve him drink
out i f his own cup; when ha was cold he carried him
into the sunshine; and w hen he whs hot, he placed
him under the shade of the cocoa-nut tree. Aston
ished at tho attention ibid confidential slave bestowed
upon a fellow slave, bis master interrogated bun up
on the But jvct. He said, "You could not take so
much intercut in the old man, but for some special
reason: he is a relution of yours: perhaps your lath
er?" "No, massa," answered lha poor lullow, "he
no my lader." "He is theu an older brother?" "No,
ma s.i a, he no my broiler!" "Then he is an uncle,
or some other relation?" "No, massa, he no be my
kindred at all, nor even my friend!" "Then," asked
the master, "on what account docs he excito your
interest?" "He my enemy, massa;" replied tho
slave; "he sold me io the slave dealer; and my Bible
tell me, when my enemy hunger, feed him, and when
he thirst, give htm drink."
Good for Evil Escape op a Slatb. A vessel
from Charleston, S. C, arrived at our wharves a few
days since. Among other goods and chatties, she
brought one likely slave. Suun after her arrival, the
slave wag sent on shore on an errand. Henry soon
perceived that his shackles had fallen i.ff upon our
free soil; or it may be that some friend of our "pecu
liar institutions" gave him a hint thai his master,
having brought him voluntarily into the area of free
dom, a was at his own option whether tu remain or
return to the sunny South. Strange as it may seem,
tho black man preferred the rugged North, and at our
last advices was well on his way toward Canada.
Now this is what we call returning good for evil.
When colored men from the North go South, they aro
seized and shut up in prison; but when colored men
from the South come to (he North, they are bid wel
come to the whole area of freedom. Boston Trav.
A fugitive from the blessings and floggings of the
"patriarchal institution," as Ihey are dispensed in the
city of Charleston, S. C., passed through town last
wank. Ilis master, he staled to us, was a Methodist
clergyman, who preached on Sunday and raced
horses on weekdays. He had always been kindly
treated himself, but last winter his master sold his
wife and the mother of his two children to go to New
Orleans, and when io Ihe phrenzy of agony at being
thus torn away and separated forever, the poor slave
attempted to rescue ber from the hands of the pur
chaser, a blood hound was set upon him and lore bis
flash for which he could not forgive his master. He
leaves his two children acd a mother at ill in bondage
to the reverend horse jockey, end only desires for
himself to labor for a living in the Iree air and
among ihe free men of the North. Springfield Cat

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