Freedom Township (part 4 of 4)

But the subject refuses to be treated lightly. The vast interests at stake on both sides, and the immediate urgency of the crisis, compel the mind to sobriety and solicitude in the contemplation of it. No truly wise man will look upon the antislavery doctrine as mere folly, or on the promulga- tion of it as idle breath. It is the measureless power of that sentiment - and all its power lies in its truth - that wakens this alarm; audit is the consciousness of holding such a weapon in their hands, that makes the anti-slavery masses at the North pause, lest in attempting to use it for good, they should, unwittingly, do harm. For such a sentiment, who can fail to feel respect ? Who would not despise himself if his own bosom were destitute of it ? But, by as much as I respect it in others, and would cherish it in myself, by so much will I resent all playing upon it by political men for party or personal ends, and fear lest it betray me into pusillanimity and inertness where the times demand action for humanity and God. It is a serious question for all honest anti-slavery men throughout the land, in what way they can most wisely and hopefully quit them of their responsibility in relation to this thing. Their action as citizens should, unquestionably, be restricted by the just limits of their civil responsibility ; as men by those of their moral responsibility. Even within those limits, they should act with a wise moderation, and in a generous spirit of candor and kindness. But one thing is abundantly certain, that by ignt)ring the responsibility, they do not get rid of it ; by turning their backs on the obligation, they will not get it discharged. Still the terrible /ac^ remains. Sti/l^ the tears and blood of the enslaved are daily dropping on our country's soil. Throw over it what veil of extenuation and excuse you may, the essential crime and shame remains. Believe as kindly as you can of the treatment which the slaves receive of humane and christian masters ; it is only on condition that they first surrender their every right as men. Let them dare demur to that, and their tears and blood must answer it. That is the terrible fact ; and our country is the abettor, the protector, and the agent of the iniquity. Must we be indifferent ? May we be indifferent ? It is a question of tremendous import to every freeman in the land, who honestly believes that the rights he claims as a man are common to the race.

We used to be told, and are sometimes still, that this is a matter which belongs to our Southern brethren exclusivelv, and that when we of the free States interfere with it, we meddle with that which is " none of our business." And there was a time, when this might be urged with a show of consistency. It was when slavery claimed only to be a creature of State legislation, and asked only of the national government and the free States to be let alone. Even then, it had no right of exemption from the rational scrutiny to which all human institutions are amenable, nor from the rebuke and denouncement which all men may, in Heaven's name, utter against all iniquity done in the face of Heaven. But the special right of republican citizens to demand the correction of v^Tongs done by their oirn government, attached in the matter of slavery only to the citizens of the slave States.

But a wonderful change has been passing before our eyes. The attitude of slavery is entirely altered. It now claims to be nationalized. It demands a distinct recognition and active protection from the general government, and indirect, but most effectual support from every State in the Union, and from every citizen thereof! The government has acknowledged the validity of the claim; and our great political leaders - some on whom we have been wont to rely as stalwart champions of freedom - have turned short round in their tracks, and require us to believe that we are under constitutional obligations to help maintain the accursed thing, - yea, through all future time, to do its most menial work ! Nor is the doctrine to be left in the dubious region of speculation. It is already " a fixed fact," terribly embodied in a penal law. It enters the home of every Northern freeman, and announces in thunder-tones this ancestral obligation, which had so strangely faded from the recollections of men. It tolerates no dulness of apprehension, no hesitancy of belief. It bids us all, on pain of imprisonments and fines, to conquer our prejudices, to swallow our scruples, to be still with our nonsensical humanities, and, " as good citizens," to start out at the whistle of a United States' constable, to chase down miserable negroes fleeing from the hell of bondage !

Slavery, then, has become our business at last ; and, as such, does it not behoove us to attend to it ? I think, in the language of honest Dogberry, that " that is proved already, and will go near to be thought so shortly." The thing lies in a nutshell. Millard Fillmore is not our master, but our servant. It is not his to prescribe duties, but ours ; and his, to perform them. What he does, in his own person and by his subordinate executive officers, he does for us, and on our responsibility. What he does or they do, in other words, we do ; and we must abide the reckoning. In this responsibility, the humblest citizen bears his share, and cannot shirk it if he would. When, then, I see the ministers of my country's law consigning men with flesh and blood like my own, with homes and business, with wives and children.

men unaccused of crime, and eating the daily bread of honest labor - consigning them, I say, and their posterity to hopeless vassalage, and degrading chattelhood, by a process, too, which tramples under foot the most ancient and sacred guarantees of my own and my neighbors' rights. When I see this great nation lay its terrible grasp upon the throat of a feeble, unoffending man, and thrust him back to worse than a felon's fate for doing that which no casuistry can torture into a crime, I am compelled to feel that it is myself engaged in this atrocious business; and no one but myself can rid me of the responsibility. I can no longer be silent ; I dare no longer be silent ; I will no longer be silent. I will remonstrate and cry, shame ! I will refuse to obey the law ; I will demand to be released, and to have my country released, from its odious requirements. I will vote, and influence voters, and use every prerogative of freedom, to throw at least from off my conscience a burden that it cannot bear. And who that is worthy to be free himself, wiW blame me ? To speak is no longer a mere right; it has become a religious duty.

Let no man tell me, that this law is a mere dead letter. The old Fugitive Law had, indeed, become so ; and so would any other be likely to become, which, while grasping after the slave, should pay a decent respect to the rights of the free. But slavery cannot subsist on any such condition ; and this law was framed to supply the deficiencies of the old law, and to accomplish the thing-. It is based on the assumption that the government of the United States is bound to effect the rendition of fugitives, if possible at all, at whatever cost. And, if this law is insufficient, the assumption is equally good for still more stringent measures. But I repeat it, let no man tell me it is noia a nullity. Have we not seen it executed in our streets, and at our very doors ? I chanced to be in the city of New York at the time when, I think, its first victim, Henry Long, was torn from his family, and from a reputable and profitable business, and sent back, - limbs, and brain, and throbbing, loving heart, - the husband, father.

friend, the peaceful and industrious member of society, - all, to be the property of a fellow-mortal in a hostile land. Could I look upon this crimeless man, thus in the grasp of the officers of my country's laws, my own representatives, and hurried unresisting to that dreadful doom ; and ever be able to believe the law innocuous, and myself guiltless while I acquiesced in silence ? The rabble followed him along the streets, shouting in exultation at the negro's fate. Them I must acknowledge as my fellows and brethren, but him - on him I must put my heel, with theirs, to crush him out of manhood ! And the morrow's papers, edited by professed Christians, heralded the occurrence, with not even a decent pretence of pity and regret, but as a triumph of law, (O sacred name profaned!) in which all good men should rejoice. That day I felt a stifling sensation settling down upon me, of which my previous experience had afforded no precedent, and with an oppressive weight which no language can describe. I felt that I no longer breathed the air of liberty ; that slavery was spreading her Upas branches athwart my sky also. The convenient apology that the sin was not mine, but another's, no longer stood me in stead ; and I have wondered ever since to hear any honest Northern man employ it. There are Northern men, from whom nothing could surprise me.

superiors, even to the highest, laboring by speeches and proclamations and journeyings to and fro in the land (is it too much to say ?) to dragoon the people into its support. The national treasury thrown wide open to meet its "extraordinary expenses." Fanueil Hall hung in chains, to ensure its execution. Presidental candidates vieing with each other in expressions of attachment and fidelity to it. Able men, in church and State, spotted for proscription for no other sin than hating that law, and daring to declare that hatred. And to crown the whole, the wisdom of the nation, in Baltimore Conventions once and again assembled, pronouncing the new doctrines of constitutional responsibility, with the law that embodies it, not only a certainty, but (hear it, O heavens !) ^finality I A new word in the political vocabulary, and verily a new thing in the earth ! " Finality," in the legislation of freemen ! A finality, that forever precludes reconsideration, amendment, or repeal! When such things are said, and gravely said, by men professing to be American statesmen, I can almost imagine the fathers of my country turning painfully in their graves. And can it be possible, that in the same breath with which men assume to roll political responsibilities on freemen, they dare require perpetual silence and unconsidering submission thereto ? Then, what is it to be free ?

natural, that Southern statesmen should seek, by every possible expedient, to keep out the flood of discussion from a system which can so illy bear it. And it is not strange, that Northern politicians should, for temporary purposes, assist them in the effort. This is for a day; but the great tide of human thought flows on forever, and there is no spot from which it will be shut out. I remember when the right of petition was denied by our Southern brethren, in respect to this subject; and they found compliant tools enough from the Norths to work with for a season. But was the right of petition sacrificed ? Of course not. And is the right of free discussion, the right to make and (if we please) unmake our laws, less precious ? This subject will be agitated. This law will be reconsidered; and, if it is not repealed, it will be for the same reasons that ensures the continuance of other laws, namely, because it is able to sustain, severe and ever recurring scrutiny.

But what is to become of the Union meanwhile? One thing is very certain. If it deliberately place itself in competition with those " blessings of liberty," which it was created to " secure," it ought to fall. Shall the end be sacrificed to preserve the means, to which the end alone gives value ? And what are we to think of the statesmanship of those, who, to effect that preservation, would force such an issue on a people nursed at the breasts of freedom ? I would rather die than live a traitor to my country ; but let me die ten

But it is worse than idle to talk so. There is no such issue before the nation. We are not compelled to choose between disunion and slavery; a slavery, too, that would not only hold the black man in its remorseless gripe, but put its fetters on the conscience of the white man, and its gag into his mouth. Our Southern brethren themselves, even to save their cherished institution, would not dare, would not desire to press such an alternative. Were it so, who would not be ready to surrender the Union as valueless to him, and to part company with Southrons as men unworthy to be free ? But it is not so. There are Hotspurs, doubtless, enough of them at the South; and Jehus, too many, at the North. And there are cunning politicans to stand between the two sections, and play upon the prejudices of both, and into each other's hands, for selfish ends. But the great heart of the nation, North and South, on the whole and according to the measure of its understanding, beats true alike to freedom and the constitution, - true to that immortal sentiment which, as long as this nation endures, shall encircle its author's name with a halo, in whose splendor some later words that have fallen from his lips will be happily lost and forgotten : " Liberty and Union, now and forever, one and inseparable." Whatever differences there may be as to the nature, conditions, and ob- ligations of freedom, or as to the intent and meaning of the constitution, no party among the people will refuse to submit them to the ordeal of discussion, and the arbitrament of the appointed tribunals.

While this is so, let him be deemed the traitor, who stands up before the world, and belies his country by declaring it to be otherwise. And let every man prepare to enter into those discussions which no human power can now stave off, in a spirit of intelligent candor and kindness, but, at the same time, of inflexible fidelity to God and man.

The true wealth and glory of a nation consist not in its gold dust, nor in its commerce, nor in the grandeur of its palaces, nor yet in the magnificence of its cities, - but in the intellectual and moral energy of its people. Egypt is more glorious because of her carrying into Greece the blessings of civilization, than because of her pyramids, however wondrous, her lakes and labyrinths, however stupendous, or her Thebes, though every square marked a palace, or every alley a dome. Who hears of the moneyed men of Athens, of Rome ? And who does not hear of Socrates, of Plato, of Demosthenes, of Virgil, of Cicero ? Are you in converse with him of the " Sea-girt Isle," and would touch the chord that vibrates most readily in his heart ? - then talk to him of Shakspeare, of Milton, of Cowper, of Bacon, of Newton ; of Burns, of Scott. To the intelligent son of the " Emerald Isle," talk of Curran, of Emmett, of O'Connell.

away, - great men, never. Great men are not unfrequently buried in dungeons or in obscurity ; but they work out great thoughts for all time, nevertheless. Did not Bunyan work out a great thought all-vital and vitalizing, when he lay twelve years in Bedford jail, weaving his tagged lace, and writing his Pilgrim's Progress? The greatest man in all America is now in obscurity. It is he who is " the Lord of his own sou^^ on whose brow wisdom has marked her supremacy, and who, in his sphere, moves

A great writer hath said, ^' Nature is stingy of her great men." I do not believe it, God doeth all his work fitly and well ; how, therefore, could he give us great men, not plentifully, but stingily ? The truth is, there are great men, and they are plentiful, - plentiful for the times, I mean, - but we do not see them, because we will not come into the sun-]ight of truth and rectitude where, and where only, dwelleth greatness.

" Adios Mundo," cried he, as wdth tear-bedimmed eyes he looked up into the blue heavens above him, and upon the green earth beneath him ; and upon the portals of the universer ead wisdom, majesty, and power. Was there no poetry in this outburst of a full heart, and in this looking upward to heaven? " Adios Mundo," cried he, as now beholding, for the last time, the home of his love, - he bared his bosom to the death-shot of the soldiers.

Call you that greatness which Pizarro achieved when, seizing a sword and drawing a line upon the sand from east to west, he himself facing south, he said to his band of pirates : - " Friends^ comrades^ on that side are toil^ hunger^ nakedness^ the drenching storm, desertion, and death ; on this side, ease and pleasure. There lies Peru with its richness ; here Panama with its poverty/. Choose, each man what best becomes a brave Castillian, For my part I go to the south ; " - suiting the action to the word? So do I, - but look ye, this is merely the greatness of overwhelming energy and concentrated purpose, not illuminated by a single ray of light from the Divine. See here, how Placido dwarfeth Pizarro when he thus prayeth,

An ancient philosopher hath said that the passions and the soul are placed in the same body, so that the passions might have ready opportunity to persuade the soul to become subservdent to their purpose. A terrible conflict And yet through it Placido passed triumphantly.

year of his birth I am unable to give, but it must have been somewhere between the years 1790 and 1800. He was of African origin. But little is known of his earliest days save that he was of gentle demeanor, and wore an aspect which, though mild, indicated the working of great thoughts within. He was allowed some little advantage of education in his youth, and he evinced great poetic genius. The prayer just quoted was composed by him while he lay in prison, and repeated on his way from his dungeon to his place of execution.

" Placido is a celebrated poet, - a man of great genius, but too wild and ambitious. His object was to subdue Cuba, and make himself the chief."

To break this chain, and dungeon bar ; I hear thy voice calling me, Deep in the frozen North, afar. With voice like God's, and vision like a star.

Obscured by dungeon bars, shall east A splendor on the breaking night, And tyrants, flying thick and fast, Shall tremble at thy gaze, and stand aghast."

In poetic feeling, patriotic spirit, living faith, and, withal in literary beauty, these lines are not surpassed ; and they cannot fail to rank Placido not only with the great-hearted, but with the gifted men of the earth. A tribute to his genius is recorded in the fact, that he was ransomed from slavery by the contributions of slave-holders of Cuba.

Placido was executed on the 7th of July, 1844. On the first fire of the soldiers, no ball entered his heart. He looked up, but with no spirit of revenge, no aspect of defiance, - only sat upon his countenance the desire to pass at once into the region where no death is.

" Thou hast left behind thee Powers that will work for thee ; air, earth, and skies. There's not a breathinor of the common wind That will forget thee ; thou hast great allies, Thy friends are exultations, agonies, And love, and man's unconquerable mind."

The charge against Placido was, that he was at the head of a conspiracy to overthrow slavery in his native island. Blessings on thee, Placido! Nor didst thou fail of thy mission. Did the martyrs, stake-bound, fail of theirs ? As the Lord liveth, Cuba shall yet be free.

That Placido was at the head of this conspiracy there is not a doubt ; but what his plans in detail were, I know not ; the means of acquiring them are not within my reach. Nevertheless, from the treatment throughout of the Cuban authorities towards Placido, we may safely conclude that Placido's plan in detail evinced no lack of ability to originate and execute, nor of that sagacity which should mark a revolutionary leader. Placido hated slavery with a hatred intensified by the remembrance of wrongs which a loving and loved mother had borne. The iron, too, had entered into his own soul ; and he had been a daily witness of scenes such as torment itself could scarcely equal, nor the pit itself outdo. Call you this extravagance ? You will not, - should you but study a single chapter in the history of Cuban slavery.

What may be the destiny of Cuba in the future near at hand, I will not venture to predict. What may be her ultimate destiny is written in the fact that, - " God hath no attribute which, in a con-

This sketch, though hastily written, and meagre in detail as it must necessarily be, will show, at least, by the quotations of poetry introduced, that God hath not given to one race alone, all intellectual and moral greatness.