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id to the Anti-Slavery Enterprise. Not in this way can any impression be made on an evil so vast as Slavery—as you will clearly see by an illustration which I shall give. The god Thor, of Scandinavian mythology—whose strength surpassed that of Hercules—was once challenged to drain a simple cup dry. He applied it to his lips, and with superhuman capacity drank, but the water did not recede even from the rim, and at last the god abandoned the effort. The failure of even his extraordinary strengthat the cause is so strong in itself as to bear even the infirmities of its advocates; nor can it require anything beyond that simplicity of treatment and moderation of manner which I desire to cultivate. Its true character is such, that, like Hercules, it will conquer just so soon as it is recognized. My task will be divided under three different heads: first, the Crime against Kansas, in its origin and extent; secondly, the Apologies for the Crime; and, thirdly, the true Remedy. Lxv.<
rm of activity by which Human Freedom, even in a single case, may be secured. But I desire to say, that such an act—too often accompanied by a pharisaical pretension, in strange contrast with the petty performance—cannot be considered an essential aid to the Anti-Slavery Enterprise. Not in this way can any impression be made on an evil so vast as Slavery—as you will clearly see by an illustration which I shall give. The god Thor, of Scandinavian mythology—whose strength surpassed that of Hercules—was once challenged to drain a simple cup dry. He applied it to his lips, and with superhuman capacity drank, but the water did not recede even from the rim, and at last the god abandoned the effort. The failure of even his extraordinary strength was explained, when he learned that the simple cup had communicated, by an invisible connection, with the whole vast ocean behind, out of which it was perpetually supplied, and which remained absolutely unaffected by the effort. And just so wi
le rag or fig-leaf to cover its vileness. And, finally, the True Remedy must be shown. The subject is complex in relations, as it is transcendent in importance; and yet, if I am honored by your attention, I hope to present it clearly in all its parts, while I conduct you to the inevitable conclusion that Kansas must be admitted at once, with her present Constitution, as a State of this Union, and give a new star to the blue field of our National Flag. And here I derive satisfaction from the thought, that the cause is so strong in itself as to bear even the infirmities of its advocates; nor can it require anything beyond that simplicity of treatment and moderation of manner which I desire to cultivate. Its true character is such, that, like Hercules, it will conquer just so soon as it is recognized. My task will be divided under three different heads: first, the Crime against Kansas, in its origin and extent; secondly, the Apologies for the Crime; and, thirdly, the true Remedy.
C. Edwards Lester, Life and public services of Charles Sumner: Born Jan. 6, 1811. Died March 11, 1874., Section Eighth: the war of the Rebellion. (search)
ble woes,—nay, more, which in the instinct of that tyranny through which it ruled, was beating down all safe-guards of human rights, freedom of speech, freedom of the press, security of person, and delivering the whole country to a sway whose vulgarity was second only to its madness —this domineering Slave Oligarchy is dislodged from the National Government, never more to return. Thus far at least has Emancipation prevailed. The greatest slave of all is free. Pillars greater than those of Hercules might fitly mark this progress. IX. Impatient at the feebleness of the short-sighted policy with which we were carrying on the war—during the first year acting simply on the defensive—Defence, did I say? With mortification I utter the word. Rebel conspirators have set upon us, and now besiege the National Government. They besiege it at Washington, where are the President and his Cabinet, with the National archives. They besiege it at Fortress Monroe, on the Atlantic; at St. Lo
ed us at home, and given us a bad name abroad—which has wielded at will, President, Cabinet, and even judicial tribunals—which has superseded public opinion by substituting its own immoral behests—which has appropriated to itself the offices and honors of the Republic—which has established Slavery as the single test and shibboleth of favor,—which, after opening all our Territories to this wrong, was already promising to renew the Slave-trade and its unutterable woes,—nay, more, which in the instinct of that tyranny through which it ruled, was beating down all safe-guards of human rights, freedom of speech, freedom of the press, security of person, and delivering the whole country to a sway whose vulgarity was second only to its madness —this domineering Slave Oligarchy is dislodged from the National Government, never more to return. Thus far at least has Emancipation prevailed. The greatest slave of all is free. Pillars greater than those of Hercules might fitly mark th
C. Edwards Lester, Life and public services of Charles Sumner: Born Jan. 6, 1811. Died March 11, 1874., Section Ninth: Emancipation of the African race. (search)
ed on their tombs, for their readers, as they were on the pages of prophecy before the events took place. God alone writes history before it happens. Both records are so clear that he who runs may read; and the wise and good man who reads either will run to rescue his country from the curse which God has chained to the chariot-wheels even of the mightiest empires which dare to make war on the eternal principles of justice which support his empire. Go where we will, from the Pillars of Hercules to the gates of the Oriental morning,— Rude fragments now Lie scatter'd where the shapely column stood. Their palaces are dust. Journey through the home of the Saracens,—a race of scholars and warriors,— Dead Petra in her hill-tomb sleeps: Her stones of emptiness remain; Around her sculptured mystery sweeps The lonely waste of Edom's plain. Unchanged the awful lithograph Of power and glory undertrod,— Of nations scatter'd like the chaff Blown from the threshing-floor of God. L
ed on their tombs, for their readers, as they were on the pages of prophecy before the events took place. God alone writes history before it happens. Both records are so clear that he who runs may read; and the wise and good man who reads either will run to rescue his country from the curse which God has chained to the chariot-wheels even of the mightiest empires which dare to make war on the eternal principles of justice which support his empire. Go where we will, from the Pillars of Hercules to the gates of the Oriental morning,— Rude fragments now Lie scatter'd where the shapely column stood. Their palaces are dust. Journey through the home of the Saracens,—a race of scholars and warriors,— Dead Petra in her hill-tomb sleeps: Her stones of emptiness remain; Around her sculptured mystery sweeps The lonely waste of Edom's plain. Unchanged the awful lithograph Of power and glory undertrod,— Of nations scatter'd like the chaff Blown from the threshing-floor of God. L