Slavery -- United States; United States -- Politics and government -- 1849-1853
wherewith to embellish with inscription and bas-relief the pillars of
the council hall of Pandemonium.
Sir, if there is any thing for which I would go back to childhood,
and live this weary life over again, it is for the burning, exalting,
transporting thrill and ecstasy with which the young faculties hold
their earliest communion with knowledge. When the panting and thirsting
soul first drinks the delicious waters of truth; when the moral and
intellectual tastes and desires first seize the fragrant fruits that
flourish in the garden of knowledge; then does the child catch a
glimpse and foretaste of heaven. He regales himself upon the nectar
and ambrosia of the gods. Late in life, this zest is rarely if ever
felt so keenly as at the beginning. Such ought not to be the fact;
but our bodies are so systematically abused by transgressions of the
laws of health and diet, that the sympathizing soul loses the keenness
of its early relish. Even then, however, age has its compensations.
The old may experience the delights of learning, anew, in the reflex
pleasure of seeing children learn. But these lofty and enduring
satisfactions,--this pleasure,--it is no extravagance to say, this
bliss of knowledge, both for parent and child, is withheld, cruelly,
remorselessly withheld, from the slave. We know all this; we see its
imbruting consequences; and we are compelled to see them, because the
government will uphold slavery here.
Such, sir, is the spectacle which is presented to all northern men,
whenever for duty, for business, or for pleasure, they visit this
metropolis. Wherever we go, wherever we are, the odious, abhorred
concomitants of this institution are forced upon our observation, and
become a perpetual bitterness in the cup of life. The whole system,
with all its adjuncts, is irreconcilably repugnant to our ideas of
justice. We believe it to be a denial of the rights of man; we believe
it to be contrary to the law of God. Whether these feelings wear away
by the lapse of time, and the indurating power of custom, I know not;
but, for one, I hope never to become hardened and callous to the sight;
for it is a case where I could experience no mitigation of my pains,
without a corresponding debasement of my nature.
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