Wendell Phillips, one of earth's bravest and best, made a speech at Worcester, 1851, from which I make the following extract:--"Mr. Mann, Mr. Giddings, and other leaders of the Free Soil party, are ready to go to the death against the Fugitive Slave Law. It never should be enforced, they say. It robs men of the jury trial, it robs them of _habeas corpus_, and forty other things. This is a very good position. But how much comfort would it have been to Ellen Crafts, if she had been sent back to Macon, to know that it had been done with a scrupulous observance of all the forms of _habeas corpus_ and jury trial? When she got back, some excellent friend might have said to her, 'My dear Ellen, you had the blessed privilege of _habeas corpus_ and jury trial. What are you grieving about? You were sent back according to law and the Constitution. What could you want more?' From the statements of our Free Soil friends, you would suppose that the _habeas corpus_ was the great safeguard of a slave's freedom; that it covered him as with an angel's wing. But suppose _habeas corpus_ and jury trial granted, what then? Is any man to be even _so_ surrendered, with our consent? No slave shall be sent back--except by _habeas corpus_. Stop half short of that! No slave shall be sent back!" Rev. A.D. Mayo, of Albany, is one of those clergymen who believe that a religious teacher has something to do with questions affecting public morality; and his preaching is eloquent, because he is fearlessly obedient to his own convictions. In a Sermon on the Fugitive Slave Bill, he said:--"Remember that despotism has no natural rights on earth that any man is bound to respect. I know there is no political party, no Christian sect, no Northern State, as a whole, yet fully up to this. But the Christian sentiment of the country will finally bring us all to the same conclusion." NO SLAVE HUNT IN OUR BORDERS! What asks the Old Dominion? If now her sons have proved False to their fathers' memory, false to the faith they loved; If _she_ can scoff at Freedom, and its Great Charter spurn, Must _we_ of Massachusetts from truth and duty turn? _We_ hunt your bondmen, flying from Slavery's hateful hell? _Our_ voices, at your bidding, take up the blood-hound's yell? _We_ gather, at your summons, above our fathers' graves, From Freedom's holy altar-horns to tear your wretched slaves? Thank God! not yet so vilely can Massachusetts bow, The spirit of her early time is with her even now. Dream not, because her Pilgrim blood moves slow, and calm, and cool, She thus can stoop her chainless neck, a sister's slave and tool! For ourselves and for our children, the vow which we have given For Freedom and Humanity, is registered in Heaven. No slave-hunt in _our_ borders! No pirate on _our_ strand! No fetters in the Bay State! No slave upon _our_ land! J.G. WHITTIER. THE HIGHER LAW.