luxury and repose? Is it not for this that the African was reserved? And
is it not thus that one race secures for itself liberty with order, while
it bestows on the other comfort and Christianity?
But man, ever the dupe of his vain desires, always oscillating between
the extremes of opinion, and never fixed in the possession of truth,
was not content with the place assigned the African in the plan of
creation and of Providence. The preachers of the new gospel of equality
and fraternity were not satisfied with descanting on the horrors of the
middle passage, or of weeping over the miseries of men redeemed from the
captivity of savage masters. If the slave-trade be criminal, slavery,
which is the cause of it, should be extirpated. Therefore the trial is
made on St. Domingo, and the slave, suddenly loosed from the restraints
the law had put around him, goes forth to murder and destroy. Then they
determine on another experiment more cautiously conducted and more
narrowly watched. Slavery is abolished in Jamaica, and forthwith the
island goes to waste. The time seems to be approaching when man, guided
by a less vain philosophy, will seek truth in some other direction than
Haytian massacres or Jamaican impoverishment.
If the views above expressed of the uses of the African in the economy
of nature and Providence be correct, slavery is not abnormal to American
society. It must be the rule, not the exception. But to keep it so
requires effort and labor. The enemies of the only original form of
American civilization are many and powerful. They are resolute in their
determination not merely to limit but to extirpate slavery. The man who
leads the free-labor myriads of the United States—he, whose firm will
and far-reaching mind do not quail either at the doctrines or the acts
to which his political philosophy logically conducts him, has already
declared that he hopes to see the time when the foot of not a slave shall
press the continent. Yet the sluggards of slavery say, “a little more
rest, a little more folding of the arms to slumber.” Strafford sleeps
though the axe of the headsman is whetted for his execution.
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