Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1847-05-14

Hest foe a measure which is not the hand
maid Of national prosperity, but its infalliblc
subverter; a measure which redresses not
wrongs, bu, perPe,rates them; a measure
which indemnifes not losses, but multiplies
them a measure that is not essential to se-
cure the national defense, nor to extend The
principles Of sound government, nor to assert
and maintain the Right, nor to carry out the
plans of Divine Providence; a measure
which, in short, is oir1ys The Sialesman's
folly and the Citizens foe.
cal their conduct Treason. because they
strike a fatal blow at the only bond that
unites the great human brotherhood. | call
their CONF uct Treason, because they subvert
the Law Of Nature and Of Revelation. call
their conduct Treason, because there is not
in this Gods world a thing honest, just,
pure. lovely, holy or exalted, to which their
selfish policy in not in direc, antigonism.-
| impeach them in the name Of Humanity,
whose rights and interests they disregard
! impeach them in the name Of the Guardian
Genius OF this Confederate Republic, whose
Fundamental Law they dislvow. | impeach
them in The name of all Enlightened States.
whose opinions aud interference they set at
nought. ! impeach them in the name Of the
Christian World, whose feelings they dare
outrage. ] impeach them in the name of the
wretched people whom they are wickedly
endeavoring to crush. ! impeach them in
tho name of History, whose itevocable judg-
ment they f~oolishly d%espise. | impeach
them 10 the name Ct Almighty God. whose
sovereign authority they madly set at def
ance. Al the bar Of Eternal Justice | i'm
| peach them as Traitors-let them answer the
charge.
Such, Christian Citizen, are your rulers
AM mine to-day. l speak not agains, their
political %ienets; they may be harmless and
sound. am not discussing Banks or Tar
IFS or Revenues with any man. Neither do
| speak against their personal Character
Their morals may be blameless, for aught !
know. AS men, | love them all. AZ magis-
,rales, | respect them. But | must lift up
my voice agains, their political unrighleous-
ness.
Sure ~, Their, | affirm no res hing when
| declare, that this is the darkest hour Of our
national existence. Some may doubt, and
point me TO that Pnge our history which tells
Of the campaign Of 10, of our army in star
walton and rags, Of our finances in %derange-
ment, our Congress embarrassed, and our
people in apathy and gloom. That hour was
indeed dark but he who sees with half an
eye can discern that the present darkness is
thicker, gloomier by far. A feeble nation,
whose shattered and dispirited forces are
chased on their own soil by a powerful In
yider, whose energies are almost exhausted
by a long and unequal struggle, and whose
self-moved efforts for independence are para
lived by universal bankruptcy, may well
speak Of dark hours. Her existence is pro-
blematical. But who shall insure that Co.
vernme which has turned traitor TO the very
principles upon which it, perpe!uity depends
which has strangely laid its terrible hand
to tear away its own firm foundations! Its
existence is no longer probhmaiicG!-its ruin
is Sure. What solitary ray can pierce the
murky gloom that gathers thick over a State
which has blotted out its own star Of desti-
NY What power can arrest the fearful
death-stupor that creeps through every mem
her of a body polite, when the heart is Sc
cretly ro,tingl What hand can sustain the
crumbling columns of political greatness,
when Treachery rules the Council, and Trea-
son sits enthroned in State Who shall guard
the public Liberty, when resistance TO tyrants
is deemed rebellion against God, and Moral
Heroism is almost exiincti Talk not about
the strength Of such a State. Her cannon
Generals may storm at the gates Of the cities
OF her fue5. Her Rulers my bluster and her
Statesmen boast. Yet all the while that
dreadful Hand is ,ncing "Mene, Meme
Tekel-Upharsin! and Ruin sits waiting
at the door. True, she may cleave her soil
with canals, and checker her surface with
railways. She may rear her stately depots,
and pile the massive walls of her manuCac.
'N''OS' ," ""y Span WIN lHb WORTH ny
the Press and the Telegraph. She may
whiten the great deep with the countless
sails of commerce, and fill with her merchan.
die the marts of all lands. but she is
speechless, gigantic ruin-a silent catacomb
where Liberty lies inhumed, and Public
Honor sleeps with the dead. Philosophy
may tread her quiet groves, and Art may
adorn her public walks. But if Integrity
dare not lift his voice in her Pulpit, her Bar
her Forum and her Senate Chamber, / car
never call her mine. All wretched country
Verify Mammon is thy God but Jehovah il
thy foe! Thou hast broken covenant will
Heaven, and formed a league with darkness
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