Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1847-01-22
Two Sides 10 the Picture.
I~Iambden, Dec. g.

When ] think of the institutions of learn
ing, that grace my native land, my heart
thrills with emotions Of pleasure. When !
look around upon The churches scattered
here and there, a feeling Of thankfulness ari-
ses, that each Of us can worship God accor-
ding to the dictates of our OWN Conscience
When | think Of the green old woods-ihe
broad rivers and numerous lakes with which
our country abounds-the productions and
fruits Of our mother earth, my heart is filled
with praise, that America is the land that
gave me birth. America, too, is the BIRTH
place of some Of the greatest minds. The
names of Benjamin Franklin and Robert
Fulton, will ever be remembered with feel
ings of gratitude and respect. VIVA, other
nation in its infancy can beast Of The produce
tiuns Of poets, that equal our own? The
writings of Maria Brooks, of Margaret Mil
Ter Davidson, OF Bryant, Lowell, Whittier
and others, stand deservedly high.
wish that ] might always look upon The
pleasant side of The picture. Then | should
cling TO my country with that deep affection,
that chardcirrizes our attachment to that be-
ing that watched over our infanlilc sporls.-
| wish that there were not a side of hateful
acknowledgement there was not another view
blolting out the loveliness that has been pre-
r scented for our inspection. But there is a
banelul influence amid our country's bright
t es, scenes; planting itself in our own dwell.
= lings; obIiteraling all feelings of kindness
j from the hearts Of our couuirymen; taking
= away the liberty, the last hope, nay, life it.
4 self, from our brother. A land bIighted with
S slavery then, is the other side Of the picture
!. Let US fancy ourselves occupying SOM,
2 high poirt of observation, and witness thu
d effects of slavery as it exists in the South
e Lock at that crowd gathering around a com
S pany Of slaves chained together that are Il
> be sold! Hear you that scream of agony
> that burst from a mothers heart, as her chilli
II is torn from her embraced How wild he
o looks! But her master likes not this exhi
h bition Of her scnsiliveness He seizes whip
e and strikes her with TIE fury of a demon
That slave mother is our sister, she was borl
d in our FIRE America ~ guilty of no GRIM
but that Of being an African by descent
What must the wretch be made of, that ca
RS calmly and coolly strike a defenceless We
in man? We will go to yonder field. Do yor
Of see those females working in the open air
10 Their clothing is not sufficient TO proteC
ne them from the rays Of the sun, not to mer
In lion that the laws CT common decency are Vi
s, oiated. Do you see that the slave driver
III near2 They must hurry TO escape his lash
And why must they toll on day after da
nc without any hope Of rewards Labor
" pleasant when VIC work for ourselves; whe
OF we know that some benefit 10 MS and to lhos
of we love is 10 arise from our toll. But couI
n we work all The time for another, week aft
week, months, and even years Nor is III
all, to have our backs barred to the lash, "
IS must yield ourselves quietly 10 the will of
i iend in human form. And all this in o.
= boosted land of freedom!
have spoken of our free institutions
learning. Are they so for the slave! I'll
d light of science has never dawned upon h
~benighted intellect. II is a crime to leal
him to read, punishable with Imprisonment
and death. And this too in a land of civi
OF and religious liberty. Who of US now Cd
y be proud of an American soil ? 1t would |
ie in vain for me, to attempt a description
ct the various ways, in which the slaves al
in punished. The different modes Of torlur,
u IL would Ssem, were invented by the faith,