Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1849-03-02

The following appeal is from the pen
of Parker P%iIlsbury, and though we know
of no Taylor Ball in progress in these
parts, the truths it contains are needed to
be spoken throughout the length and
breadth of our land.
TO TIE WOMEN OF CONCORD, n. II.
1t is understood that a Grand Festival
and Ball, will be given in this town the
present month, particularly in honor of
Zachary Taylor. The arrangement are
entrusted TO a numerous and powerful
Board OF Managers, and nothing proba-
bly, will be wanting to grace the occasion,
which pride or wealth can procure.
But il need not be said TO YOU. thnt the
climax OF attraction, the browning charm
Of the whole scene, that without which
the entire programme of arrangements
would be a most barren and unmeaning
scroll, mustb be, THE WOMEN.
Occupying then a position so impor-
tant, able TO WELD so o%mnipotent an in1u-
enc in favor of or against the cause Of
Virtue and Humanity, with an opportuni-
ty for a testimony and a demand toe. for
it, which can scarcely occur a second
time in all the years of a life, will you
not suffer a friendly word on the charac-
ter and objects Of the approaching Fcsti-
val, and the importance of your decision
in regard 10 it?
And first, what has Zachary Taylor
ever done, that he should thus be adored
as a Divinity, and his praises be celebra-
ted in song and dance? Where are the
credentials Of his GOODNESS ? OF what
Virtue is he the patron saint What in
stitution oil learning, humanity or relig-
ion, was eve reared by him, or baptized
into his name? What fiery furnace of
sorrow and afiliclion was ever quenched
by the out. gushing sympaihies of his
soul What widows sing his praises,
or orphans lisp his name, with gratitude
pure as breath Of angels What power.
ty smiles before him, and invokes the
best benizons of heaven on his head q
Howard simmered his life away in dens
and dungeons Of corruption and misery
that he might minister to those whost
crimes or calamities had walled them of
from human sympathy, from happiness
or hope. Clarkson battled the dragon o
British colonial slavery for half a centu
ry, and died amid the shouting gro,itud,
of eight hundred thousand emancipatet
slaves, whose liberty was the golden hal
vest of his life of,oil,-But does the spi,
it ofHoward. burn in the breast Of cache
ry Taylor? Or descended on him III
mantle of GARRISON?
Or where, tell us, are the monumen
of his GREATNESS? Columbus found ii
Western Hemisphere, and gave it 10 h
race, Newton built a turnpike TO III
stars, and drove his chariot like Phaeto
over the Milky Way; setting guideboard
and miIcslones all along his path for tn
benefit Of future travellers in comm
time, Bacon, as with the fire of Prone
theus, lighted up and animated the col
corpse Of ancient philosophy, and centu
ries 10 come will not have reaped all III
millennium of blessings which howe
thence TO mankind. Jcfferson's per
Henry's voice, Washington's sword, an
Warren's blood, shivcred the chains th1
bound us to the throne Of British despC
tism. Franklin caught and tanned III
lightning-Professor Morse harnessed
in telegraphic traces, and now, quickC
than thought, il runs our errands Cor u
all over the continent. Fulton begat III
breed Of Iron Horses, swift and terribI
by sea as steeds of Neptune, omnipoler
on land as the Titans ofancient minstre
sy, warning upon the very gods.
, Such are a few trophies of goodne.
and of greatness; but what, tell as, VIII
has Zachary Taylor done ?-They wal
you to celebrate his praises, with hol,
causls Of song and mirth-but what goo
or great deed has he ever done
Ask history. History had not hcal
. Of him, till slavery demanded the sact
fee oflhc Seminole Indians, for buildir
a City Of Refuge in the almost impen'
: trable everglades Of Florida, for the pc,
!. fugitives from Southern oppression
The slave was hungry, the Seminole ft
him. He was sick and a stranger, Il
Seminole took him in. But the pc,
Seminole died a martyr to his humanit,
> and Zachary Taylor, with his Cuba bloc
. hounds, imported at his o,On deman,
were the chosen High Priests TO oficia'
at the sacrifice. In justice 10 many
the Wings, be it said, they piled upon Il
terrible tragedy their unmingled execr
Z tons.
Let history further tell us. But hist
c ry buried her acquaintance with him
years in the tomb Of the murdered Ser
%inoles. We heard no more of Zacha
q Taylor, until slavery again thirsted
3 human flesh.
+ And now, in the records on high, a
l. registered forty thousand Mexican
y whose blood and mangled corpses fat,
70 the very soil we have Plundered fro
them, the righifuI o'oners, only that
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