Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1851-12-20


perfectly safe, will cost nothing but a return
TO humanity, will cothe mountains aud vail
lcys aud plains with teniold iruitfl,lness, aud
will make the Union everlasting and glori-
Gus.
Now, friendly reader, in conclusion, let it
not he said hy you, or others, that we are
setting our proiane feet upon the sentiment
OF patriotism. reverence the lofty concep-
ton which an American ,whO has the happi.
ness 10 he born ffee) drinks in with his moth
er's inilk-the conception of n broad sunny
land, full of vines aud fig trees, that shade
none but their owners--a laud that opens
her bosom to the poor aud oppressed of eve
ry clime-a land where there is no majesty
bu. the majesty of lava land where the
rulers serve the people, aud not the people
the rulers-a land where the SOUL Is Tree
where God is not shut out from men 10y self
constituted vicegerenis-w where truth is not
embnrgoed, and pardon aud eternal life
sold ont to unwilling huyers--a land where
honesty leads to houor,aud industry to wealth,
nnd falsehood, cunning, aud crime, always
toward punishment, But alas this bright
and glorious conception is n dream II is not
what our country is, but only what she
trouid be but for SLAVERY aud pro slavery
MINISTER'S The fair young verdure
that won our young hearts, aud bound them
TO our mother soil, il is the verdure of the
heaving volcano. The sooner we see our
danger, the greuter our chance Of salvation.
| have loved to think of my country's stars
und stripes waving over every harbor of the
world, telling, MS they shUne among the dark
signals of arbitrary power, the story of free
people. With what an air of conscious dignity
have our noble hearted sailors looked up to
that proud ensign us II floaicd freely among
a.. 80 4 Al. IL.
have mingled with and piicd the seris on the
whaives of st. PetCrsburgh aud COnstan-
tnoplc But reader, II is all over. The
secret is out. II is time the flag was hauled
down. 1t has become the flag of our shame.
There is not a foreign port OF the face Of
Gods earth, where an American dare look
up to that flag and say, "Thcrc, there is
hnnuer which floats over none hut ireemen."
No. Such an assertion would make him
laughing stock even in poor iyrantridden
Portugal. There floats not flag, from the
Staes of Bnrbary up TO the top of the Holy
Alliance, that covers so much aud such mean
outrage upon human nature ms ours. We
may rant about it on the fourth of July MS
we will, the hauble had better be tucked out
of sight-ns it streams over our cargoes of
cotton. all across the Atlantic, every ioregn-
er reads on it-PLUNDER! and ROBBIE
RYl Talk about our coantry's being "the
only home of Freedom" "lhe last hope of
the world,"-fudge
Is Freedoms home built only where
The laborer wears an iron letter
Are hers the sons that do not dare
To teach or learn printed letter
Are they her champions, whose swords
Are pledged to aid the tyrants halter
Who plead for wrong with pious words
Arc they the priest at Freedoms altar
No Freedoms homo is only built
Where men arc as their maker made men
Where punishment is saved for guilt,
And crime is all that can degrade men;--
That home be ours, dare from US To sunder,
In madness, dare from US TO sundcr,
Wen take our chances with the good,
Aud let their throats and cannon thunder.