Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1851-02-15
SPEECH OF WENDELL PHILIPS.


am sorry, Mr.. Chairman, that should
be called upon TO speak for the American
abolitionists. The friends who have spoken
before me say that on such an occasion as
this they feel embarrassed If in such a
gathering, the experienced veterans feel en-.
barrassed, we youngsters may be excused IL
With celebrated Individual, we are mo.
where [AIerriment.]
wish had "reminiscences for you, ns those
who preceded me have had. But my l.tile
anii-s!avery life is rounded with SO short a
span,' that have nothing worth remember
ing. The truth is, we have not been well
brought up for such occasions as thesc.--
The friend at my side IGarrisonl has taught
us how TO behave in mobs.
A VoIcE-You must get used TO this.
MIR. PHILLIPs-Yes, we shall get used TO
il in time, and find easily the holiday vein
that is fit for such festive scenes as this
But, as you would scarce expect one Of my
age'-about n dozen years old in this cause
Ito speak in public on the stage you must
pardon the lispings OF my A Is Z. Laugh
ter.
Time certainly works wonders My
friend told me once that his first essay for
Newburyport paper was mistaken for Caleb
Cushing's. Laughter.l Great changes since
then! No such risk now! Afterwards, for
Tim Pickering's renewed mirth !; aud he
was n glorious old fedcralist, who knew
where the nut of the matter was, and hated
the three-fiith clause and there might, per-
| haps, have been some resemblance there; nt
least in the incorruptible integrity aud
daunless courage that guided both pens.
| We have heard some facts about the Lib
| orator from its founder; but this history has
been painted by other pencils than his own
Scene first! Up three flights Of stairs il
Water street, Mayor Otis heard of one mnl
and little colored boy How one envie
that little colored hoy What would w
give to have been that little coored boy Il
share the first fierce psltings of that storm
which growls yet in the distance! If it Ina
abated, surely this is one of the first gleam
of sunshine that has gided its clouds !
When the Governor of Georgia wants thi
attic editor, the Mayor cannot find him.
(Applause.)
Scene second! 1t is Faneuil Hall thou
sands of eager faces about, and quite mum
ber of little boys under the chandelier
But the state of things is changed-GarrsoI
cannot find the Mayor! Loud and loni
shouts of applause.
Mr. Garrison told me once, while walk
ing home from an abolition gatherlng-fo
the rarest hours we have nOw-a-days are
these comings home from anii-slayery meet
ings, when the little incidents OF his history
float to us from overflowing fountains-he
told me that Moses Grant would not trus
him for that paper which james Foren'i
money enabled him TO buy. The Mosese'
have never been friends of his-llaughter(-
whether Stuarts or Grants.
The Lherntor has always seemed TO me {
Declaration of Independence. We made
one once, nationally. Ii was declaration
of civil independence. 1t was made by
STAKEHOLDER, and there was something rottei
at the bottom of it; as, indeed, one nigh
have expected. But the first sheet of th'
Liberator, which our friend has read from
was a declaration of individual independ
enco--a pledge of absolute freedom o
thought How TO the uttermost iarihiag la
that pledge been redeemed Let us try I
copy it, as far as we may, in our lives. il
our Iues not the comparatively easy yirtu
of an inspired moment, when some gre'