Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1855-10-06
Tor the Bugle.
FOREIGN CORRESPONDENCE.
GLASGOW, Sept. ID, 1856.


DEAR FrlEND RoBINsoS -
A letter a few days since from Ravenna, written
by Henry G. Wright, with Accomplishments from
several other of my loved and well remembered
ones in Ohio, has brought me very wildly before
me. 1t is not the first time since my travels in
foreign lands commenced, that my friend Wright
has thus favored me with a sort of family-letter.
lie knows me too well to need any expression of
my gratitude for such ~brotherly kindness-and he
knows by long experience the worth of such letters
to a wanderer among strangers. So | can leave
all this to care for itself. lie knows his labor of
love is not lost.
Every beautiful song that comes to me from my
many homo voices, has a "miRor" strain. Most of
the American anti-slavcry newspapers that reach
me, bring tidings of the departure of some of our
faithful laborers to their rest and reward and this
last letter sounds the alarm to me to prepare for
further dispensations of the like character. In
such moments, how beautiful, how glorious, how
supporting is faith in the ALLOWING Father, who is
only taking us from these primary trainings and
experiences, to pursue our further development
and culture, nearer to himself, and under his more
immediate direction Truly, we need not sorrow
as those without hope. No deep, dark river, no
f wide ocean, no real barrier nor space, divides thu
present from the ~future-Europe and America are
a thousand leagues apart. Two oceans separate
our two hemispheres. But to us who are alive in
the true import, the divine meaning of the word,
there are no real boundaries betwixt earth and
heaven-no oceans separate us from those who
haze only gone a little before and entered within
the veil. If in reasons ear, the orbs mingle their
voices to make the melody of The spheres, SO to
the ear of our faith, do the voices of all the faith
ful and the song is one and the orchestra one,
with no voice lost, whether this side the curtain Of
the inner temple, or beyond it; ard thus to us
the sorrow of separation may be unknown.
l have had most friendly and affectionate letters
from some Of my western acquaintance, in Salem,
in Jefferson, and even in Michigan. No ans wei
of mine in words can tell the joy and gratitude
these expressions, on the part of my friends, al
f ways awaken. Should | live TO meet any of them
again, they shall know whether their kindly con.
sideration has been wasted upon an unworthy OBJ
ject.
My letters to the Bugle are wide apart. 1t is
: because it seems better to husband my energies
for more important things. Writing was not the
work appointed me, or my endowment for it would
have been greater. And since my sojourn here,
my enfeebled brain has been taxed in too many
ways to admit of letters for publication, oven were
my health far better than it is.
But none of your struggles and labors, so far
G as they are recorded, escape my notice-nor can
the Importance of them to the cause of human
redemption be overestimated. You are doing the
y worlds great work, under God, and are therefore
/ the church of God. A Jewish dispensation Of
bloody sacrifice was perhaps needful to precedt
the better unfolding of the gospel of Love. Oui
n Revolutionary Fathers, like the Hebrews of old
. supposed they were fighting the battles of freedom
$ and laying deep in the blood of their foes the foun
> ddtion of her temple. But neither Moses ant
G Joshua, nor Washington and Jefferson saw tho
+ glory which was to be revealed after them. AL
their work was, at best, but preparatory-they
completed nothing. And if Christianity threw
down the temple of the former dispensation, so
y too, shall we yet sweep away the unions and con
C situations of Church and Government, before thu
y Revolutionary War" shall have done its work il
establishing the doctrine of All Men Created
. Equal"
G i have long feared that most of us do not under
It stand the Importance and dignity of our divint
g mission. Where else can our country look for sal
!, walton, but in the doctrines which we preach sal
$ walton, in all the sacred meaning of the word
What other association but ours, is not based upon
n or controlled by that fatal obstacle to all growtl
and life, Compyomise-and this is as true in til
4 Church as out of it. Principles, like parallels @
latitude, girdle the universe. But not many surel
are girdled by them-not many have even disco,
!, cred them.
England and France boast that they are fghtin
Europe's battles of freedom-no those of Turke
only-and yet the French Emperor has his foot o
. the neck of Mazzini; and his myrn.idons, wit
fixed %bayonet, guard the despotic throne of tn
Pope, as though it had yet more ages to rule wit
, iron sceptre the destinies of millions, all over tn
world.
And both France and England are stirring a
= the energies of earth, and all beneath, to dra
Austria into the alliance, as though its outrage
T. upon Hungary did not deserve severer retributio
than they would visit on the Car.
And these three nations we should have to ca
ri the defenders of freedom in Europe. Napoleo
te yet streams with the blood his minions shed
Paris, to establish his unrighteous reign. He h,
lent one army to keep down the cause of liberty
Italy, and to prolong the vilest spiritual ~despotisl
that ever cursed mankind. And yet he stant
q, foremost in this unhallowed alliance. uungar
= yet blaeds at the feet of Austria. Her noble
women have been stripped and scourged h,
10. brayest men have been hanged by its ungodly d
crees and Austria has been execrated by the tw
~ allied powers, not for these things, but becau,
she will not consent to be their accessory in IL
war upon Russia. Great Britain would then cor
is plete this triple, selfstyled host, for restoring "tl
= balance of power, and preserving the liberties
IN Europe y"
IN Recently the French Emperor visited Londc
in triumph. The anne man walked the streets
Oh the same London, not many years ago, little bett
De than a v~agabond, though deserving of far mo