The Kansas herald of freedom., 1855-09-22
Getting Eloquent.

try. Hear him -
"Who wonders that your blood boils,
that language is powerless to express th,
burning Iavatide of thought Within
The only wonder Is. that every editoria
chair in the land does not tremble be
meath the throbs of swelling heart
that every sheet struck off by the Press
is not converted into a Fiery Cross
speeding with lightning wing over hill
and healthy moor, arousing the inmates
of hut aud hamlet, till, from every spo
where beats manly heart, the stimuli
taneous shout should go up like the
voice of many waters LIBERTY ol
DEATH
Ibid ever beacon fires shoot heaven
ward with redder glare than those which
have burned in our own, our native
land?' Scarcely has the deep glow o.
that gigantic blaze, kindled by the hand
of Douglas, died away; and now tel
thousand lights send up their tongues o
flame from the glades OF Kansas. Shall
they still be unheeded? Will true man
hood still slumber, viii the fre-scathed
signal speed past us? Do we not snuff
the life-blood of our eountrymen on
every gale? Shall we not arouse and
drive back the enemy ere he rayage ouI
homes with FIRE and sword ? How can
men be calm when every day develops
some dark and iendish plot which rivals
all the bloody Vaccinations of Richard
Ill, or the artful deep laid stratagem ol
the black-hearted Iago? Heaven only
knows how many Glousters sit in high
places Alas. that there are those who
can slumber on amid trumpet-peal and
c!ariOn-shouts; now and then perchance
rubbing their drowsy eyes, wondering
what all that noise is about, o, er in Kan
sas; and then with yawn sinking back
to the fatal sleep, to awake and find,
perchance, their birth-right gone
Who now can have the heart to bear
aloft the boasted sstars and stripes p
Who now can sing of the home of the
free, when CORY fingers are placed upon
our lips, with the Injunction Silence
or death 7
"Must more human victims be laid
upon the altar; must more noble hearts
beating for the wrongs of humanity, be
outraged, trampled upon by black and
bloody tyrants, or immured in dungeon
walls for giving vent to their bursting
hearts ? If so, Heaven knows they are
ready! But, o, God of justice, how
long Z? How long must this fair and
blood bought heritage be but the parade
ground of patrolling bands of ruthless
tyrents How long shall our banner
float over nation of slaves, base, igno-
BILE slaves %
"Could gazing nations see all the
heart-sickning details of wickedness in
high places whats farcical scene would
our great and glorious Republic present? ?
"The Chief Magistrate, he who occu-
pies that post which no proud monarch
Of the Old World cold spurn, mere
seryils tool of men hose hearts are
black as midnight During this whole
administration he has but played the
part of a certain domestic animal that
We send to drive intruders from our gar
lens. The Missouri Ruffans send Ffdo
to sacrifice Reeder,-the feat satisfacto-
rily accomplished, he comes fawning
back, and, as he gnaws the bone, they
have thrown him, looks meekly, CRATE
fully up with glance which seems to
say ANY thing more can do for you,
gentlemen Contemplate as the oc-
cupants of the White House may seem,
in the eyes of men; how must high
Heaven regard their treachery /?
1.-THE present aspect of our country
would seem enough to wiring tears from
angels eyes. The great car of Jugger-
naut which for these two hundred years
has been desolating the fair savannahs
of our Southern States, still rolls on,
unchecked crushing beneath its ponder
Gus wheels four millions of bleeding
victims. Their bloody sweat
their tears and groans have, like the
blood Of Abel, cried from the ground,
and will not the great Revenger ere long
send forth the Destroying Angel to ex-
ecute yengel lnee upon all whose lintels
are unmarked by the propitiatory sacri-
lice? And yet this massive engine of
death rolls on even by our very fire.
sides. Atchison and his long train of
are dagging it onward to-
ward the rich prairles of the far West !;
while Pierce and his Cabinet push be-
hind. What a spectacle
% Is there not some mute inglorious'
Washington who shall lead forth the low
ers of freedom? Is there not some
Patrick Henry whose burning philippies
will thrill every heart? Even now we
SCENE to see his shade arise from the
grave. called up by the wrongs of the
country lie loved. Again We hear that
voice thunder forth-sThere
is no retreat but in submission and slave
ry. Our chains are forged. Their
may be heard upon the plains
Of Kansas. The war is ineyitable-and
let it come ~ c.. II