The weekly Anglo-African. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1859-1861, 1859-09-17
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Your servants,
VIM. Tubbs, Taunton, Mass, born in Elizabeth
City, n c.; VIM. Weaver, Boston, Mass, born in
Sierra Leone; John Williams, Boston, Mass, born
in Sandwich Islands; Tom Wins6eld, New York,
born on the Island of St. Kits, well known in St.
Thomas as an English subject.
Gracious Heaven! Do we live in Re
public? Have the sounds of democracy
been ringing in our ears since ourinfancyf
Is this a land of Bibles and of Sabbaths1
Have we ministers of the Gospel Are
we among Christians, or even among men
Are we among heather men event Or have
we woke up and found ourselves sunk in
to the depths of pandemonium2 Else where
are we :? where2
The stories of Shylock and the pound of
flesh, and all that, are songs of the saints
in Heaven when compared to the damna-
BILE deeds of our times. Listen to the ev
idence and tell US if we speak not truly.
Four men-three of whom are citizens of
the United States and the other British
subiect-are incarcerated in Southern
dungeon, to be, if possible, soon choked to
death. And for what2 Who can tellI
For murder2 No For theft? No. For
, piracy? No, none of these For any of
the higher crimes among men? for any in
fraction of the laws that regulate honest
society," No, none whatever. For any
I violation of the laws of God or of just
men2 No, no, none. For what then are
four honest men, respectable citizens in the
, honest pursuit of their business, seized and
cast into Southern purgatory, to be car
[ ried through mock trial, and thence
2 choked out of life? We know not if the
3 crown of thorns, and the cross, and the
spear will be there at the scene, and the
soldiers; but we are satisfied that the High
Priest will grace the spot with his pres
ence.
But we ask again, for what is all this
simply because there was found on the
/ same vessel (the George Harris) on which
these men were employed, man supposed
to be on his way to land of freedom. A
man, did we say? A thing-a chattel |!
A chattel of the Rev. Michael Robbins, a
minister of the Gospel of Christ, a legate
of Heaven
} Do we speak truly7 Have we our rea-
SOM Do we live? Do we breathe 7
Does the blood yet pulsate in our veins
Does it not stand still, or does it course
with fevered and double quickness?
This thing-this chattel of this High
Priest of Christ-this machine-this instru-
ment of this man of God, having neither
tongue nor voice, is, notwithstanding, made
to say that these men-these honest, inof-
Tending citizens nticed him away. En-
ticed Only think of it. Enticed the
(, chattel Who says so2 The chattel it.
self. Shall this be told in Gath2
We always thought, hitherto, that the
chattel had no word. Dare it now be pub
lished in the streets of Askalon that it has
both mouth and word2 Dare the Rev.
Michael Robbins so publish it2
All, now we have it He, the chattel,
has word and voice, if extorted even by the
bloody lash and the thumb-screw, if it be
to condemn to prison and to death one,
four, or thousand of his own brethren;
but if, on the other hand, it be raised
against white, it is void of any truth and
without any potency whatever. We think
we do not go too far when we say, greater
consistency than this can be found any
where else, even in the lake that burneth
} with fire and birthstone.
But we wander. Filled with visions of
) the Rev. Michael Robbins and his chattel,
and the harm likely to come to these four
unfortunate men if timely aid is not offer
ed them, our brain reels to and fro with
the horrible intoxication thereof.
Read therefore, friends, again and again,
the appeal of these men, for yourselves,
as it comes up from their fiery dungeon;
and as you read and hear, pity and help
help them to the utmost of your ability.
Not only they, but God and humanity alike
appeal to you in their behalf.
| We trust a generous public, for such we
believe is yet left to us here, will not listen
to this appeal in vain