The Evansville daily journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ia. [i.e. Ind.]) 1848-1862, 1860-08-17
Carl Sehurz.

carr SehuEZ.
This gentleman is certainly one of the
most remarkable men in the country. Who
ever reads his speeches cannot fail to be i'm
pressed with the lofty range of his ideas
so much above the surface level of political
eloquence of the day. 1t is plain that he is
a man to whom the shining events of to-day
are philosophic sublimity indicating the
inner spirit of the era and foreshadowing
the grandeur of the future. Yet, with all
this he mixes a SURPRISING practical knowl-
edge and wisdom, and his speeches are ripe
with well considered precepts of action.
As a specimen of the wonderful beauty and
power of his eloquence, as also of the pecu-
liar vein of melancholy which pervades it,
We subjoin the following appeal to the slave
holders of America, which occurred in the
peroratOn of a speech delivered by him in
st. Louis last Wednesday night. We will
venture to say that there is not finer in
stance of glowing eloquence in the litera-
ture of the country.-LGf. Cour.
Shareholders of America, | appeal to
you. Are you really in earnest when you
speak of perpetuating slavery? Shall it
never cease 2 Never Stop and consider,
where you are and in what days you live.
g This is the nineteenth century. Never
since mankind has recollection of times
gone by, has the human mind disclosed such
wonderful powers. The hidden forces of
nature we have torn from their mysterious
concealment and yoked them into the har-
ness of usefulness they carry our thoughts
over slender wires to distant nations they
draw our wagons over the highways of
trade; they pull the gigantic oars of our
ships they set in motion the iron fingers
of our machinery they will soon pillow our
fields and gather our crops. The labor of
the brain has exalted to a mere bridling and
controlling of natural forces the labor of the
hand-and you think you can perpetuate a
system which reduces man, however degrad-
ed, yet capable of development, to the
level ola soulless machine
" This is the world of the nineteenth CEN
tury. The last remnants of feudalism in
the old world are fast disappearing. The
Gar of Russia, in the fullness of his impe-
rial power, is forced to yield to the irresist-
ible march of human progress, and aboliShes
serfdom. Even the Sultan of Turkey can
no longer maintain the savage customs OF
the Moslem against the pressure of the CEN
fury, and slavery disappears. And you,
citizens of Republic, you think you can
arrest the wheel Of progress with your bred
Scott decisions and Democratic platforms
Enthusiastic cheers.
LOOh dIOuIQ 1Ou anu sue NOW lOuc-
some you are in this wide werld of ours
As far as modern civilization throws its rays,
what people, what class of society is there
like you Cry out into the world your wild
and guilty fantasy of property in man. and
every echo responds with cry of horror or
contempt every breeze, from whatever
point of the compass it may come, brings
you verdict of condemnation. There is
no human heart that sympathizes with your
cause, unless 1t sympathizes with the cause
OF despotlsm in every form. There is no
human voice to cheer you on in your strug-
gle; there IS no human eye that has tear
for your reyerses, no link of sympathy be-
tween the common cause of the great bu-
man brotherhood and yon. You hear OF
emancipation in Russia, and wish it should
fail. You hear of Italy rising, and fear the
spirit of liberty should become contagious
Where all mankind rejoices, you tremble.
Where all mankind loves, you bate. Where
all mankind curses, you sympathize.
"And in this appalling solitude you stant
alone against a powerful world, against {
great century fighting hopeless as the strug
gle of the Indians against the onward marcel
of civilization. Use all the devices which
the inventive genius of despotism may sug.
gest and yet how can you resist? In every
little village school house, the little children
who learn to read and write, are plotting
against you; in every labratory of science
in every machine shop, the human mind il
working the destruction of your idol. You
cannot attempt TO keep pace with the gen
eral progress of mankind, without plottin.
against yourselves. Every steam whistle
every putting locomotive, is sounding th,
shrek of liberty into your ears. From t Il