Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1867-02-27

of quick and hearty sympathy with the
side which fought no less for government
than for the rights of man. Fifty pages are
occupied with the experience of the author
in q Taste of Camp Life in Virginia, In
1864, in which are graphically described the
many lights and shadows of the soldiers life.
Below we copy an article written before
slavery was abolished, showing Mrs. Lippin-
colts hearty hate of the institution, and her
impatient waiting for its overthrow.
THE CHURCH AND THE INSTITUTION.
That the old spirit of concession to slavery
has been cast out of the great Church of the
North few will deny, though it still fingers
here and there on crimson cushions and un-
der stained windows Sunday School books
and the publications of tract societies are no
longer sifted with pious care, lest some small
grain of hard anti-slavery truth shall grit in
| the teeth of Southern Christians. Bibles
and Prayer-books may be issued now illus
trated with the ,chole group of Schaeffers
picture of Christus Consoldtor,-not as of
old, with the figure eff the kneeling, manacled
Ethiop left out. whole bench of bishops
would not now dare to shut the slave away
/ from his Lord
| An officer, lately from the Department of
the Gulf, described to me the other day an
incident which he witnessed on an expedition
up the Teche. AS the Union gunboats,
loaded with troops, passed up the river, the
slaves on the plantations would run down to
the banks, to hail with Joy the Federal flag,
and to cheer onward the Yankee soldiers.
One morning, on passing very near the
shore, group of men, women, and children
were seen standing bluff, hailing 90 the
invaders - with unusual demonstrations of
enthusiasm. Suddenly out in front of the
group there stepped black woman, of al
: most gigantic stature, straight, symmetrical.
and peculiarly grand in air and movement.
She stretched her great, bare arms, like pol
ished ebony, toward the gunboats, then lifted
!, them heavenward, clasped her hands and
sunk upon her knees. 1t was Z" Ethiopia
stretching out her hands to God, TO that
: God who is g no respecter of persons" and
has prejudice against color. The crowd
. behind he grew utterly still, and evidently
ioined in her silent, solemn invocation The
Q soldiers on the gunboats for the time seemed
: awe-struck then, the prayer ceased, they
= = | broke into hearty cheer. All reverently
! accepted the poor slave-woman's blessing,
and many vowed themselves anew to that
cause whose triumph should hberate her and
all the oppressed of our land.
I think l should like to that black
Unionist of Louisiana confronted with the
!. venerable bishop of the white souls of Yer
J J mont, who lately seized on his spiritual arms,
and came SO manfully up to the help of the
mighty against the Lord. 1 should like to
: hear him attempt to argue her into the belief
: that slavery is her rightful. God-appointed
;; condition because, forsooth, away back in
the misty morning of the world, poor Canaan
: was cursed.
Nav we not hope that we have heard the
% last of that tiresome can't that has vexed our
&c ears so long in defense of slavery as a civil
" izing and Chrsitanizing institution?
l. | once heard an anecdote of pious little
e girl. who was observed one rainy morning
standing at window cody exterminating
e flies With her small hand lowering over an
{ unconscious victim, she heard to say.
II = Little fly, do you want to go to God? Then
,l55 go,"
u So, at the best, slavery sacrifices the Ger
rs tain earthly to the possible heavenly welfare
&c and crushes, TO Christianize.
y As for me, / would rather trust myself to
n the mercy of God in heathcnism. than TO the
3 mercy of any slave-owner in Christendom-
would rather hear God voice in the winds.
~ reathing among the palms of the desert, IN
nc Z thunder, in tempest, than hear his name in
oi the oaths of the slave-driyer or in the hypo-
SO critical PRAYERS of slaveholding preacher
ce [ would rather rove at will. in a state
~ of sin and misery on the banks of the Nj
ot ger or amid the mountains of Abyssinla,
d. than toll in the same state among the sugar
al canes of Louisiana or the rice-swamps OF
VI Alabama. [ would rather be ignorant OF
the marriage rite in Timbuctoo, than subject
lie to the divorce of the auctioneer's hammer In
as Tennessee | would rather hold my child in
II barbarism than have her sold away from my
II e arms in land of - Gospel privileges
ot q God what must it be not to orcn the
ot child which thou hast given,
oi The children,-they often make the tlef
Ike which bind the slave to the old plantation in
~ a mock contentment, which is only the still
IKE despair the slow. bitter martyrdom of love
hts 4 gentleman of Washington tells me tina
'On he last autumn met. on one OF the road!
'hs leading to the city, sad, stern-looking blacl
woman, bearing on her head heavy baske
eve of pears Entering into conversation witt
es, her. he found that she had walked titteel
m lsit mules that morning to bring those pears Z
~ market for her master
per - WeIl' said my friend. - now YOU ar
'"h ,,' here, why do mt you stay?"
our STAY, We got lot of chile back da
VI on de ole plantation All my ole mass
IN III knows what II foteh me back, better dn
iu- bloodhounds.''
Sscc Well, if you must go back, hope yo
VI VI have good master.
her Good he COOP, \ little piece of hei
an an massa -
out And with this terse summing up of he
uo masters character. the faithful and attache
bondswoman strobe on
ree We may thank God that, through this wa
a. a. the last silvery veil has been torn from ii
'le Mokanna of slavery, and be stands forth
try all his hideousness and horror. He has a
'ic sumed new namcs.-Secession, Revolution
p"e' Southern Confederacy y,-but he is the san
''on old monster that the fanatics and Quake
oiF have been battling with for more than
@ieIe @ quarter of century. The ball that killt
l'hs Loveiov, the cane that struck down Sumne
anu the rope that strangled grand old John Brow
.niy the shells of Charleston batteries, the pawn
ron, stones of Baltimore. the slug that tore in
i''fu the heart of Ellsworth, every shot and swo
-, and bayonet that has laid low our heroes fro
'ho the beginning of the to this day, Z
lohs bludgeons and frcbrands of New York al
10Y Detroit rioters, were all drawn from has
= &c =, fernal armory.
'o The same old monster has stripped q
Jun Jun dead, and bayoneted our wounded, and FIR
'N'u . at half drowned men, struggling to esca
en- eur, from burning ships The same old mons
llilu has all along been robbing and chilling n
;" ,, III sitting and starving and killing with sl
~ " 10 torture our brave men in his noisome Or
ny ons O God hasten the time when livir
u surging tide of freemen may sweep agail
, ., those prison-walls and through them. a
anu overthrow them, till not one stone shall
- main upon another
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