general liberation of the slaves.
All the coercion from without, and all the blandishments from within, his political household failed to move him. An heroic figure, indifferent alike to praise and blame, he stood at the helm and waited.
In the shadow of his lofty form the smaller men could keep up their petty conflicts.
Towering thus, he overlooked them all, and fearlessly abided his time.
At last the great moment came.
He called his Cabinet together and read the decree.
The deed was done, unalterably, unhesitatingly, irrevocably, and triumphantly.
The people, at first profoundly impressed, stood aloof, but, seeing the builder beside the great structure he had so long been rearing, their confidence was abundantly renewed.
It was a glorious work, “sincerely believed to be an act of justice warranted by the constitution upon military necessity,” and upon it its author “invoked the considerate judgment of mankind and the gracious favor of Almighty God.”
I believe Mr. Lincoln
wished to go down in history as the liberator of the black man. He realized to its fullest extent the responsibility and magnitude of the act, and declared it was “the central act of his administration and the great event of the nineteenth century.”
Always a friend of the negro, he had from boyhood waged a bitter unrelenting warfare against his enslavement.
He had advocated his cause in the courts, on the stump, in the Legislature of his State and that of the nation, and, as if to crown it with a sacrifice, he sealed his devotion to the great cause of freedom with his blood.
As the years roll slowly