world piling mountains — banks, gold, cotton, parties, Everetts, Cushings, Couriers
, everything dull and heavy — to keep down thought.
And ever again, in each generation, the living soul, like the bursting bud, throws up the incumbent soil and finds its way to the sunshine and to God, and is the oak of the future, leaving out, spreading its branches, and sheltering the race and time that is to come.
I hold in my hand the likeness of a child of seventeen summers, taken from the body of a boy, her husband, who lies buried on the banks of the Shenandoah
He flung himself against a State for an idea, the child of a father who lived for an idea, who said, “I know that slavery is wrong; thou shalt do unto another as thou wouldst have another do to thee,” --and flung himself against the law and order of his time.
Nobody can dispute his principles.
There are men who dispute his acts.
It is exactly what he meant they should do. It is the collision of admitted principles with conduct which is the teaching of ethics; it is the normal school of a generation.
Puritanism went up and down England
and fulfilled its mission.
It revealed despotism.
Charles I. and James, in order to rule, were obliged to persecute.
Under the guise of what seemed government, they had hidden tyranny.
Patriotism tore off the mask, and said to the enlightened conscience and sleeping intellect of England
, “Behold, that is despotism!”
It was the first lesson; it was the text of the English Revolution
Men still slumbered in submission to law. They tore off the semblance of law; they revealed despotism.
has done the same for us to-day.
The slave system has lost its fascination.
It had a certain picturesque charm for some.
It called itself “chivalry,” and “a State.”
One assault has broken the charm,--it is despotism!