Look how barbarous it is!
Take a single instance.
A young girl throws herself upon the bosom of a Northern boy who himself had shown mercy, and endeavors to save him from the Christian
rifles of Virginia
They tore her off, and the pitiless bullet found its way to the brave, young heart.
She stands upon the streets of that very town, and dares not avow the motive — glorious, humane instinct — that led her to throw herself on the bosom of the hapless boy!
She bows to the despotism of her brutal State, and makes excuses for her humanity!
That is the Christian Virginia
In 1608 an Indian girl flung herself before her father's tomahawk on the bosom of an English gentleman, and the Indian
refrained from touching the English
traveller whom his daughter's affection protected.
lives to-day, the ideal beauty of Virginia
, and her proudest names strive to trace their lineage to the brave Indian girl: that was Pagan Virginia
, two centuries and a half ago. What has dragged her down from Pocahontas
in 1608 to John Brown
in 1859, when humanity is disgraceful, and despotism treads it out under its iron heel?
Who revealed it?
One brave act of an old Puritan
soul, that did not stop to ask what the majority thought, or what forms were, but acted
. The revelation of despotism is the great lesson which the Puritan
of one month ago has taught us. He has flung himself, under the instinct of a great idea, against the institutions beneath which we sit, and he says, practically, to the world, as the Puritan
did: “If I am a felon, bury me with curses.
I will trust to a future age to judge between you and me. Posterity will summon the State
to judgment, and will admit my principle.
I can wait.”
Men say it is anarchy, that this right of the individual to sit in judgment cannot be trusted.
It is the lesson of Puritanism.
If the individual