Thanks to God, I said, as I read it, a hunker cannot live in Massachusetts
without being wider awake than he imagines.
He must imbibe fanaticism.
Insurrection is epidemic in the State
; treason is our inheritance.
The Puritans planted it in the very structure of the State
; and when their children try to curse a martyr, like the prophet of old, half the curse, at least, turns into a blessing.
I thank God for that Massachusetts
Let us not blame our neighbors too much.
There is something in the very atmosphere that stands above the ashes of the Puritans that prevents the most servile of hearts from holding a meeting which the despots of Virginia
They do not know how to be servile within forty miles of Plymouth
They have not learned the part; with all their wish, they play it awkwardly.
It is the old stiff Puritan
trying to bend, and they do it with a marvellous lack of grace.
I read encouragement in the very signs, the awkward attempts made to resist this very effort of the glorious martyr of the northern hills of New York.
herself looks into his face, and melts; she has nothing but praises.
She tries to scan his traits; they are too manly, and she bows.
Her press can only speak of his manhood.
One has to get outside the influence of his personal presence before the slaves of Virginia
can dig up a forgotten Kansas
lie, and hurl it against the picture which Virginian admiration has painted.
That does not come from Virginia
Northern men volunteer to do the work which Virginia
, lifted for a moment by the sight of martyrdom, is unable to accomplish.
A Newburyport man comes to Boston
, and says that he knows John Brown
was at the massacre of Pottawatomie
He was only twenty-five miles off!
orator gets within thirty miles of the truth, and that is very near,--for him!
was unable — mark