So I will observe the laws; so I will banish the slave from my thoughts, as Kossuth
by subserviency to the South
; I will save the Union
in the same way.”
This is the same old principle the world round, How much truth may I sacrifice in order to save some little Zoar in which God has given me a being?
How much silencing of the truth is permitted us here by God, in order that we may help him govern the world?
How many noble instincts may we stifle, how many despot hearts may we comfort, to help God save America
None! [Great cheering.] No, he did not send us into the world to free the slave.
He did not send Kossuth
into the world to save Hungary
He sent him into the world to speak his whole truth, for the white man and for the black man; to feel as a man for his brother-man; and to speak what he felt
,--then, if Hungary
is saved, to join in the jubilee with which all would celebrate her salvation.
[Loud cheers.] Oh, men are so ready to take upon themselves the great responsibility of doing some great work in the world!
I have got to save the Union
, and therefore I must return fugitive slaves.
I have got to redeem Hungary
, and therefore I may be an American dough-face, instead of a European patriot.
This is the verdict that history shall bring.
When, hereafter, the historian is telling the story of some great man who has done service to his kind, if he be one who loved only his own race or color or country, and stopped there,--who loved a Frenchman because he was himself born in Paris
; or, born in London
, was ready to serve all Englishmen,--if he were one who has rendered some great service to a single nation, or loved his own race and hated all others, he shall say, “This was a great man; he was the Kossuth, the Webster
of his day.”
But when he shall dip his pen in the sunlight,