to immortalize some greater spirit than that,--one whose philanthrophy, like the ocean, knew no bounds; the eagle of whose spirit, towering in its pride of place, looked down upon the earth, and saw blotted out from the mighty scene all the little lines with which man had narrowed it in, and took in every human being as a brother, and loved all races with an equal humanity; who never silenced the truth that the white man might longer trample on the black, or thought the safety of his own land cheaply bought at the price of lavish eulogies laid on the footstool of petty tyrants,--he shall dip his pen in the gorgeous hues of the sunlight and write, “This was a greater man yet; he was a Garrison, an O'Connell, a Fayette.”
[Loud and continued cheers.]
Now, this is the exact difference which the Antislavery world recognizes in Kossuth
He is the man who has been content to borrow his tone from the atmosphere in which he moved.
He has offered American patriotism the incense of his eulogy, and has by that course consented to do service to the dark spirit of American slavery.
We find no fault with any expression of his gratitude; but gratitude to the administration of the country was not necessarily eulogy of all its institutions.
A man may thank a benefactor without endorsing his character!
He came to a land where every sixth man is a slave, and where the national banner clings to the flag-staff heavy with blood, and the lips which proclaimed the freedom of the Hungarian
serf have found no occasion but for eulogy!
He came to a land where the Bible
is prohibited, by statute, to three millions of human beings; to whom, also, the marriage institution is a forbidden blessing,--and the eminently religious Hungarian can find no occasion but for eulogy!
He came to a land where almost every village in the free States has more than one trembling fugitive who dare not tell his true