<*>the last volume of the Tribune, the reader is invited to survey of the place whence it was issued, to glance at the routine of the daily press, to witness the scene in which our hero has labored so long. The Tribune building remains to be exhibited. has never approved such payment of tribute to man-thieves, and every day's earnest consideration causes it to be regarded with less and less favor. For it is not the snatching of hand and there a person from Slavery, at the possible rate of one for every thousand increase of our slave population, that they desire, but the overthrow and extermination of the slave-holding system; and this end, they realize, is rather hindered than helped by their buying here and there a slave into freedom. If by so buying ten thousand a year, at a cost of Ten Millions of Dollars, they should confirm you and other slaveholders in the misconception that Slavery is regarded without abhorrence by intelligent Christian freemen at the North, they would be doing great harm to their cause and injury to their fellow-Christians in bondage. You may have heard, perhaps, of the sentiment proclaimed by Decatur to the slaveholders of the Barbary Coast— “Millions for defense—not a cent for tribute!” —and perhaps also of its counterpart in the Scotch ballad—Instead of broad pieces, we'll pay them broadswords;but “the friends of Liberty” in this quarter will fight her battle neither with lead nor steel—much less with gold. Their trust is in the might of Opinion— in the resistless power of Truth where Discussion is untrammeled and Commercial Intercourse constant—in the growing Humanity of our age—in the depending sense of Common Brotherhood—in the swelling hiss of Christendom <*> just benignity of God. In the earnest faith that these must soon eradicate a wrong so gigantic and so palpable as Christian Slavery, they serenely await the auspicious hour which must surely some. Requesting you, Mr.———--not to suppress my name in case you see fit to reply to this, and to be assured that I write no letter that I am ashamed of, I remain, Yours, so-so,
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Table of Contents:
Chapter 1 : the Scotch -Irish of New Hampshire .
Chapter 3 : early childhood.
Chapter 5 : at Westhaven , Vermont .
Chapter 6 : apprenticeship.
Chapter 7 : he wanders.
Chapter 8 : arrival in New York.
Chapter 10 : the first penny paper—and who thought of it.
Chapter 12 : editor of the New Yorker .
Chapter 15 : starts the Tribune .
Chapter 16 : the Tribune and Fourierism.
Chapter 18 : the Tribune and J. Fenimore Cooper .
Chapter 19 : the Tribune continues.
Chapter 20 : Margaret Fuller .
Chapter 21 : editorial repartees.
Chapter 23 : three months in Congress.
Chapter 24 : Association in the Tribune office .
Chapter 26 : three months in Europe .
Chapter 27 : recently.
Chapter 28 : day and night in the Tribune office .
Chapter 29 : position and influence of Horace Greeley .
Chapter 30 : Appearance—manners—habits.
<*>the last volume of the Tribune, the reader is invited to survey of the place whence it was issued, to glance at the routine of the daily press, to witness the scene in which our hero has labored so long. The Tribune building remains to be exhibited.
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