in honor of Liberty, in immediate contrast with men and women chained and driven like cattle to market!
The editor of the American Spectator
, a paper published at Washington
at that time, speaking of this black procession of slavery, describes it as ‘driven along by what had the appearance
of a man on horseback.’
The miserable wretches who composed it were doubtless consigned to a slave-jail to await their purchase and transportation to the South or Southwest; and perhaps formed a part of that drove of human beings which the same editor states that he saw on the Saturday
following, ‘males and females chained.
in couples, starting from Robey
's tavern, on foot, for Alexandria
, to embark on board a slave-ship.’
At a Virginia camp-meeting, many years ago, one of the brethren, attempting an exhortation, stammered, faltered, and finally came to a dead stand.
‘Sit down, brother,’ said old Father Kyle
, the one-eyed abolition preacher; ‘it's no use to try; you can't preach with twenty negroes sticking in your throat!’
It strikes us that our country is very much in the condition of the poor confused preacher at the camp-meeting.
Slavery sticks in its throat, and spoils its finest performances, political and ecclesiastical; confuses the tongues of its evangelical alliances; makes a farce of its Fourth of July celebrations; and, as in the case of the grand Washington
procession of 1830, sadly mars the effect of its rejoicings in view of the progress of liberty abroad.
There is a stammer in all our exhortations; our moral and political homilies are sure to run into confusions and