A chapter of history.
The theory which a grave and learned Northern senator has recently announced in Congress, that slavery, like the cotton-plant, is confined by natural laws to certain parallels of latitude, beyond which it can by no possibility exist, however it may have satisfied its author and its auditors, has unfortunately no verification in the facts of the case.
Slavery is singularly cosmopolitan in its habits.
The offspring of pride, and lust, and avarice, it is indigenous to the world.
Rooted in the human heart, it defies the rigors of winter in the steppes of Tartary and the fierce sun of the tropics.
It has the universal acclimation of sin.
The first account we have of negro slaves in New England
is from the pen of John Josselyn
Nineteen years after the landing at Plymouth
, this interesting traveller was for some time the guest of Samuel Maverick
, who then dwelt, like a feudal baron, in his fortalice on Noddle's Island
, surrounded by retainers and servants, bidding defiance to his Indian neighbors behind his strong walls, with ‘four great guns’ mounted thereon, and ‘giving entertainment to all new-comers gratis.’
‘On the 2d of October, 1639, about nine o'clock ’