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Francis Jackson Garrison, William Lloyd Garrison, 1805-1879; the story of his life told by his children: volume 4, Chapter 1: no union with non-slaveholders!1861. (search)
. The weapons resorted to, on both sides, are the same; yet it is impossible not to wish success to the innocent, and defeat to the guilty party. But, in so doing, we do not compromise either our anti-slavery or our peace principles. On the contrary, we wish all the North were able to adopt those principles, understandingly, heartily, and without delay; but, according to the structure of the human mind, in the whirlwind of the present deadly conflict, this is impracticable. As, therefore, Paul said to the Jews who would not accept of the new dispensation, Ye that are under the law, do ye not hear the law? Cursed is every one that continueth not in all things written in the book of the law to do them —so we measure those who, rejecting the doctrine of non-resistance, profess to believe in the right and duty of maintaining their freedom by the sword. The worst thing they can do is to be recreant to their own convictions in such a crisis as this. But this is, obviously, not the
ersion to gloom, physical or mental, and his sense of the identity of light and life and energy. After hearing his neighbor, the Rev. Dr. George Putnam's Thanksgiving discourse in 1866, my father wrote him a complimentary note about it, but added a remonstrance against the sepulchral darkness of the church (amply provided with windows, which were carefully blinded and curtained), which he said was enough to prevent his going often to hear the Doctor, even if the latter had the eloquence of Paul, the zeal of Peter, and the love of John. The Doctor acknowledged that his people closed more blinds than was necessary, and seemed to prefer a dim religious light; but, he added, with a playful allusion to the skylight over his pulpit, you know I get my light from above! As a result, our home made the impression of being lived in in every part, with nothing formal, or kept for show, or too good for daily use. Along with this, in my father's domain, there was naturally some disorder, agai