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America, have been dissolved, and the former united in the separate and independent Government of the Confederate States of America, thereby making a separate and independent organization of the Church within the said Confederate States desirable and necessary, in order to the more faithful and successful fulfilment of its duty to its Divine Lord and Master; And whereas, The General Assembly of the Presbyterian Church in the United States of America, by the adoption of a paper known as Dr. Spring's Resolutions, ignoring the establishment of the Government of the Confederate States of America, and disregarding our rights, privileges, and duties as citizens thereof, enjoined our allegiance to, and support of, a Government foreign and hostile to our own, and required us not only to yield obedience to a political power which we, in common with our fellow-citizens of all classes and all churches, have disowned and rejected, but also to act as traitors and rebels against the rightful and
now, if John mayn't Jonathan style, Coward, He may hint Stripes and Stars were better lowered From that tall height to which, till now, their flagstaff towered.“ Punch nibbed his pen, all jubilant, for galling-- When suddenly a weight weighed down the feather, And a red liquid, drop by drop, slow falling, Came from the nib; and the drops rolled together, And steamed, and smoked, and sung--“Not ink, but blood; Drops now, but soon to swell into a flood, Perchance e'er Summer's leaf has burst Spring's guarding bud. “Blood by a brother's hand drawn from a brother-- And they by whom 'tis ta'en, by whom 'tis given, Are both the children of an English mother; Once with that mother, in her wrath, they've striven; Was't not enough, that parricidal jar, But they must now meet in fraternal war? If such strife draw no blood, shall England scoff therefore? “If she will laugh, through thee, her chartered wit, Use thou no ink wherewith to pen thy scoff; We'll find a liquor for thy pen more fit
Harper's Encyclopedia of United States History (ed. Benson Lossing), Murray, James Ormsbee 1827-1899 (search)
Murray, James Ormsbee 1827-1899 Educator; born in Camden, S. C., Nov. 27, 1827; graduated at Brown University in 1850, and at Andover Theological Seminary in 1854. Soon afterwards he became pastor of the Congregational Church in Peabody, Mass., where he remained till 1861. He was then called to the pastorate of the Prospect Street Church in Cambridgeport, which he left in 1865 to become associate pastor with the Rev. Dr. Spring, in the Brick Presbyterian Church in New York. In 1873 he succeeded to this pastorate; in 1874 accepted the Professorship of Belles-Lettres, and English Language and Literature in the Princeton University; and in 1886 became the first dean of the faculty of Princeton. His works include Life of Francis Wayland; George Ide Chace: a Memorial; Introduction, with bibliography, to Cowper's poetical works; William Gammell: a biographical sketch, with selections from his writings; Lectures on English Literature; and The sacrifice of praise, a compilation of
Doc. 73 1/2.--meeting at Union Square, New York. The Rev. Dr. Spring, of the Brick Church, of the city, was invited to offer the opening prayer. The venerable gentleman, before offering prayer, said:-- I think myself very happy, Mr. President and fellow-citizens, that, as a native-born American, as a son of one of the revolutionary officers, as a member of Christ's church and one of His ambassadors, I am permitted to bear my testimony in favor of this noble cause. My past views on the agitated questions of the country are well known to those of you who are familiar with the press. I have seen no occasion to alter them; I adhere to them now. But the question now is not between slavery and anti-slavery — between republicanism and democracy; it is between law and anarchy — between government and mere phantoms, that sink into nothingness compared with the main question of government or no government in this favored country. And, Sir, it is that my feeble voice, in the behalf
James Redpath, The Public Life of Captain John Brown, Chapter 8: the conquering pen. (search)
ite cheerful, and by no means cast down. I remember that the time is short. The little trunk and all its contents (so far as I can judge) reached me safe. May God reward all the contributors. I wrote you under cover to our excellent friend Mrs. Spring on the 16th instant. I presume you have it before now. When you return it is most likely the Lake will not be open; so you must get your ticket at Troy for Moreau Station, or Glens Falls, (for Glens Falls if you can get one,) or get one for V. He died almost instantly — was by my side. William was shot by several persons. Anderson was killed with Dauphin. Keep this letter to refer to. God Almighty bless and keep you all. Your affectionate husband, John Brown Dear Mrs. Spring: I send this to your care, because I am at a loss where it will reach my wife. Your friend, in truth, J. Brown. Letter to his children. Charlestown, Jefferson Co., Va., Nov. 22, 1859. Dear Children All: I address this letter
James Redpath, The Public Life of Captain John Brown, Chapter 9: forty days in chains. (search)
had been done in Missouri. Just at that point the interview terminated. The prisoners are still guarded with the greatest vigilance. Hundreds of men all the time under arms are stationed at the jail, which, by the way, in its external appearance looks much more like a private residence than a jail, with its curtained windows and porch or stoop, to speak in Yankee parlance, leading out on the street-but it is very strong and secure within. On the 5th of November, a Northern lady-- Mrs. Spring-arrived in Charlestown to nurse John Brown; and, on the following day, was admitted to his cell. From her account of this interview, all that has not hitherto been published is subjoined: On our way we spent a night at Harper's Ferry. In the parlor we heard a young lady describing to a gentleman the horrors of the night of terror. I wished, she said, I could shoot them all. She told the story of poor Thompson, brought wounded into the hotel, followed by the infuriated people, pr
Wendell Phillips, Theodore C. Pease, Speeches, Lectures and Letters of Wendell Phillips: Volume 2, Suffrage for woman (1861) (search)
rest in ;s right hand. I want to spike the gun of selfishness; or rather, I want to double-shot the cannon of selfishness. Let Wall Street say, Look you! whether the New York Central stock shall have a toll placed upon it, whether my million shares shall be worth sixty cents in the market or eighty, depends upon whether certain women up there at Albany know the laws of trade and the secrets of political economy, --and Wall Street will say, Get out of the way, Dr. Adams! Absent yourself Dr. Spring! We don't care for Jewish prejudices; these women must have education! [Loud applause.] Show me the necessity in civil life, and I will find you forty thousand pulpits that will say Saint Paul meant just that. [Renewed applause.] Now, I am Orthodox; I believe in the Bible; I reverence Saint Paul; I believe his was the most masterly intellect that God ever gave to the race; I believe he was the connecting link, the bridge, by which the Asiatic and European mind were joined; I believe th
dorsers. To a great extent, they are the victims of a horribly false state of society in Missouri, and no doubt fearfully depraved; yet they are not beasts, nor to be treated as beasts. Convince us that it is right to shoot anybody, and our perplexity would be to know where to begin— whom first to despatch, as opportunity might offer. We should have to make clean work of the President and his Cabinet— Douglas, Atchison, Stringfellow, Toombs, Wise, and their associates—Doctors Lord, Adams, Spring, Fuller, and others of the same cloth—Judges Loring, Kane, Grier, and Slave Commissioners generally—the conductors of such papers as the New York Journal of Commerce, Observer, Express, Herald, and the Satanic press universally. These are the intelligent, responsible, and colossal conspirators against the liberty, peace, happiness, and safety of the republic, whose guilt cannot easily be exaggerated. Against their treasonable course our moral indignation burns like fire, though we wish
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Atlantic Essays, Sappho. (search)
e the rose their king. It is the ornament of the earth, the glory of plants, the eye of the flowers, the blush of the meadows, a flash of beauty. It breathes of love, welcomes Aphrodite, adorns itself with fragrant leaves, and is decked with tremulous petals, that laugh in the zephyr. Indeed, that love of external nature, which is so often mistakenly said to have been wanting among the Greeks, is strongly marked in Sappho. She observes the vernal swallow and the melodious nightingale, Spring's herald. The moon, she elsewhere says, was at the full, and they [the stars] stood round her, as round an altar. And again, The stars around the lovely moon withdraw their splendor when, in her fulness, she most illumines earth. Of herself Sappho speaks but little in the fragments left to us. In one place she asserts that she is not of malignant nature, but has a placid mind, and again that her desire is for a mode of life that shall be elegant and at the same time honest, the first wi
James Parton, The life of Horace Greeley, Chapter 30: Appearance—manners—habits. (search)
n both sides with a procession of bright-colored fellow-creatures moving with less than their usual languor, in the hope of not being too late at church. The steps of the crowd, I observe, for the first time, are audible; for, no profane vehicle, no omnibus, cart, hack, or wagon, drowns all other noises in their ceaseless thunder. Only a private carriage rolls along occasionally, laden with a family of the uppermost thousand, bound for Trinity or St. George's, or the Brick Chapel, where Dr. Spring discourses of First Things to First Things. It is possible now, and safe, for the admiring stranger, your affectionate brother, to stand in the middle of the street, and to discover that it is perfectly straight, from the rising ground above the Park to where the tall, white spire of Grace Church, so strikingly terminates the beautiful promenade—a feat which no man hath been able to accomplish on a week-day these thirty years. The sun upon this cloudless morning brilliantly lights up the
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