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Wayland (Massachusetts, United States) (search for this): chapter 100
To Miss Henrietta Sargent. Wayland, July 26, 1861. One can't think about anything else but the war; and where is the prophet inspired to see the end thereof? All seems to me a mass of dark thunderclouds, illumined here and there with flashes of light that show God is behind the clouds. I have never in my life felt the presence of God as I do at this crisis. The nation is in his hand, and he is purging it by a fiery process. The people would not listen to the warnings and remonstrances of the abolitionists, uttered year after year in every variety of tone, from the gentle exhortations of May and Channing to the scathing rebukes of Garrison; from the close, hard logic of Goodell to the flowing eloquence of Phillips. More than a quarter of a century ago, Whittier's pen of fire wrote on the wall,-- Oh! rouse ye, ere the storm comes forth,-- The gathered wrath of God and man! In vain. The people went on with their feasting and their merchandise, and lo! the storm is upon
Henrietta Sargent (search for this): chapter 100
To Miss Henrietta Sargent. Wayland, July 26, 1861. One can't think about anything else but the war; and where is the prophet inspired to see the end thereof? All seems to me a mass of dark thunderclouds, illumined here and there with flashes of light that show God is behind the clouds. I have never in my life felt the presence of God as I do at this crisis. The nation is in his hand, and he is purging it by a fiery process. The people would not listen to the warnings and remonstrances of the abolitionists, uttered year after year in every variety of tone, from the gentle exhortations of May and Channing to the scathing rebukes of Garrison; from the close, hard logic of Goodell to the flowing eloquence of Phillips. More than a quarter of a century ago, Whittier's pen of fire wrote on the wall,-- Oh! rouse ye, ere the storm comes forth,-- The gathered wrath of God and man! In vain. The people went on with their feasting and their merchandise, and lo! the storm is upon u
William Ellery Channing (search for this): chapter 100
is the prophet inspired to see the end thereof? All seems to me a mass of dark thunderclouds, illumined here and there with flashes of light that show God is behind the clouds. I have never in my life felt the presence of God as I do at this crisis. The nation is in his hand, and he is purging it by a fiery process. The people would not listen to the warnings and remonstrances of the abolitionists, uttered year after year in every variety of tone, from the gentle exhortations of May and Channing to the scathing rebukes of Garrison; from the close, hard logic of Goodell to the flowing eloquence of Phillips. More than a quarter of a century ago, Whittier's pen of fire wrote on the wall,-- Oh! rouse ye, ere the storm comes forth,-- The gathered wrath of God and man! In vain. The people went on with their feasting and their merchandise, and lo! the storm is upon us Every instance of sending back poor fugitive slaves has cut into my heart like the stab of a bowie-knife, and
Wendell Phillips (search for this): chapter 100
d there with flashes of light that show God is behind the clouds. I have never in my life felt the presence of God as I do at this crisis. The nation is in his hand, and he is purging it by a fiery process. The people would not listen to the warnings and remonstrances of the abolitionists, uttered year after year in every variety of tone, from the gentle exhortations of May and Channing to the scathing rebukes of Garrison; from the close, hard logic of Goodell to the flowing eloquence of Phillips. More than a quarter of a century ago, Whittier's pen of fire wrote on the wall,-- Oh! rouse ye, ere the storm comes forth,-- The gathered wrath of God and man! In vain. The people went on with their feasting and their merchandise, and lo! the storm is upon us Every instance of sending back poor fugitive slaves has cut into my heart like the stab of a bowie-knife, and made me dejected for days ; not only because I pitied the poor wretches who trusted the government in vain, but
John G. Whittier (search for this): chapter 100
hind the clouds. I have never in my life felt the presence of God as I do at this crisis. The nation is in his hand, and he is purging it by a fiery process. The people would not listen to the warnings and remonstrances of the abolitionists, uttered year after year in every variety of tone, from the gentle exhortations of May and Channing to the scathing rebukes of Garrison; from the close, hard logic of Goodell to the flowing eloquence of Phillips. More than a quarter of a century ago, Whittier's pen of fire wrote on the wall,-- Oh! rouse ye, ere the storm comes forth,-- The gathered wrath of God and man! In vain. The people went on with their feasting and their merchandise, and lo! the storm is upon us Every instance of sending back poor fugitive slaves has cut into my heart like the stab of a bowie-knife, and made me dejected for days ; not only because I pitied the poor wretches who trusted the government in vain, but because I felt that all moral dignity was taken o
Goodell (search for this): chapter 100
ark thunderclouds, illumined here and there with flashes of light that show God is behind the clouds. I have never in my life felt the presence of God as I do at this crisis. The nation is in his hand, and he is purging it by a fiery process. The people would not listen to the warnings and remonstrances of the abolitionists, uttered year after year in every variety of tone, from the gentle exhortations of May and Channing to the scathing rebukes of Garrison; from the close, hard logic of Goodell to the flowing eloquence of Phillips. More than a quarter of a century ago, Whittier's pen of fire wrote on the wall,-- Oh! rouse ye, ere the storm comes forth,-- The gathered wrath of God and man! In vain. The people went on with their feasting and their merchandise, and lo! the storm is upon us Every instance of sending back poor fugitive slaves has cut into my heart like the stab of a bowie-knife, and made me dejected for days ; not only because I pitied the poor wretches who
William Lloyd Garrison (search for this): chapter 100
nd thereof? All seems to me a mass of dark thunderclouds, illumined here and there with flashes of light that show God is behind the clouds. I have never in my life felt the presence of God as I do at this crisis. The nation is in his hand, and he is purging it by a fiery process. The people would not listen to the warnings and remonstrances of the abolitionists, uttered year after year in every variety of tone, from the gentle exhortations of May and Channing to the scathing rebukes of Garrison; from the close, hard logic of Goodell to the flowing eloquence of Phillips. More than a quarter of a century ago, Whittier's pen of fire wrote on the wall,-- Oh! rouse ye, ere the storm comes forth,-- The gathered wrath of God and man! In vain. The people went on with their feasting and their merchandise, and lo! the storm is upon us Every instance of sending back poor fugitive slaves has cut into my heart like the stab of a bowie-knife, and made me dejected for days ; not only
May (search for this): chapter 100
and where is the prophet inspired to see the end thereof? All seems to me a mass of dark thunderclouds, illumined here and there with flashes of light that show God is behind the clouds. I have never in my life felt the presence of God as I do at this crisis. The nation is in his hand, and he is purging it by a fiery process. The people would not listen to the warnings and remonstrances of the abolitionists, uttered year after year in every variety of tone, from the gentle exhortations of May and Channing to the scathing rebukes of Garrison; from the close, hard logic of Goodell to the flowing eloquence of Phillips. More than a quarter of a century ago, Whittier's pen of fire wrote on the wall,-- Oh! rouse ye, ere the storm comes forth,-- The gathered wrath of God and man! In vain. The people went on with their feasting and their merchandise, and lo! the storm is upon us Every instance of sending back poor fugitive slaves has cut into my heart like the stab of a bowie-
July 26th, 1861 AD (search for this): chapter 100
To Miss Henrietta Sargent. Wayland, July 26, 1861. One can't think about anything else but the war; and where is the prophet inspired to see the end thereof? All seems to me a mass of dark thunderclouds, illumined here and there with flashes of light that show God is behind the clouds. I have never in my life felt the presence of God as I do at this crisis. The nation is in his hand, and he is purging it by a fiery process. The people would not listen to the warnings and remonstrances of the abolitionists, uttered year after year in every variety of tone, from the gentle exhortations of May and Channing to the scathing rebukes of Garrison; from the close, hard logic of Goodell to the flowing eloquence of Phillips. More than a quarter of a century ago, Whittier's pen of fire wrote on the wall,-- Oh! rouse ye, ere the storm comes forth,-- The gathered wrath of God and man! In vain. The people went on with their feasting and their merchandise, and lo! the storm is upon