Article on Anti Slavery
ANTI-SLAVERY. ANTI-SLAVERY. ANTI-SLAVERY. INTERESTING MEETING. The writer of the following account, somewhat abridged fiom the Herald of Freedom, is a New Hampshire Hampshire young man, not yet of age. His composition composition bears the marks of uncommon talent and eloquence. eloquence. j. Mr. Rogers It was my privilege to attend the Annual Annual Meeting of the Hillsborough County Anti-Slavery Anti-Slavery Anti-Slavery Sot iety, which was held at Weare, the last week. It was a grand occasion for the slave and his friends. The delegation from the difiereut towns of the county, though weak in numbers, were strong in the old pilgrim pilgrim spirit, and well clad with the panoply of auti-slavery auti-slavery auti-slavery truth. The Convention was composed of emphatically emphatically ' strong men and true.' They Mere men whojhad stood erect for ' the right and the true ' from the outset of our holy enterprise. They were men who had passed through the stormy times of '35, and-the and-the and-the later days of , clerical appeals ' and 'new organizations,' organizations,' undismayed, unreduced, unmoved ; and were uow, like the old kidnapper, who hunted down the runaway runaway Onesimus and sent him back to the christian slaveholder Philemon, ready to be offered, if need be, for the defence of their principles. Made up of such men, the meeting could not "be otherwise than interesting. interesting. And the audience of spectators. O, it was a fine sight to see such an assembly on such an occasion hanging with breathless silence upon the lips of the speakers. The people- people- of Weare were there, almost ex masse. 'The men who dig about her free bills, and eat no bread but what they earn, felt the degradation that slavery is heaping upon labor, and were -desirous -desirous of adding their voice to a corrected public' opinion, that shall make it by and by more honorable lot' man to earn his bread by the sweat of his brow, than to whip it from the back of woman. The farmers of Weare were there. They left their nodding corn-fields, corn-fields, corn-fields, half-gathered, half-gathered, half-gathered, and had come up to the Anti-Slavery Anti-Slavery Anti-Slavery Convention to consult for the relief of those who have reapt down the fields of the South and whose wages are kept hack by fraud. The laborer had thrown off his apron the noise of the anvil and the din of the mechanic shop had ceased, for those who swing the sledge-hammer, sledge-hammer, sledge-hammer, and drive the plane, and push the saw, and turn the auger, and blow the bellows, and strike Ueanvil, in one half the States of ibis Uuion, are plundered of all their rights, and the working men of Weare felt it their duty and privilege to sympathize with their wronged and iujured brethren. brethren. - . . , And the spindle ceased to mingle its music with the roar of the water-fall, water-fall, water-fall, lor, to the honor of those concerned concerned be it told, that the factory in Weare was closed on that day, that the operatives might go up to the anti-slavery anti-slavery anti-slavery anti-slavery gathering, and mingle their sympathies and counsels with the friends of the laborer. And our faithful brother Cartland was there. He had iust returned from his sojourn at the city that re duced the beautiful Pennsylvania Hall to a smoulder ing heap once the ' city ot brotherly love,' now the very hunting-ground hunting-ground hunting-ground of the kidnapper, the kennel of two legged hounds, kept by our ' southern brethren ' to worry down the panting fugitive, and the scenes that he had there witnessed had added new fire to bis generous soul that already boiled over with holy indignation indignation at the baseness of the oppressor and with love and sympathy for the plundered. He added much to the interest ot the meeting by relating the circumstan ces of several affecting cases of kidnapping that came to bis knowledge while at Philadelphia. These things were interesting, but the best of the story remains to be told. God in his Providence had thrown open the door of the southern prison-house, prison-house, prison-house, knocked off the chains from one poor captive and led him forth from its death-damps death-damps death-damps up to this meeting, that his famished body might be invigorated by the fresh breezes of our free mountains, and that his soul, chilled by the icy grasp of slavery, might be quickened into lllc oy luc warm guuiugaui ouu-mici ouu-mici ouu-mici jt ajutya- ajutya- thy : and to add a living testimony to the declarations of the abolitionists as to the condition of the slave ; and triumphantly did he bear them through in all that they had ever asserted, as to his deprivations and oppres sions, tie was raiscu' in Virginia, out naving trav elled extensively through the South, he was acquaint ed with the condition ot the slave in most of the States. This fugitive brother was a noble specimen of humanityslavery humanityslavery had not been able to crush him. Al though it had lor thirty-five thirty-five thirty-five years been rolling upon him its Atlas heaps of degradation, that he might be kept in the dust had wiped off the image of God en-stamped en-stamped en-stamped upon his forehead, and written thing had pent up and endeavored to smother tne nres ot intellect and the out-gusbings out-gusbings out-gusbings of hU heaven-born heaven-born heaven-born soul--had soul--had soul--had soul--had dragged down among the death-damps death-damps death-damps of brutality the up-rising up-rising up-rising of his tree spirit: yet its bands were not strong enough to keep him captive. He could not be a slave. His soul, formed for liberty, created with a desire to roam untrammelled through immensity to luxuriate amid the grandeur and sublimity of creation creation to bask in the sunshine of the Great Eternal Eternal to mingle its hosannas in swelling the mighty chorus that sweeps the plains of the New Jerusalem and rings through all heaven's high arches in praise of him who had erected from the rude elements of chaos chaos this universe of worlds, and suspended it all glowing glowing with life and animation over the vast abyss who bad rolled forth from his great store-house store-house store-house the countless countless stars of heaven, and made each a central orb around which other worlds revolve, and kud created man in his own image, swelled and dashed against it prison-walls prison-walls prison-walls with a might that was irresistible, and walked forth iu freedom. To God give praise. Abolitionists are often told that they have accomplished accomplished nothing. Who, but abolitionists, have built this great jrt turnpike that we now see extending all the way from Mason and Dixon's line up to the Canada Canada frontier, and erected living guide-boards guide-boards guide-boards at every turn of the road ? If nothing mre had been accomplished, accomplished, the jty that thrills the bosoms of the hundreds of fugitive that abolitionists have helped on toward liberty is an ample reward for all the toil and sacrifice that they have been called to make. And as he stood up in the meeting in the character of a mm and nobly did he sustain his novel situationI situationI could but notice bis physiognomical resemblance resemblance to the chieftain of the New Hampshire bar. The same high, noble bead and intellectual phiz; and although not so well read in the technicalities and niceties of the law as hi brother Barllett, he would not be a whit behind him in expounding the great principles principles of justice and right (tne foundation of all law,) which should govern man in bis intercourse with his brother man, for he had read ' in the severe school of oppression, where all the rights of the weak are the common plunder of the strong, where might makes right,' and where, la aid the memory, decisions are enforced by 30d lashes well laid on : ' and though he had never seen the title page even, of Blackstone, and Sir Lord Coke, be had thoroughly studied every precept precept of that foundation code which the Lawgiver of the Universe has indelibly written upon the tablet of every man' conscience. . Yours for the right, JOHN R. FRENCH.