raise our own standard, and the standard of all men, to the moral heights which God requires, on the other. We sigh for a great man, but it may be the will of God-it certainly is so far that we shall not have a great man. We must do the work ourselves. A great man is not in accordance with the "spirit of our institutions." We are a democracy, and it is the people that must save the country. We must work with such material as we have. And while we are doing with our might whatsoever our hands find to do, we must, if we are faithful, besiege the throne of Heaven with an importunity that will not be resisted; in all places and at all times making supplication unto God for the help that he never refuses; beseeching him to take the leadership, and so to guide us that our cause shall be His cause, and our prayer for national unity, and peace, and freedom, one with "Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done."

XXII.

“OUT IN THE COLD.”

FOR many years the great bugbear of this country has been Disunion. Lovejoy was shot in Alton; Dr. Bailey was

mobbed in Washington; Judge Hoar was driven out of Charleston; and Garrison was dragged through the streets of Boston with a rope around his neck, to placate this implacable monster. Books were tampered with, traffic was tainted, printing-presses thrown into the river, and pulpits so polluted that they ought to have been; nothing was held too precious, too sacred, to be offered on his shrine. Free speech, free press, free action, were all tossed into his ravenous maw. Statesmen, tradesmen, merchants, ministers, saints, and sinners, all went down on their knees, and agreed that black was white, if so he might be fended off. Nay, they not only agreed to it, — they argued it ; they swore to maintain it, and henceforth to tolerate no doubt, and suffer no agitation on the subject, lest the dragon should rear his horrid front again.

But there is an end of that. We shall probably never certainly not for this generationhave any more Southern menaces of disunion. No right will have to be postponed, no wrong allowed, because the South threatens to withdraw. If she accomplishes her purposes, there will be no occasion for a renewal of her threat; and if she does not, no possibility. But the resources of Satan are infinite; and, having ridden one horse to death, he has now slipped upon the back of another to take an airing through the North. Finding that his bugbear is going to be transfixed and analyzed, and all that is bug hooted, and all that is bear throttled out of existence, he sets up a new and fresh one. Slavery, not being able to drag the South out of the Union, is now making a frantic effort to push New England out. Having tried in vain to fix a great gulf along Mason and Dixon's line, she next undertakes to chip off Plymouth Rock. But slavery will find no more profit to herself in stone-cutting than in ditch-digging. Plymouth Rock was cut out of the mountain without hands, and hands cannot prevent it from becoming a great mountain, and filling the whole earth. Suppose New England were thrust out of the Union, had Zimri peace who slew his master? Would the principles that have made New England what she is be any less forceful because she was no longer called America? A rose by any other name is just as sweet. If New England

were baptized New Zealand, righteousness would still go up a sweet savor unto the Lord.

Is it said that such expulsion would be her ruin, that henceforth her name would be but a memory? What then? Is civilization shut up in Boston State-House? Whom the gods will destroy, they first make mad. Are men mad enough to suppose that, at this late day, truth crushed to earth will not rise again? that, because John Brown's body lies a-mouldering in the grave, his soul is mouldering with it? Plymouth Rock is no bit of quartz or feldspar, but a principle ; and principles will live and reign though New England be not only left out in the cold, but thrust down into the ocean depths forever. Every church, every school-house, every town-house, from the Atlantic to the Pacific, has Plymouth. Rock for its foundation-stone. Every man in every land who opens his mouth for truth, stands on Plymouth Rock. Wherever Freedom aims a musket, or plants a standard, or nerves an arm, or sings a song, or makes a protest, or murmurs a prayer, there is Plymouth Rock. Cows may meander, as of old, along Washington Street, but the hands shall not go back on the dial-plate of God. Boston may be grass-grown, and New England forgotten, but love of life and love of liberty shall never die out of the hearts of men. Let Southern traitors and their Northern abettors arrange things as they will. Let them eject New

England, sheathe the sword, stifle discussion, inaugurate Jefferson Davis, annul the freedman, and perpetuate the slave; is that the end? Will they so find rest? Will cotton once more resume sway, and right be forever held in abeyance? Never, so long as there is a conscience in man, or a God in heaven! They may make themselves a new Pandora's box, filled with peace, and commerce, and wealth, and every blessing, but this evil at the bottom shall poison every good. They cannot bind it to quietude. They may resolve and legislate and menace; Jefferson Davis and all his kind may bear down upon it with their whole force; but the divinely appointed unrest of iniquity will heave and throb till the vexed lid fly up with a rebound that shall hurl them to irrevocable doom. Men forget that ethics is not mechanics. They forget the divine power of truth,the divine nature of humanity. God made man in his own image; in the image of God created he him; male and female created he them. And can it be supposed that male and female, created in God's own image, are to remain eternally passive under the weight of hell's oppression, or, worse than this, are to be the ever patient agents of hell's iniquity? If the programme of these lewd fellows of the basest sort, these Northern men, who, of their own free will and taste, souse their hands into the filth amid which their Southern comrades were most innocently born; if their programme could