by the death
of a slave's babe, when you speak of "the heavy earth piled on the
tender little breast." O my dear lady! has a slave's babe "a tender
little breast"? Then you really think so! And you a slave-holder!
"Border Ruffianism," perhaps, has not yet reached your heart; and yet I
suppose--forgive me if I do you wrong--that slave-holders' hearts
generally need only to be removed to the "borders," to manifest all
their native "ruffianism." Can you tell me whether there are any mothers
in Missouri (near Kansas) who feel toward their slaves who are mothers,
as you do? There are so many people from the North in Kansas (near
Missouri) who have gone thither to prevent you and your brethren and
sisters from owning a fellow-creature there, that I trust their
influence will in time extend through all Missouri, and that white
mothers in that State will everywhere have such humane feelings toward
the blacks as we and you possess.
All that I ask of you now, is, that you give Kate her liberty at once.
Oh, do not say, as I fancy you will, There is not a happier being than
Kate in all the land of freedom. "Fiat justitia," dear madam, "ruat
coelum." I cannot conceive how being "owned" is anything but a curse.
Really, we forget the miseries of the Five Points, and of the dens in
New York, Boston, Buffalo, and other places at the North, the hordes in
the city and State institutions in New York Harbor, Deer Island, Boston,
and all such things, in our extreme pity for poor slave-mothers, like
Kate, whose children, when they get to be about nine or ten years old,
are liable to be sold. Honest Mrs. Striker came to work in our family,
not long since, leaving her young child at home in the care of a young
woman who watched it for ten cents a day. I said to her, Dear Mrs.
Striker, are you not glad that you live in a free state, and not where,
when you return like a bird to its nest at night, you may find your
little one carried off, you know not where, by some man-stealer, you
know not whom?--We honor
Notka biograficzna
Reverend Nehemiah Adams (born February 19, 1806; died October 6, 1878) was an American clergyman and writer. He was born in Salem, Massachusetts, in 1806 to Nehemiah Adams and Mehitabel Torrey Adams. He graduated from Harvard University in 1826, and from Andover Theological Seminary in 1829. He was ordained as co-pastor of First Congregational Church in Cambridge, Massachusetts, that same year. In 1832, he married Martha Hooper.
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Joanna Baillie (September 11, 1762February 23, 1851) was a Scottish poet and dramatist. Baillie was very well-known during her lifetime and, though a woman, intended her plays not for the closet but for the stage. Admired both for her literary powers and her sweetness of disposition, her cottage at Hampstead was the centre of a brilliant literary society. Baillie died at the age of 88, her faculties remaining unimpaired to the last.