, I had no idea that the world was half
so large.'"
"The cover has been down and the meal has been in my eyes long enough,"
said she. "I have been so much accustomed for a long time to read in our
papers about 'enormous wrong,' 'stupendous injustice,' 'the
slave-breeders,' 'sum of all villanies,' that, unconsciously, I have
come to think of the South, indiscriminately, as though they were Robin
Hood's men, or"--
"O my dear," said I, "you must have known that there are many good
people at the South, notwithstanding slavery."
"How can there be one good man or woman there," said she, "if all that
those newspapers say of slave-holding be true? Husband, depend upon it
we have been believing a great lie. Just think of that letter. What a
tale many of those words reveal. When the infants of our former servants
die, do our ladies write such letters about them? I should judge that
owning a fellow-creature softens and refines the heart, if this letter
is any sign, instead of making them all barbarians. All the newspapers
and novels in the world cannot do away the impressions which that
letter has made on my mind. I tell you, husband, having slaves is not
the unmitigated curse to owners nor to slaves that we have been taught
to believe."
"Perhaps," said I, interrupting her, "you would like to live at the
South, and own a few."
"I could not be hired by wealth," said she, "to have them for help, even
here. I never did like them; and when I think that there are good men
and women who do, and who are as kind to the poor creatures as this dear
lady, I think that we should give thanks to God."
"Oh, the Southern people are not all like this good lady, by any means,"
said I.
"'Peradventure,'" said she, "'there be fifty righteous.' There must be
tens of thousands. People like this lady are very apt to make good the
saying of the blackberry pickers when they see a blackberry, 'Where
there's one there's more.' The letter reads as though it were an
every-day thing, a matter of course, for
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.