little. The truth is, I have two fine singing canaries and a
mocking-bird. Some of my pro-slavery friends delight to pester me about
them. They say that they mean to issue a habeas corpus, and take them
before Justice Bird, (who, you know, queerly enough, happens to be
United States Commissioner,) and inquire if they be not restrained of
their freedom. I tell them that man has dominion over all the fowls of
the air. But they say, "Then might makes right! Is it not a fine thing
that such a lover of liberty and friend of freedom and enemy of
oppression should keep those little prisoners for his selfish
gratification. Come, be a practical emancipationist to the extent of
your ability; set the South an example; break every yoke." "They are
better off with me," said I; "the hawks or cats would catch them, or
they would die from exposure." "Expediency!" said one of them; "do
justice, if the heavens fall." "Fye at _justitia_!" said one, who
pretended to take my part. "_Ruat coelum_, Let them rush to heaven,"
replied the other. "Parse _coelum_, please, sir," said my boy in the
Academy. "Yes, past the ceiling," said the lawyer, pretending to
misunderstand him; "that's right, my son;"--and more wretched punning of
the same sort. Hence Mrs. North's pretended supplication about the
window-sashes. She has been in excellent spirits ever since I stopped
the papers. She says that she wonders at herself so calm and happy. I
heard her yesterday calling at the stairs to a little lisping English
waiting-maid, who cannot pronounce _s_: "Judith," said she, "did you not
hear the parlor-bell?" Judith walked up, and said, "Mitthith North,
lately you've rung tho eathy, that motht of the time I thought it mutht
be a acthident, and didn't come up at futht. I thpect the wireth ith got
ruthty." Mrs. North said nothing, but afterward, in relating the affair
to me, she said she truly believed that it was owing to my stopping the
papers. For she could remember how often she went to the bell-rope
saying to herself as
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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.