writhed in distress, "Hush, Gustavus,
lie still; you are certainly laboring under a delusion." This was all
the more painful from its being so cruelly true, in a literal sense,
while I knew that they had reference to my views with regard to freedom,
in the word "delusion." What sustained me in those moments, dear Aunty?
It was not that I had myself stood by when this trick was played on
Freshmen, and encouraged it by my actions; no, a higher and holier power
than conscience of wrong-doing wrought upon me in those moments. Oh, I
thought, the very cotton which fills this comforter, was cultivated by
the hand of a slave. And shall I complain at being nearly smothered by
it, when I remember what an incubus slavery is to the poor creature who
gathered this cotton, and what an incubus it is to our unhappy land? I
was delivered at last from my load, because my tormentors were tired of
their sport. Would that there were some prospect that they who load
cruel burdens on the slave were increasingly tired of their work!
They would not, however, let me rise. So, thought I, when we have taken
the burden of slavery off from the poor negro, unholy prejudice against
color keeps him from rising to a level with the rest of the community. I
begged that I might get up. They told me that my morning exertions
required longer rest. I told them that I must get my Greek. Whereupon
one of them stood over me, with his arms raised in a deploring attitude,
and said,--
"Sternitur infelix!--
--Et dulces moriens reminiscitur Argos."
This, dear Aunty, is the lamentation of a Latin poet over a Greek
soldier lying prostrate on the battle-field, far from home;--"and dying
he remembers his sweet Greece." So they made game of me with the help of
the Classics, giving poignancy to their jokes by polishing the tips with
classical allusions. While I was under the "delusion," they sung
snatches of Bruce's Address to his army; and when they came to the words
"Who so base as be a slave?--
Let him turn and flee
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.