ners as
sleeping on a volcano. Our idea is that the blacks here are prisoners,
stealing about in a sulky mood, vengeance brooding in their hearts, and
that they wait for their time of deliverance, as prisoners in our
state-prison watch their chance to escape."
"Well," said she, "believe I am the only slave on the premises. I am
sure that no one but myself is watching for a chance to escape. I would
run away from these people if I could. But what shall I do with them? I
am not willing to sell them, for when I have hinted at leaving, there is
such entreaty for me to remain, and such demonstrations of affection and
attachment, that I give it up.
"Here," said she, "are seven house-servants, large and small, to do work
which at the North a man and two capable girls would easily do. I have
to devise ways to subdivide work and give each a share. My husband
carried it so far that he had one boy to black boots and another shoes,
and these two 'bureaus' were kept separate."
"Oh," said I, "what a curse slavery is to you!"
"As to that," said she, "it is the negroes who are a curse, not their
slavery. So long as they are on the same soil with us, the subordination
which slavery establishes makes it the least of two evils. If there is
any curse in the case, it is the blacks themselves, not their slavery.
Were it not for their enslavement to us, we should hate them and drive
them away, like Indiana and Illinois and Oregon and Kansas. Now we
cherish them, and their interests are ours.
"Two distinct races," said she, "never have been able to live together
unless one was subordinate and dependent. This, you know, all history
teaches. Your fanatics say it should not be so; they talk about liberty,
equality, and fraternity, and put guns and pikes into the hands of the
inferior race, here, to help them 'rise in the scale of being,' as they
term it. What God means to accomplish in this matter of slavery I do not
see.
"Suppose, merely for illustration," said she, "that cotton should be
supers
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.