This used to dwell much on my mind. I see the thing differently now. You
remember your Uncle Enoch, from Madras, who made your first Malay kite.
I remember a fable which he told you when he was flying the kite for the
first time. "A kite," he said, "high in the air, reasoned thus: If,
notwithstanding this string, I fly so high, what would I not do, if I
could break away! It gave a dash and became free, and was soon in the
woods." I do not mean to strain the comparison; but, certainly, a
_string_ has raised, and now keeps up, the colored race, here. How they
would do, if the string were cut, let wiser heads than mine decide.
They cannot have my scissors, at present.
The way to be friends of the slave, I now see, is to be the real friends
of their masters, and to pray that the influences of truth and love may
fill their hearts. Where this is the case, the slaves, as a laboring
class, are better off than any separate class of laboring people on
earth, both for this world and the next.
As to setting them free at once and indiscriminately, it would be as
unjust to them as it originally was to steal them from Africa. So it
appears to me. What God means to do with them, no one can tell. That He
has been doing a marvellous work of mercy for the poor creatures is
manifest. They were slaves at home; they have changed their situation to
their benefit. I have made up my mind to leave this great problem--the
destiny of the blacks--to my Maker, and, in the mean time, pray in
behalf of the owners, that they may have a heart to act toward them
according to the golden rule. I am glad that I am not oppressed with the
responsibility of ownership. Those who assume it should be encouraged by
us to treat their charge as a trust committed to them for a season. I do
not argue, much less plead, for the continuance of this system; it may
be abolished very soon, but that is with Providence. I have acquired no
feelings toward the institution which would not lead me to rejoice in
emancipation the moment t
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.