oom, but I said, "I have a nephew in a New
England college who has the Northern evil very badly. But he is so very
kind. Set him to write poetry about the South and he would produce just
such lamentable stanzas." Nothing will cure these fancies, about oranges
and magnolias not blooming for the little negroes, so well as to bring
these good people where they can see them pelting one another with
oranges, such as these poets never dreamed of, and making money by
selling magnolias to passengers at the railway stations.
"Here beautiful mothers, 'mid splendors untold," etc. I went with the
wife of a planter to her "Maternal Association" of slave-mothers. She
gathers the fifteen mothers among her servants once a fortnight, and
spends an afternoon talking to them about the education of their
children, and reading to them; and when she knelt with them and prayed,
I cried so all the time that I hardly heard anything. Oh what a tale of
love was that Maternal Association! "Here beautiful mothers 'mid
splendors untold," etc.;--those words kept themselves in my thoughts.
Now tell this to some great "friend of the slave," in Massachusetts, and
what will he say?--"All very good, I dare say; hope she will go a little
further, and give those fifteen their liberty." I sometimes say, "Must I
go back to the North, and hear and read such things?"
Yes, it is such things as these, simple and inconsiderable as you may
deem them, which are dividing us irreconcilably, and breaking up the
Union. It is not Messrs. ----, nor their frenzy, but it is Christian
brethren who allow their Sabbath-school children, for example, to say
and sing, "I've heard mistress telling her sweet little son, what Jesus,
the loving, for children has done," making the impression that such a
Christian mother leaves a colored child in her house, without
instruction, to draw the inference, if it will, that Jesus, perhaps,
will love a "poor little slave!" There are no words to depict the
feeling of injustice and cruelty which this conve
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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.