In fact, were a powerful nationality once
established, with interests and religious convictions all pointing in the
way of reviving the slave trade, it would be utterly impossible to prevent
a resumption of that abominable traffic.
We have dealt with the professed convictions of the Southern ministers as
sincere convictions. We should be sorry to accuse any body of men
professing to be teachers of the Christian religion of intentional
insincerity, and although we can hardly conceive the possibility of men
who base their religion upon the same Bible upon which we rest ours,
attempting sincerely to justify slavery upon religious grounds, we would
rather attribute the extraordinary moral obliquity which the attempt
exhibits to the demoralising influence of the slave system than to actual
hypocrisy. The spectacle of a crowd of learned and no doubt pious men
standing forth as the avowed apologists of a system which deprives their
fellow-men of all the rights of humanity is, perhaps, the most distressing
evidence of its blighting and blinding influence which has yet been
exhibited to the world. It ought to have its effect. As we have said, it
is the duty of every man to study the lessons which this address of the
Confederate clergy has for him. If his sympathy and influence be given to
the Confederates, let him understand the nature of the cause he is aiding.
Let him learn from the statement of the Confederates themselves that their
cause is the cause of slavery, and that they look forward to the
perpetuation and extension of slavery as the prize of success.
* * * * *
SLAVERY AND LIBERTY.
I'm on my way to Canada,
That dark and dreary land;
Oh! the dread effects of slavery
I can no longer stand.
My soul is vexed within me so
To think I am a slave,
Resolved I am to strike the blow,
For freedom or the grave.
CHORUS
Oh, Righteous Father!
Wilt thou not pity me,
And help me on to Canada,
Where coloured men are free.
I've served my master all my days,
Without one dimes' reward,
And now I'm forced to run away,
To flee the lash and rod.
The hounds are baying on my track,
And master just behind,
Resolved that he will bring me back
Before I cross the line.
Old master went to preach one day,
Next day he looked for me;
I greased my heels and r
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