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Show • 1~8 THE GOLDE.N IIOUH. XX. TO THE PRESIDENT OF TilE UNITED STATE . HoNORED SIR: -Passing ho1noward one night, about throe years ago, I cncountorod a larO'o crowd, who wore listening to so1no s 1 oakor. A crowd in tho nu.trkot space of our Qnoon City 'vas nothing unusual, anJ I \\'"US thinking only how to open 1ny way th rough it, when, in clear, carne t tones, the o worJs fell upon 1ny car: "I an1 satisfied that the only ju t and e ffectual 1nothod of dealing wiLh lavery is that \vhich shall always recognize and deal wiLh it A, WRoNG." In a moment I turned, and remained for over an hour to hoar a powerful stato1nont of which that sentence was tho key-note. Tho next tin1c I saw that speaker it wa a he pas cd along the . ~uno street, a1niJ tho ovation of tho people 'vho had helped to elect him as a President \Vho should deal with Slavery as a great wrong,- how groat they did not then know, or 1nuch 1nore than sur1nisc. Since that day, Sir, in \vhich the elected hone t, antislavery Pro idcnt ight of a uulyfillod. our eye with happy tears, this country has con nothing which docs not indicate that you 1nectn to deal \vith tho accursed thing as w1~ong. Though your admini tration had been proved to have exhausted iLsolf in having called out seventy-five TO THE PRJ1' IDEN'f O , -· ~ 1~ THE UNITED ,"fATES. 12D thousand men to defend the it t ~·t f 1 1 • • egii Y o t ns nation the people could. never have foro-ottotl tllat . 1 . ' . o c. , 111 C Olll 0' so, you d1d a greater deed than 0 ·t b . 0 . . (. 01 cz, unnng the shlp of Ignoble COinproinisc behind u . But, Sir, your adn1in i. tration ,,. ,, t 1 . . ulu no ex 1aust Itself In that: the laurels shall never .r d 1 . 1 . 1a C W llC 1 tWUlO about the brow of tho Prcf)iclcnt 1 .. 1 . . . nne er w 1osc a<lnlln- Istraiion Slavery wa aholi ·llCd in tJ n· t . .. . . • 10 1 net, and Ila1 tt recognized, and Etnanci})ation r. • t . d tho 1Vhitc IIou c. 111 s pi oposc fro1n But .all th~se things will not sa·rc this Republic fro1n dtssolutJon. No one who has 1 1 . ever oo \.Cd of late Into your eye, as I haYo ca11 .r ·r t t ' (. 1a1 o sec that every fibre of heart au d br·:ti 11 i11 v 1 1 ( Jon 1a. )OCOtnc idcnti fled \viLh the rc ·cue of this, U n1· on f rom the peril. which threaten it, and that there 1 • no p r-sonal sacrifice which you could not make for that end. Nor can any obsorvi ng per. on fail to soc t1Hlt the tendency of your 1nind and action i. tcadily toward ID1nancipation ; 'd1ilst n1nny, who know that in such an Cinergency a this a day is often a century, feel keenly that, not for tho ·lave's sake, Lut for our own, we need sharp, Lold, dcci ·ivc, in a woru, heroic action. The naturali 't Thoreau used to a1nusc us 111uch by thrusting his hand in to tho Concoru Ri vcr, and drawing out at will a fino fi h, which vvoult.l lie qni~ etly in hi hand: vvhon \YO thru t in our., the fi ·h woulu scamper out of reach. It oemed lik a m1r- 1 |