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Show 158 TilE GOLDEN HOUR. dent; datnncd spots, which not all the rivers ancllakcs in A.1ncrica can vvash a\vay; but in one gloLulo of ink upon your tal>lc you 1nay vva. 'h thcn1 away. If your Golden llo ur shall pass, anu tho ·c Leing you haxo cruelly robbcu rc1naiu sl~ ,.c , the ti1nc \vill co1nc when you will pray bitterly to be al>lc to exchange your lot \Vith the lowliest, most deeply wronged slave in South Carolina! But oven with all the c power cnli ted to su. tain that in titution (!), \Vhich \ViLhout thCJn could not stand one day, it is not, brothers, a forn1icluulc fo e, if we can bring to confront it the true and spotlc~s spirit of Liberty. Strong as the o thor is \Veale - chief a1nong those perilous rudi1ncntary laws \Vhich, being bred in tho bone of the world, 1nust co1nc out in the fie ·h -is Liberty. There is a story of a chc1nist who UlHlcrtook \vith powerful agents to extract a l>irth-n1urk fro1n his wife's chock. After a long while he drew it out, but he drew her life \vith it. Liberty is the birth-n1ark of 1nan, as it is his birthright ; and when 1nan ceases to love Liberty, it will be because his race ha bccotnc extinct. Tho spirit of Liberty is as ancient as the 1nost conservative could desire ; it began with tho first throb of life which ever stirred tho heart of N aturc. Fro1n that heart cotnos the a ·ccnding scale of lifo, each higher anitnal for1n differing fron1 that which 1 receded it sin1ply by its greater frccdo1n. \Vborc the • SUHSUM CORDA. 159 oy tor was anchored to a rock, the fish 1novcs freely; where the blo son1 \Vas bound to the st 1n, the butterfly con1c. ·, a freecl blos.'Oln. Each fonn wa · only a revolutionary effort for more iuJcpcnJcnt lifo. The h tunan form, when it appcarcJ, wa tho la~t and the <loci ·ivc battle of tho ani1nal to rise up from tho earth, and stand free ancl erect, by that 1gn sovereign of the planet. Thu the cvcrla ·tin 0' burden of 0 N atnrc rolls through the echoing caverns of pat epoch , and burst· up in the hearts anJ tongues sent fro1n her \VOJnb to cry aloucl, and to struggle endlos ·ly for Liberty. vVhcn man first wronged his brother, that brother's blood cried to heaven frou1 this same old earth ; anu, until tho lust wrong is righted and the lu t of her chilJrcn free, her 1nothcr's heart will heave with pain, and utter its uncontrollable proto t, to be followed, if unheeded, with fiercer earthquakes than those. A.dn1it not, then, into your hearts a single fear fur Liberty's cause with her in1potcnt antagoni ·t, whatever fear· you 1nay have thut thi · proud o·overn1nent, having deliberately taken the side of lavery, 1nay IJo buried in its grave, \Vhich every bayonet, North an u "outh, is digging, anu equally. But not to that end, nor for that reason, houlJ a true anJ faithful heart seize tho bayonet or other inlplon1cnt, \Yhethcr the govcnuncnt call or cotunutncl. Rather let each fricncl of his country plant hinl.'Clf upon his loyalty to that which is higher than the banner of the Union,- |