of a slave tremble at his glance. If I must be a slave-if my lips must wear a padlock-if I must crouch and crawi let it be before a hereditary tyrant. Let me see around me the symbols of royalty, the bayonets of a standing army, the frowning battlements of a bastile. Let me breathe the air of a country where the divine right of kings to govern wrong is acknowledged and respected. Let me know what is the sovereign will and pleasure of the one man I am taught to fear and serve. Let me not see my rights, and property, and liberties, scattered to the same breeze that floats the flag of freedom. Let me not be sacrificed to the demon of despotism while laying hold upon the horns of our altar dedicated to 'FREEDOM and EQUALITY!' I hope, however, for the best. I trust to see the people saved from their infatuation and madness. I look very much to the spread of anti-slavery principles for the salvation of the country, for they are the principles of righteous government-they are a foundation for order, and peace, and just laws, and equitable administratio and those who embrace them, will be likely to act wisely and righteously upon other great questions.

A MOB IN BOSTON!! and such a mob!!! Thirty ladies completely routed, and a board 6 feet by 2 utterly demolished by 3000 or 4000 respectable ruffians-in broad day-light, and broad-cloth! Glorious achievement! and, as it deserved to be-regularly Gazetted. Indeed, this noble army of gentlemanly savages had all the customary adjuncts of civilized warfare. There were' Posts,' and Sentinels,' and 'Couriers,' and 'Gazettes,' and a 'HOMER' too, to celebrate their praise! A mob in Boston! The birth-place of the revolution-the Cradle of Liberty! A mob in Washington (1) Street, Boston, TO PUT DOWN

Shrouded in midnight be the height of Bunker. Let the bells of the Old South and Brattle Street be muffled, and let the knell of the country's boasted honor and liberty be rung. Ye hoary veterans of the revolution!

clothe yourselves in sackcloth! strew ashes on your heads, and mourn your country's downfall:

For what is left the patriot here!

For Greeks a blush-for Greece a tear.'

Would that you had died, ere the sad truth was demonstrated, that you fought and bled in vain !

A mob in Boston! O, tell it not in St. Petersburgh: publish it not in the streets of Constantinople. But it will be told; it will be published. The damning fact will ring through all the haunts of despotism, and will be a cordial to the heart of Metternich-sweet music in the ears of the haughty Czar, and a prophetic note of triumph to the sovereign Pontiff. What American lip will henceforth dare to breathe a sentence of condemnation against the bulls of the Pope, or the edicts of the Autocrat? Should a tongue wag in affected sympathy for the denationalized Pole, the outlawed Greek, the wretched Serf, or any of the priest-ridden or king-ridden victims of Europe, will not a voice come thundering over the billows:

'Base hypocrites! let your charity begin at home-look at your own Carolinas-go, pour the balm of consolation into the broken hearts of your two millions of enslaved children-rebuke the murderers of Vicksburg-reckon with the felons of Charleston-restore the contents of rifled mail-bags-heal the lacerations, still festering, on the ploughed backs of your own citizens-dissolve the star chambers of Virginia-tell the confederated assassins of Alabama and Mississippi to disband-call to judgment the barbarians of Baltimore, and Philadelphia, and New York, and Concord, and Haverhill, and Lynn, and Montpelier; and the well-dressed mobocrats of Utica, and SALEM, and BOSTON. Go, ye praters about the soul-destroying ignorance of Romanism, gather again the scattered schools of Canterbury and Canaan-get the clerical minions of Southern task-masters to rescind their Resolutions' of withholding knowledge from immortal Americans-rend the veil of legal enactments by which the beams of light divine are hidden from millions who are left to grope their way through darkness here, to everlasting blackness beyond the grave. Go, shed your 'patriotic' tears over the

infamy of your country amidst the ruins of yonder Convent. Go, proud and sentimental Bostonians, preach clemency to the respectable horde who are dragging forth for immolation one of your own citizens. Cease your anathemas against the Vatican, and screw your courage up to resist the worse than papal bulls of Georgia, demanding, at the peril of your bread and butter,' the 'HEADS' of your citizens, and the passage of GAG-LAWS. Before you

rail at arbitrary power in FOREIGN regions, save your own citizens from the felonious interception of their correspondence; and teach the sworn and paid servants of the Republic the obligations of an oath, and the guaranteed rights of a free people. Send not your banners to Poland, but tear them into shreds to be distributed to the mob, as halters for your sons. When, next July, you rail at mitres, and crosiers, and sceptres; and denounce the bowstring, and the bayonet, and the faggot, let your halls be decorated with plaited scourges, wet with the blood of the sons of the Pilgrims—let the tar cauldron smoke-the gibbet rear aloft its head-and CATS, and BLOOD-HOUNDS,* (the brute auxiliaries of Southern Liberty men) howl and bark in unison with the demoniacal ravings of a gentlemanly mob' -while above the Orator of the day, and beneath the

*See the accounts in Southern newspapers of a curious mode of punishment' recently introduced, called CAT-HAULING.' The victim is stretched upon his face, and a cat, thrown upon his bare shoulders, is dragged to the bottom of the back. This is continued till the body is completely lacerated.'

The Vicksburgh (Miss.) Register says, that Mr. Earl, one of the victims of mobocracy in Mississippi, was tortured a whole night to elicit confession. The brutal and hellish tormenters laid Mr. Earl upon his back, and drew a cat tail foremost across his body!!! He hung himself soon after in jail.' See also the accounts of the Mississippi murders given by a correspondent in the Charleston Courier, dating his letter Tyger, (how appropriate!) Bayou, Madison County, Miss. The following is an extract: Andrew Boyd, a conspirator, was required by the Committee of Safety, and Mr. Dickson. Hiram Reynolds and Hiram Perkins (since killed) were ordered to arrest him. They discovered he was flying, and immediately commenced the pursuit, with a PACK OF TRAINED HOUNDS. He miraculously effected his deliverance from his pursuers, after swimming Big Black River, and running through cane-brakes and swamps until night fall, when the party called off THE DOGS. Early next morning they renewed the chase, and started Boyd one mile from whence they had called off the dogs. But he effected his escape on horse (fortune throwing one in his way,) the hounds not being accustomed to that training after he quit the bush."

striped and starry banner, stand forth in characters of blood, the distinctive mottos of the age:

DOWN WITH DISCUSSION.

LYNCH LAW TRIUMPHANT.
SLAVERY FOREVER.
HAIL, COLUMBIA.

Before you weep over the wrongs of Greece, go wash the gore out of your national shambles-appease the frantic mother robbed of her only child, the centre of her hopes, and joys, and sympathies-restore to yon desolate husband the wife of his bosom-abolish the slave marts of Alexandria, the human flesh auctions of Richmond and New Orleans' undo the heavy burdens,' 'break every yoke,' and stand forth to the gaze of the world-not steeped in infamy and rank with blood, but in the posture of penitence and prayer, a FREE and REGENERATED nation.

Such, truly, are the bitter reproaches with which every breeze from a distant land might be justly freighted. How long?-In the name of outraged humanity, I ask, how long shall they be deserved? Are the people greedy of a world's execration? or have they any sense of shame-any blush of patriotism left? Each day the flagrant inconsistency and gross wickedness of the nation are becoming more widely and correctly kown. Already on foreign shores the lovers of corruption and despotism are referring with exultation to the recent bloody dramas in the South and the pro-slavery meetings and mobs of the country generally, in proof of the dangerous tendency of Democratic principles.' How long shall the deeds of America clog the wheels of the car of Universal Freedom? Vain is every boast-acts speak louder than words. While

'Columbia's sons are bought and sold,'

while citizens of America are murdered without trialwhile persons and property are at the mercy of a mob— while city authorities are obliged to make concessions to a bloody minded multitude, and finally incarcerate unoffending citizens to save them from a violent death-while gentlemen of standing and property' are in unholy league

to effect the abduction and destruction of a 'foreigner, the head and front of whose offending is, that he is laboring to save the country from its worst foe-while assemblages of highly respectable citizens, comprising large numbers of the clergy, and some of the judges of the land, are interrupted and broken up, and the houses of God in which they met, attacked in open day by thousands of men armed with all the implements of demolition—while the entire south presents one great scene of slavery and slaughter and while the north deeply sympathise with their 'southern brethren,' sanction their deeds of felony and murder, and obsequiously do their bidding by hunting down their own fellow citizens who dare to plead for equal rights -and, finally, while hundreds of the ministers of Christ, of every denomination, are making common cause with the plunderer of his species-yea, themselves reduce God's image to the level of the brute, and glory in their shame— I say, while these things exist, professions and boasts are sounding brass;' men will learn to loathe the name of Republicanism, and deem it synonymous with mob despotism, and the foulest oppression on the face of the globe.

A word to the opposers of the cause of emancipation. You must stop in your career of persecution, or proceed to still darker deeds-and wider desolations. At present, you have done nothing but help us. You have, it is true, made a sincere, though impotent attempt to please your masters at the south. The abolitionists have risen after every attempt to crush them, with greater energy and in greater numbers. They are still speaking; they are still writing; still praying; still weeping (not over their sufferings, but your sins)—they are working in public and in private, by day and by night-they are sustained by principles you do not (because you will not) understand-principles drawn pure from the throne of God-they have meat to eat which you know not of, and live, and are nourished, and are strong while you wonder that they do not wither under your frown, and fall into annihilation before the thunderbolts of your wrath. Some of you have conversed with them. What think you of the abolitionists of their moral courage-their tact in argumenttheir knowledge of the scriptures-their interpretation of the constitution? Have you found them ignorant? Have