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 conveys to the hearts of our
Christian friends at the South. "Let us go out of the Union!" they cry,
in their blind grief; but where will they go? for while our Northern
people write and publish and sing and teach their children to sing such
things, we can have nothing but mutual hatred, and perhaps exterminating
wars.
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