Mr. Lincoln Was Not Only A Great

I Have Often Sung To Drown My Sorrow, But Seldom To Express My Happiness. Crying For Joy, And Singing For Joy, Were Alike Uncommon To Me While In The Jaws Of Slavery. The Singing Of A Man Cast Away Upon A Desolate Island Might Be As Appropriately Considered As Evidence Of Contentment And Happiness, As The Singing Of A Slave; The Songs Of The One And Of The Other Are Prompted By The Same Emotion.

The Constitutional Framers Were Peace Men; But They Preferred Revolution To Peaceful Submission To Bondage. They Were Quiet Men; But They Did Not Shrink From Agitating Against Oppression. They Showed Forbearance; But That They Knew Its Limits. They Believed In Order; But Not In The Order Of Tyranny. With Them, Nothing Was "settled" That Was Not Right. With Them, Justice, Liberty And Humanity Were "final;" Not Slavery And Oppression.

Having Despised Us, It Is Not Strange That Americans Should Seek To Render Us Despicable; Having Enslaved Us, It Is Natural That They Should Strive To Prove Us Unfit For Freedom; Having Denounced Us As Indolent, It Is Not Strange That They Should Cripple Our Enterprises.

A Man Who Will Enslave His Own Blood, May Not Be Safely Relied On For Magnamity.

Our Community Belongs To Us And Whether It Is Mean Or Majestic, Whether Arrayed In Glory Or Covered In Shame, We Cannot But Share Its Character And Destiny.