"Moved in the chambers of their soul."
How, when misrule became organic, and seated tyranny unreasoning and obstinate, they have demonstrated to all the world, how trilling a thing is the tenure of tyrants, how resistless and invincible is the free spirit of a nation!
And now look at this people—scattered, in our own day, all over the globe, in the Great Republic, in numerous settlements, and great colonies, themselves the germs of mighty empires; see how they have carried with them everywhere, on earth, the same high, masterful, majestic spirit of freedom, which gave their ancestors, for long generations, in their island home—
and which makes them giants among whatever people they settle, whether in America, India, or Africa, distancing all other rivalries and competitors.
And notice here how this spirit, like the freshets of some mighty Oregon, rises above and flows over their own crude and distorted obliquities. Some of these obliquities are prominent. Of all races of men none, I ween, are so domineering, none have a stronger, more exclusive spirit of caste, none have a more contemptuous dislike of inferiority; and yet in this race the ancient spirit of freedom rises higher than their repugnances. It impels them to conquer even their prejudices: and hence, when chastened and subdued by Christianity, it makes them philanthropic and brotherly. Thus it is that in England this national sentiment would not tolerate the existence of slavery.
