African Slavery, As It Exists In The

Nothing Fills Me With Deeper Sadness Than To See A Southern Man Apologizing For The Defense We Made Of Our Inheritance. Our Cause Was So Just, So Sacred, That Had I Known All That Has Come To Pass, Had I Known What Was To Be Inflicted Upon Me, All That My Country Was To Suffer, All That Our Posterity Was To Endure, I Would Do It All Over Again.

Without Doing Injustice To The Living, It May Safely Be Asserted That Our Loss Is Irreparable; And That Among The Shining Hosts Of The Great And Good Who Now Cluster Around The Banner Of The Country, There Exists No Purer Spirit, No More Heroic Soul, Than That Of The Illustrious Man Whose Death I Join You In Lamenting.

Neither Current Events Nor History Show That The Majority Rule, Or Ever Did Rule.

Our Government Is An Agency Of Delegated And Strictly Limited Powers. Its Founders Did Not Look To Its Preservation By Force; But The Chain They Wove To Bind These States Together Was One Of Love And Mutual Good Offices.

Upon My Weary Heart Was Showered Smiles, Plaudits And Flowers, But Beyond Them I Saw Troubles And Thorns Innumerable.