ers found in their long struggle for liberty. We have the
intelligent cooeperation of a few leading thinkers, and the instinctive
sympathy of a large portion of the people,--may God be merciful to them
and to their children in the day of reckoning, which, sooner or later,
awaits a nation that is false to advancing civilization!

But, with all our gratitude to the noble few who have pleaded our cause,
we are obliged to own that we have looked in vain for sympathy in many
quarters where we should assuredly have expected it. Where is the
English Church in this momentous struggle? Has it blasted with its
anathema the rising barbarism, threatening, or rather promising, to
nationalize itself, which, as a cardinal principle, denies the Word of
God and the sanctities of the marriage relation to millions of its
subjects? or does it save its indignation for the authors of "Essays and
Reviews" and the over-curious Bishop of Natal? Where are the men whose
voices ought to ring like clarions among the hosts of their brethren in
the Free States of the North? Where is Lord Brougham, ex-apostle of the
Diffusion of Knowledge, while the question is of enforced perpetual
ignorance as the cement of that unhallowed structure with which this
nineteenth century is to be outraged, if treason has its way? Where is
Dickens, the hater of the lesser wrongs of Chancery Courts, the scourge
of tyrannical beadles and heartless schoolmasters? Has he no word for
those who are striving, bleeding, dying, to keep from spreading itself
over a continent a system which legalizes outrages almost too fearful to
be told even to those who know all that is darkest in the record of
English pauperism and crime? Where is the Laureate, so full of fine
indignations and high aspirations? Has he, who holds so cheap those who
waste their genius

"To make old baseness picturesque,"

no single stanza for the great strife of this living century? is he too
busy with his old knights to remember that

"One great clime....
Yet rears her crest, unconquered and sublime,
Above the far Atlantic?"

has he a song for the six hundred, and not a line for the six hundred
thousand? Where is the London "Times," so long accepted as the true
index of English intelligence and enlightened humanity? Where are those
grave organs of thought which were always quarrelling with Slavery so
long as it was the thorn in the breast of our nation, but almost do
homage to it now that it is a p