night,--when odious beasts of prey, that dare
not face the light of heaven, prowl through the
woods,--those ruffians of the law seized on their brother
man. They lie to the bystanders, and seize him on a false
pretence. There is their victim--they hold him fast. His
faithless knife breaks in his hand; his coat is rent to
pieces. He is the slave of Boston. Can you understand his
feelings? Let us pass by that. His 'trial!' Shall I speak of
that? He has been five days on trial for more than life, and
has not seen a judge! A jury? No,--only a commissioner! O
justice! O republican America! Is this the liberty of
Massachusetts?

"Where shall I find a parallel with men who will do such a
deed,--do it in Boston? I will open the tombs, and bring up
most hideous tyrants from the dead. Come, brood of monsters,
let me bring you up from the deep damnation of the graves
wherein your hated memories continue for all time their
never-ending rot. Come, birds of evil omen! come, ravens,
vultures, carrion-crows, and see the spectacle! come, see
the meeting of congenial souls! I will disturb, disquiet,
and bring up the greatest monsters of the human race!
Tremble not, women; tremble not, children; tremble not, men!
They are all dead! They cannot harm you now! Fear the
living, not the dead!

"Come hither, Herod the wicked! Thou that didst seek after
that young child's life, and destroyed the Innocents! Let me
look on thy face! No; go! Thou wert a heathen! Go, lie with
the Innocents thou hast massacred. Thou art too good for
this company!

"Come, Nero! Thou awful Roman Emperor! Come up! No; thou
wast drunk with power! schooled in Roman depravity. Thou
hadst, besides, the example of thy fancied gods! Go, wait
another day. I will seek a worser man.

"Come hither, St. Dominic! come, Torquemada!--Fathers of the
Inquisition! Merciless monsters, seek your equal here! No;
pass by! You are no companions for such men as these! You
were the servants of atheistic popes, of cruel kings. Go to,
and get you gone. Another time I may have work for you,--not
now; lie there and persevere to rot. You are not yet quite
wicked and corrupt enough for this comparison. Go, get ye
gone, lest the sun turn back at sight of ye!

"Come up, thou heap of wickedne