, have strangely ended in the fact
that the black refuses to leave his climate; gets his living and
the living of his employers there, as he has always done; is the
natural ally and soldier of the Republic, in that climate; now
takes the place of two hundred thousand white soldiers; and will
be, as the conquest of the country proceeds, its garrison, till
peace, without slavery, returns. Slaveholders in London have
filled English ears with their wishes and perhaps beliefs; and
our people, generals, and politicians have carried the like, at
first, to the war, until corrected by irresistible experience. I
shall always respect War hereafter. The cost of life, the dreary
havoc of comfort and time, are overpaid by the vistas it opens of
Eternal Life, Eternal Law, reconstructing and uplifting Society,
--breaks up the old horizon, and we see through the rifts a wider.
The dismal Malthus, the dismal DeBow, have had their night.
Our Census of 1860, and the War, are poems, which will, in the
next age, inspire a genius like your own. I hate to write you a
newspaper, but, in these times, 't is wonderful what sublime
lessons I have once and again read on the Bulletin-boards in the
streets.
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