The Liberty Bell, Volum 8

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Maria Weston Chapman
American Anti-Slavery Society, 1847
 

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Side 283 - the value of all land within each state, granted or surveyed for any person, as such land and the buildings and improvements thereon shall he estimated.
Side 46 - Remember them that are in bonds, as bound with them; and them which suffer adversity, as being yourselves also in the body.
Side 236 - Go ! leave me, Priest; my soul would be Alone with the consoler Death; Far sadder eyes than thine will see This crumbling clay yield up its breath; These shrivelled hands have deeper stains Than holy oil can cleanse away,— Hands that have plucked the world's coarse gains As erst they plucked the flowers of May.
Side 237 - Call, if thou canst, to those gray eyes Some faith from youth's traditions wrung; This fruitless husk which dustward dries Has been a heart once, has been young; On this bowed head the awful Past Once laid its consecrating hands ; The future in its purpose vast, Paused, waiting my supreme commands.
Side 53 - are in bonds, as bound with them; and them which suffer adversity, as being yourselves also in the body.
Side 55 - We accept the Bible terms, as the definition of our slavery, and its precepts as the guide of our conduct. We desire nothing more. Even the right to " buffet," which is esteemed so shocking, finds its express license in the Gospel.
Side 46 - for one people to dissolve the political bonds which have connected them with another, and to assume the
Side 47 - We hold these truths to he self-evident — that ALL MEN ARE CREATED EQUAL ; that they arc endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable
Side 271 - This nation is hastening to its baptism. It is a baptism of blood. It were downright Atheism not to believe it. It was prophecy, dictated by inspiration, when the sage of Monticello, beholding the tears of the oppressed, exclaimed, " I tremble for my country, when I remember that God is just.
Side 279 - Lord, not long Shall the race be to the swift and the battle to the strong." I saw no more, my saddened soul returned to whence it came. Less brightly then before my eyes

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