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Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass, an American Slave

“No matter,” said Mr. O’CONNELL, “under what

specious term it may disguise itself, slavery is still

hideous. IT HAS A NATURAL, AN INEVITABLE TENDENCY TO

BRUTALIZE EVERY NOBLE FACULTY OF MAN. An American

sailor, who was cast away on the shore of Africa,

where he was kept in slavery for three years, was, at

the expiration of that period, found to be imbruted

and stultified — he had lost all reasoning power; and

having forgotten his native language, could only ut-

ter some savage gibberish between Arabic and Eng-

lish, which nobody could understand, and which

even he himself found difficulty in pronouncing. So

much for the humanizing influence of THE DOMESTIC

INSTITUTION!” Admitting this to have been an ex-

traordinary case of mental deterioration, it proves at

least that the white slave can sink as low in the

scale of humanity as the black one.

Mr. DOUGLASS has very properly chosen to write

his own Narrative, in his own style, and according

to the best of his ability, rather than to employ some

one else. It is, therefore, entirely his own produc-

tion; and, considering how long and dark was the ca-

reer he had to run as a slave, — how few have been his

opportunities to improve his mind since he broke his

iron fetters, — it is, in my judgment, highly creditable

to his head and heart. He who can peruse it without

a tearful eye, a heaving breast, an afflicted spirit, —

without being filled with an unutterable abhorrence

of slavery and all its abettors, and animated with a

determination to seek the immediate overthrow of

that execrable system, — without trembling for the

fate of this country in the hands of a righteous God,

who is ever on the side of the oppressed, and whose

arm is not shortened that it cannot save, — must have

a flinty heart, and be qualified to act the part of a

trafficker “in slaves and the souls of men.” I am con-

fident that it is essentially true in all its statements;

that nothing has been set down in malice, nothing

exaggerated, nothing drawn from the imagination;

that it comes short of the reality, rather than over-

states a single fact in regard to SLAVERY AS IT IS.

The experience of FREDERICK DOUGLASS, as a slave,

was not a peculiar one; his lot was not especially

a hard one; his case may be regarded as a very fair

specimen of the treatment of slaves in Maryland, in

which State it is conceded that they are better fed

and less cruelly treated than in Georgia, Alabama,

or Louisiana. Many have suffered incomparably

more, while very few on the plantations have suf-

fered less, than himself. Yet how deplorable was his

situation! what terrible chastisements were inflicted

upon his person! what still more shocking outrages

were perpetrated upon his mind! with all his noble

powers and sublime aspirations, how like a brute

was he treated, even by those professing to have the

same mind in them that was in Christ Jesus! to what

dreadful liabilities was he continually subjected! how

destitute of friendly counsel and aid, even in his

greatest extremities! how heavy was the midnight of

woe which shrouded in blackness the last ray of hope,

and filled the future with terror and gloom! what

longings after freedom took possession of his breast,

and how his misery augmented, in proportion as he

grew reflective and intelligent, — thus demonstrating

that a happy slave is an extinct man! how he

thought, reasoned, felt, under the lash of the driver,

with the chains upon his limbs! what perils he en-

countered in his endeavors to escape from his hor-

rible doom! and how signal have been his deliverance

and preservation in the midst of a nation of pitiless

enemies!

This Narrative contains many affecting incidents,

many passages of great eloquence and power; but I

think the most thrilling one of them all is the de-

scription DOUGLASS gives of his feelings, as he stood

soliloquizing respecting his fate, and the chances of

his one day being a freeman, on the banks of the

Chesapeake Bay — viewing the receding vessels as they

flew with their white wings before the breeze, and

apostrophizing them as animated by the living spirit

of freedom. Who can read that passage, and be in-

sensible to its pathos and sublimity? Compressed

into it is a whole Alexandrian library of thought,

feeling, and sentiment — all that can, all that need be

urged, in the form of expostulation, entreaty, rebuke,

against that crime of crimes, — making man the prop-

erty of his fellow-man! O, how accursed is that

system, which entombs the godlike mind of man,

defaces the divine image, reduces those who by crea-

tion were crowned with glory and honor to a level

with four-footed beasts, and exalts the dealer in hu-

man flesh above all that is called God! Why should

its existence be prolonged one hour? Is it not evil,

only evil, and that continually? What does its pres-

ence imply but the absence of all fear of God, all

regard for man, on the part of the people of the

United States? Heaven speed its eternal overthrow!

So profoundly ignorant of the nature of slavery

are many persons, that they are stubbornly incredu-

lous whenever they read or listen to any recital of

the cruelties which are daily inflicted on its victims.

They do not deny that the slaves are held as prop-

erty; but that terrible fact seems to convey to their

minds no idea of injustice, exposure to outrage, or

savage barbarity. Tell them of cruel scourgings, of

mutilations and brandings, of scenes of pollution

and blood, of the banishment of all light and knowl-

edge, and they affect to be greatly indignant at such

enormous exaggerations, such wholesale misstate-

ments, such abominable libels on the character of

the southern planters! As if all these direful outrages

were not the natural results of slavery! As if it were

less cruel to reduce a human being to the condition

of a thing, than to give him a severe flagellation,

or to deprive him of necessary food and clothing!

As if whips, chains, thumb-screws, paddles, blood-

hounds, overseers, drivers, patrols, were not all in-

dispensable to keep the slaves down, and to give

protection to their ruthless oppressors! As if, when

the marriage institution is abolished, concubinage,

adultery, and incest, must not necessarily abound;

when all the rights of humanity are annihilated, any

barrier remains to protect the victim from the fury

of the spoiler; when absolute power is assumed over

life and liberty, it will not be wielded with destruc-

tive sway! Skeptics of this character abound in so-

ciety. In some few instances, their incredulity arises

from a want of reflection; but, generally, it indicates

a hatred of the light, a desire to shield slavery from

the assaults of its foes, a contempt of the colored

race, whether bond or free. Such will try to discredit

the shocking tales of slaveholding cruelty which are

recorded in this truthful Narrative; but they will

labor in vain. Mr. DOUGLASS has frankly disclosed

the place of his birth, the names of those who

claimed ownership in his body and soul, and the

names also of those who committed the crimes which

he has alleged against them. His statements, there-

fore, may easily be disproved, if they are untrue.

In the course of his Narrative, he relates two in-

stances of murderous cruelty, — in one of which a

planter deliberately shot a slave belonging to a neigh-

boring plantation, who had unintentionally gotten

within his lordly domain in quest of fish; and in the

other, an overseer blew out the brains of a slave who

had fled to a stream of water to escape a bloody

scourging. Mr. DOUGLASS states that in neither of

these instances was any thing done by way of legal

arrest or judicial investigation. The Baltimore Amer-

ican, of March 17, 1845, relates a similar case of

atrocity, perpetrated with similar impunity — as fol-

lows: — “SHOOTING A SLAVE. — We learn, upon the au-

thority of a letter from Charles county, Maryland,

received by a gentleman of this city, that a young

man, named Matthews, a nephew of General Mat-

thews, and whose father, it is believed, holds an of-

fice at Washington, killed one of the slaves upon his

father’s farm by shooting him. The letter states that

young Matthews had been left in charge of the farm;

that he gave an order to the servant, which was dis-

obeyed, when he proceeded to the house, OBTAINED

A GUN, AND, RETURNING, SHOT THE SERVANT. He immedi-

ately, the letter continues, fled to his father’s resi-

dence, where he still remains unmolested.” — Let it

never be forgotten, that no slaveholder or overseer

can be convicted of any outrage perpetrated on the

person of a slave, however diabolical it may be, on

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