For sleek inhumanity, for utter perversion of the higher religious sense, for complacent sophistry, for jumble and confusion of statement and reasoning, and for most unseemly pleasantry, "The Sable Cloud" surpasses any work on slavery that we have ever read. One goes on in it with a feeling at once of amazement, of indignation and shame, that such a libel upon the instincts of the human heart, upon the Scriptures, and upon the spirit of the Saviour, could have been the work of a New England clergyman. The author echoes and re-enforces the most extravagant claim of the slavery propagandists. Slavery, as he presents it, is a necessary, a beautiful, and a holy relation ; good for the slave, good for the master, good for the country, and destined to endure as long as time lasts. Slaveholding elevates the moral standard, gives man more respect for woman, fulfills the Law, and illustrates the Gospel.
st to dust."
One great Northern "friend of the slave" tells us that the slaves at the South are degraded so to the level of brutes, that baptizing them and admitting them to Christian ordinances is about the same as though he should say to his dogs, "I baptize thee, Bose, in," etc. This, he tells us, he repeated many times here, and in England. Nothing but love of truth and just hatred of "the sum of all villanies" could, of course, have made him venture so near the verge of unpardonable blasphemy as to speak thus. Yet your feelings and behavior toward this babe are in direct conflict with his theory. Pray whom am I to believe?
[Footnote 1: See "Sigma's" communications to the Boston Transcript, August, 1857.]
Perhaps now I have hit upon a solution. Some people, Walter Scott is an instance, bury their favorite dogs with all the honors of a decorated sepulture. Rather than believe that your slaves are commonly regarded by you as your fellow-creatures, having rights which you lov