And what confinement was ever so hopeless as southern slavery, what prison was ever so deep as that prison-house which holds three millions of our fellow-beings within its melancholy walls,--them and their posterity forever?
Mann powerfully compares the hopelessness of Southern slavery to the deepest of prisons.
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Let me read to you the disparaging and contemptuous remark of the address on that great palladium of human liberty, the trial by jury.
Why, fellow-citizens, the ballot is worse than useless, if it be not FREE!
Better be debarred from the privilege of voting at all, than to be mocked with the form, while cheated of the substance.
My instincts, reason, judgment, conscience, may all mislead; but from the first time, now years ago, when I heard this subject broached, my instincts, reason, judgment, conscience, have all been in its favor.
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