Amid the storms of freedom were we cradled; in the struggles of freedom have our joints been knit; on the rich aliment of freedom have we grown to our present stature.
Horace Mann: “Amid the storms of freedom were we cradled; in the struggles of freedom have our joints been knit; on the rich aliment…”
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Mann poetically describes the foundational role of freedom in shaping the American identity and character.
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These are but specimens of what the Fugitive Slave law has already done, before the public mind has become familiarized with its brutalities, and while there is yet some sensibility to the claims of justice and mercy left among us.
The man of independent circumstances has this liberty; and no man’s circumstances, not even the poorest and the humblest, should be so dependent as to take it away.
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.
Why, fellow-citizens, the ballot is worse than useless, if it be not FREE!





