Archibald Henry Grimké: “Nothing is settled which is not settled right, I hear him saying, high above the breaking storm of civil strife.”

It is a gangrene preying upon our vitals--an earthquake rumbling under our feet--a mine accumulating material for a national catastrophe.

It is true many a cheek burns with shame in view of our national inconsistency, and many a heart bleeds for the miserable African.

He saw that they were not essentially unlike other races--that there was nothing morally or intellectually peculiar about them, and that the evil or the good which they manifested was the common property of mankind in similar circumstances.

Our garb should be sack-cloth--our heads bowed in the dust--our supplications for the pardon and assistance of Heaven.