AN AMERICAN CLERGYMAN, AUTHOR OF THE 11 "LETTERS ON THE AMERICAN REPUBLIC.' 16 * * * What I have written is no idle fictioned rhyme. FOURTE EDITION. LONDON: HAMILTON, ADAMS, & CO. PREFACE. The writer of this volume and his excellent and devoted partner have been borne down by an aval. anche of deadly hate let loose on them by negrohating professors of Christianity in our Northern States of America, and before being extricated from peril, another has come thundering down upon them, put in motion by men who make their gospel one of rifles, like Garibaldi, and the Rev. Henry Ward Beecher, contemplate with fiendish satisfaction the horrible carnage and blood associated with the late Federal war, and aspire to esalt and glorify with the crown of martyrdom the late arch-rebel and traitor Mr Gordon. Far down, therefore, aye, at the bottom of the abyss of calamity, utterly helpless, we lay in the midst of the wrecks of friendship and property, and hopeless, save from the cheering ray that comes over heaven's jasper walls, and leaps into the deep chasm around us, reminding us of our early motto, Nil desperandum, auspice Deo. Hush, hush !” exclaim our enemies, who are not only numerous but formidable.—"Hush, hush! lest |