Mr. Weston smiled as he answered, “Perhaps it is good for you to be here, to stand by the grave of a slaveholder, and ask yourself ’Would I dare here utter the calumnies that are constantly repeated by the fanatics of my party?’ On this spot, sir, the Abolitionist should commune with his own heart, and be still.  Well was it said by one of your own statesmen, ’My doctrines on the slavery question are those of my ancestors, modified by themselves, as they were in an act of Confederation.  In this one respect they left society in the political condition in which they found it.  A reform would have been fearful and calamitous.  A political revolution with one class was morally impracticable.  Consulting a wise humanity, they submitted to a condition in which Providence had placed them.  They settled the question in the deep foundations of the Constitution.’  Would you then, sir, destroy the fabric, by undermining the Constitution?  Alas! this would be the consequence, were it possible to carry out the views of the Abolition party.”

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The beautiful words of Harrison G. Otis, delivered in Faneuil Hall, Boston, Aug. 22d, 1835, would have been appropriate here, too.  Speaking of the formation of Anti-slavery Societies, he said, “Suppose an article had been proposed to the Congress that framed the instrument of Confederation, proposing that the Northern States should be at liberty to form Anti-slavery Associations, and deluge the South with homilies upon slavery, how would it have been received?  The gentleman before me apostrophized the image of Washington.  I will follow his example, and point to the portrait of his associate, Hancock, which is pendant by its side.  Let us imagine an interview between them, in the company of friends, just after one had signed the commission for the other; and in ruminating on the lights and shadows of futurity, Hancock should have said, ’I congratulate my country upon the choice she has made, and I foresee that the laurels you gained in the field of Braddock’s defeat, will be twined with those which shall be earned by you in the war of Independence; yet such are the prejudices in my part of the Union against slavery, that although your name and services may screen you from opprobrium, during your life, your countrymen, when millions weep over your tomb, will be branded by mine as man-stealers and murderers; and the stain of it consequently annexed to your memory.’”

But, alas! the Abolitionist will not reflect.  He lives in a whirlpool, whither he has been drawn by his own rashness.  What to him is the love of country, or the memory of Washington?  John Randolph said, “I should have been a French Atheist had not my mother made me kneel beside her as she folded my little hands, and taught me to say, ‘Our Father.’” Remember this, mothers in America; and imprint upon the fair tablet of your young child’s heart, a reverence for the early institutions of their country, and for the patriots who moulded them, that “God and my country” may be the motto of their lives.