Let it pass--if the hour of need _should_ come
we will revive it, and out of that need will arise a giant of Union such
as was never before dreamed of. Let the country believe _that_, and from
Maine to California there will be such a blending into one as time can
never dissolve!
But be it borne in mind;--and we would urge it with greater earnestness
than, aught which we have yet said,--there is in England a large, noble
body of men who do _not_ sympathize with the Southern rebels; who are
_not_ sold, soul and body, to cotton; who see this struggle of ours as
it is, and who would not willingly see us divided. These men believe in
industry, in free labor, in having every country developed as much as
possible, in order that the industry of each may benefit by that of the
other. Honor to whom honor is due,--and much is due to these men.
Meanwhile we can wait,--and, waiting, we shall strive to do what is
right. England has her choice between the cotton of the South and the
market of the North. Let her choose the former, and she will grasp ruin.
We should suffer for a time, bitterly. But out of that suffering we
should come so strengthened, so united, and so perfectly able to
dispense with all foreign labor, that where we were before as rough ore,
then we should be pure gold in our prosperity.
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