tiny, molded oat of the matrix of heaven by the com¬
mand of God, to front the reformatory measures bornedin
the middle of the nineteenth century, and well did he do
the work assigned. What staggered Hale and disheart¬
ened Chase, only fired the soul of the great Sumner.
The Southern statesmen for years had swayed a scep¬
tre of political power over this country, till in many re¬
spects they regarded themselves as lords of the manor, but
in Mr. Sumner they had an antagonist they were unabla
to cope with in learning or baffle in argument. But South
Carolina the pestiferous State of my nativity, was so bent
upon silencing his otherwise impregnable batteries, that
she resorted to the bludgeon in the hands of Preston S.
Brooks. The sequence was, that in May, 1856, Mr Sum¬
ner was knocked down in the Senate Chamber, drenched
in his own blood, and the skull that enclosed the finest
brain in the world was fractured for life, but this was only
the harbinger of greater results. While Mr. Sumner was
for a short time silent from the brutal effects of a coward¬
ly assault upon his person, the silence was counter-bal-
lanced by the thunders of a hundred volcanoes, which spit
forth angry fire, smoke, and seething lava in terrible ebu-
litions to the consternation of every like ruffian, for the
whole North was mad, and even the South was mantled in
shame and had to censure her own hero.
But the blood of the saints are said to be the seed of the
Church, and so it was in this case, the blood of Mr. Sum¬
ner proved to be the seed of liberty, for although he so far
recovered as to be able to resume his seat in that body,
when he returned, he went with a feeble constitution, but
a stronger will and a greater soul, where both he and the
blood he shed so profusely, plead the cause of the oppress¬
ed. From that time till the overthrow of slavery, Mr.
Sumner spoke to man but his blood spoke to God, Mr.
Sumner cried to earth but his blood cried to Heaven, Mr.
Sumner plead in the Senate but his blood plead in the skies.
Mr. Sumner with his solid reason and thrilling eloquence
touched the hearts of millions, but his blood touched the
heart of God, Mr. Sumner marshalled the armies of the na¬
tion against the institution of slavery, but his blood mar¬
shalled the armies of heaven.