Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | Redfield | 1854
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rabid wretches, who so well discriminated always as to seek
their victims in the feeble, and rarely suffered their virtues to
peril their own skins. They turned next, full-mouthed, upon
the old women, and. occasionally upon the young. At the new
hellabaloo of these saints, these poor devils�and, unluckily,
the devils whom they were alleged to serve were too poor to
bring them any succor�were voted to be witches ; they were
cut off by cord and fire, until the land was purged of all but its
privileged sinners.
Short again was the rest which these godly savages gave
themselves or their neighbors. The poor Gothamites next fell
beneath the ban, and the simple Dutchmen of Manhattan were
fain to succumb under the just wrath of the God-appointed race.
And now, all the neighboring peoples being properly subjected,
the hellabaloo was raised against the cavaliers who dwelt south
of the Potomac.
These were ancient enemies of the saints in the mother-
country. But there had been reasons hitherto for leaving them
undisturbed. They had been good customers. They had been
the receivers of the stolen goods brought them by these wise
men of the East, and did not then know that the seller could
give no good title to the property he sold. As long as our cav-
alier continued to buy the African, the saints hinted not a word
about the imperfectness of the title. It was only when he
refused to buy any more of the commodity that he was told it
was stolen.
" And now the hellabaloo is raised against all those having
the stolen goods in possession. Does this hellabaloo sound like
harmony, my brethren ? and don't you think there will be an
answering hellabaloo to this, which will tend still more to dis-
turb the harmonies ? And, with these wild clamors in our ear,
rocking the nation from side to side, who is it that cries ' peace !
peace ! peace !' when there is no peace ? Am I to be made
the echo of a falsehood ? Shall my lips repeat the silly com-
monplace which cheats nobody, and persuades nobody, and
makes nobody repent ? No, my brethren ! Let us speak the
truth. There is no peace, no harmony, no union among us.
As a people, we are already sundered. We now hate and strive
against each other ; and, until we come back to justice � to the