“They till oppression’s soil where men, For liberty have bled, And the eagle wing of freedom waves, In mockery over head. The earth is filled with the triumph shouts Of men who have burst their chains, But theirs the heaviest of them all Still lay on their burning veins.
In the tyrants halls there are luxury, And wealth, and mental light, But the very book of the Christian law, Is hidden from their sight. In the tyrants halls there are wine, and mirth, And songs for the newly free, But their own low cabins are desolate, Of all but misery.”
Spain, who gave the first impulse and royal sanction to the slave trade, still clings to her idolatry. It rests as a plague spot upon the faces of her people. A case lately ordered before the United States Supreme Court, by one of her subjects, and favored by President Van Buren, secured one of the most important decisions ever given in this Nation. I allude to the case of the Armistad, whose whole cargo of souls were emancipated on the high seas, by the heroism of the chieftain Joseph Cinque. He arose in the strength of his manhood, and slew the captain, and imprisoned the crew, as they were pursuing their course from Havanna to Matanzas. Being unacquainted with navigation, he commanded the seamen to steer towards the sun-rise, knowing that his native country was in the East. But the sky becoming cloudy, the traders directed the vessel towards the American coast, expecting to find favor and assistance from their fellow bandits and brother pirates in this country. But in this they were mistaken, for justice triumphed. When the woe-freighted bark neared our coast, and Cinque saw the star-spangled banner floating in the breeze, it was then that the hero addressed his despairing comrades, while a triumphant smile played upon his face, and said, “_Brothers, we would have conquered, but the sun was against us_.” A sentence more heroic was never uttered by an untutored savage.
It may be asked, why did he despair when he saw the flag of our country? Here is the answer, and be not surprised at it. Because he had seen it waving protectively from the masts of slavers, when freedom owned him as her child, and when he breathed her spirit on his native hills.