columbus, January 15th, 1861.
My heart and thoughts are full almost every moment with the
terrible reality of our country's condition. We have learned so long to look
upon the convulsions of European States as things wholly impossible here, that
the people are slow in coming to the belief that there may be any breaking up
of our institutions, but stern, awful certainty is fastening upon the hearts of
men. I do not see any way, outside a miracle of God, which can avoid civil war
with all its attendant horrors. Peaceable dissolution is utterly impossible.
Indeed, I cannot say that I would wish it possible. To make the concessions
demanded by the South would be hypocritical and sinful; they would neither be
obeyed nor respected. I am inclined to believe that the sin of slavery is one
of which it may be said that without the shedding of blood there is no
remission. All that is left us as a State, or say as a company of Northern
States, is to arm and prepare to defend ourselves and the Federal Government. I
believe the doom of slavery is drawing near. Let war come, and the slaves will
get the vague notion that it is waged for them, and a magazine will be lighted
whose explosion will shake the whole fabric of slavery. Even if all this
happen, I cannot yet abandon the belief that the government will rule this
continent, and its people be one people.
Meantime, what will be the influence of the times on
individuals? Your question is very interesting and suggestive. The doubt that
hangs over the whole issue bears touching also. It may be the duty of our young
men to join the army, or they may be drafted without their own consent. If
neither of these things happen, there will be a period when old men and young
will be electrified by the spirit of the times, and one result will be to make
every individuality more marked and their opinions more decisive. I believe the
times will be even more favorable than calm ones for the formation of strong
and forcible characters.
Just at this time (have you observed the fact?) we have no
man who has power to ride upon the storm and direct it. The hour has come, but
not the man. The crisis will make many such. But I do not love to speculate on
so painful a theme. * * * I am chosen to respond to a toast on the Union
at the State Printers' Festival here next Thursday evening. It is a sad and
difficult theme at this time.
SOURCE: William Raston Balch, The Life of James Abram Garfield, p. 121-2
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