In this moment of
discomfiture I turn to you. I am sick at heart as I think of the treason of our
public men. Freedom is forgotten in the miserable competition of party and in
the schemes of an ignorant ambition. Webster has placed himself in the dark
list of apostates. He reminds me very much of Strafford, or of the archangel
ruined. In other moods, I might call him Judas Iscariot, or Benedict Arnold. John
Quincy Adams, as he lay in his bed in Boston after he was struck with that
paralysis which closed his days at Washington, expressed to me a longing to make
one more speech in Congress in order to give his final opinions on slavery, and
particularly (I now give his own words) “to expose the great fallacy of Mr.
Daniel Webster, who is perpetually talking about the Constitution, while he is
indifferent to freedom and those great interests which the Constitution was
established to preserve.” Alas! that speech was never made. But the work ought
to be done. Blow seems to follow blow. There was Clay's barbarous effort, then
Winthrop's malignant attack,1 and now comes Webster's elaborate
treason. What shall we do? But I have unbounded faith in God and in the future.
I know we shall succeed. But what shall we do?
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1 Speech in the House, Feb. 21, 1850.
SOURCE: Edward L.
Pierce, Memoir and Letters of Charles
Sumner, Vol. 3, p. 213
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