The Tract Society could afford to print that story of Putnam.
You might open the district schools with the reading of it, for
there is nothing about Slavery or the Church in it; unless it occurs
to the reader that some pastors are wolves in sheep's clothing. "The
American Board of Commissioners for Foreign Missions," even, might
dare to protest against that wolf. I have heard of boards, and of
American boards, but it chances that I never heard of this
particular lumber till lately. And yet I hear of Northern men, and
women, and children, by families, buying a "life-membership" in such
societies as these. A life-membership in the grave! You can get buried
cheaper than that.
Our foes are in our midst and all about us. There is hardly a
house but is divided against itself, for our foe is the all but
universal woodenness of both head and heart, the want of vitality in
man, which is the effect of our vice; and hence are begotten fear,
superstition, bigotry, persecution, and slavery of all kinds. We are
mere figure-heads upon a bulk, with livers in the place of hearts. The
curse is the worship of idols, which at length changes the
worshipper into a stone image himself; and the New Englander is just
as much an idolater as the Hindoo.
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