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There Is Very Little Moral Mixture In The 'antislavery' Feeling Of This Country. A Great Deal Is Abstract Philanthropy; Part Is Hatred Of Slaveholders; A Great Part Is Jealousy For White Labor, Very Little Is Consciousness Of Wrong Done And The Wish To Right It.

A Man's Country Is Not A Certain Area Of Land, Of Mountains, Rivers, And Woods, But It Is A Principle: And Patriotism Is Loyalty To That Principle. In Poetic Minds And In Popular Enthusiasm This Feeling Becomes Closely Associated With The Soil And The Symbols Of The Country. But The Secret Sanctification Of The Soil And The Symbol Is The Idea Which They Represent, And This Idea The Patriot Worships Through The Name And The Symbol, As A Lover Kisses With Rapture The Glove Of His Mistress And Wears A Lock Of Her Hair Upon His Heart.

It Is Not The Ship So Much As The Skillful Sailing That Assures The Prosperous Voyage.

Patriotism, Or The Peculiar Relation Of An Individual To His Country, Is Like The Family Instinct. In The Child It Is A Blind Devotion; In The Man In Intelligent Love. The Patriot Perceives The Claim Made Upon His Country By The Circumstances And Time Of Her Growth And Power, And How God Is To Be Served By Using Those Opportunities Of Helping Mankind. Therefore His Country's Honor Is Dear To Him As His Own, And He Would As Soon Lie And Steal Himself As Assist Or Excuse His Country In A Crime.

Stratagem Is The Right Hand Of Cunning.