Eighteen Hundred and Eleven
EIGHTEEN HUNDRED AND ELEVEN, _A POEM_. BY ANNA LĘTITIA BARBAULD. LONDON: PRINTED FOR J. JOHNSON AND CO., ST. PAUL'S CHURCHYARD. 1812. PRINTED BY RICHARD TAYLOR AND CO., SHOE LANE. EIGHTEEN HUNDRED AND ELEVEN. Still the loud death drum, thundering from afar,
different auspices under which the two rival Republics start
into existence. But mankind will not ultimately judge these
things by sympathies and antipathies; they will be greatly
swayed by their own interest, and the two Republics must be
weighed, not by their professions or their previous history,
but by the conduct they pursue and the position they maintain
among the Powers of the earth. Their internal institutions
are their own affair; their financial and political
arrangements are emphatically ours. Brazil is a slave-holding
Empire, but by its good faith and good conduct it has
contrived to establish for itself a place in the hierarchy of
nations far superior to that of many Powers which are free
from this domestic contamination. If the Northern Confederacy
of America evinces a determination to act in a narrow,
exclusive, and unsocial spirit, while its Southern
competitor extends the hand of good fellowship to all
mankind, with the exception of its own bondsmen, we must not
be surprised to see the North, in spite of the goodness of
its cause and the great negative merit of the absence of
Slavery, sink into a secondary position, and lose the
sympathy and regard of mankind."
This to Northern view, was a sad relapse from that high moral tone
earlier addressed to the South notifying slave-holders that England
would not "stultify the policy of half a century for the sake of an
extended cotton trade[79]."
EIGHTEEN HUNDRED AND ELEVEN, _A POEM_. BY ANNA LĘTITIA BARBAULD. LONDON: PRINTED FOR J. JOHNSON AND CO., ST. PAUL'S CHURCHYARD. 1812. PRINTED BY RICHARD TAYLOR AND CO., SHOE LANE. EIGHTEEN HUNDRED AND ELEVEN. Still the loud death drum, thundering from afar,