The Rescue of Jerry

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The Rescue of Jerry


From the Syracuse Journal.


"Jerry," arrested under the Fugitive Slave Law, October 1st, 1852,--on which day the country Agricultural fair, and also an Anti-slavery convention, were hold at syracuse,--was on the same day reseed, and set at liberty by the people, it was as event not surely of level but of national importance, and will forever redound to the honor of our city and country. The following, from one who sometimes courts the favor of the Muses, is in commemoration of it:

Beneath a bright October sun,
Had come from far and wide
The free and hardy sons of toil,
Old Onondaga's pride.
The ploughman from the fold was there,
The thresher from his floor,
Ceased for a time the hammer's stroke,
Closed was the smithy door.
From farm and factory, forge and fold,
From valley and from hill,
Where speeds the plow, or plies the Ioom,
Or clacks the busy mill;
From where upon her many hills
The gives her rocky store,
Or where from sunken shaft beneath
Her briny treasures pour;
From busy mart, where thriving trade
Its generous profit yield,
And from her rural hearths and homes,
Whence labor drives afield,
Came up to-day, in peaceful show,
Strong for the Tree and Right,
The people in their majesty,
The people in their might.
Free labor holds her festival,
Where he is honored most,
Who honors her in heart and homes—
Of all this mighty heat.
Free Laborholds her festival,
Her gals day has come,
And thanks from grateful hearts go up,
With songs of harvest house.
Abundance crowns a year of tail,
And plenty, from her born,
Has scattered wide her generous fruits,
Her wine, and oil, and corn.
But, hark! what sound is that which breaks
Discordant on the car?
why peals the tocsin bell to-day,
This day of all the year?
Can here, within this Northern had,
This land which freedom gave,
Be found a dastard wretch so mean,
That he would hunt a slave?
Take on his soul the damning curse,
Unleash the yelping pack
Of bloodhounds snuffing human prey
To follow on the track?
Too true, alas! for see, in chains
A trembling captive stands,
The fatters on his swollen limbs,
The cords upon hi hands!
Upon his face, in deepened lines,
Is written wan despair,
While heartfelt groans his heaving breast
Sends out upon the air.
The fear of Federal power prevails,
The shameful bribe has won,
The threat of Webster is fulfilled,
The cruel deed is done!
No! not yet done, not yet fulfilled,
Not yet th' exultant yell
Peals through the vaulted arch of Heaven,
"The banner cry of Hell."
No hunting-ground for slaves is this,—
And murmurs deep and loud
Denote the coming storm, which swells,
As swells the gathering crowd;
And as defiance marks each tone,
Stout hearts and hands unite
To help a brother in his need,
'Gainst Wrong to shield the Right.
The blood-red and of power has l
The terror it inspired,
The People Liberty have crowned!
With freedom they are fired!
Till like the angry see, whose waves Break madly on the shore,
They dash against his prison walls,
Break down his prison door,
Strike off the fetters from his limbs,
The cords which bind his hands,—
A MAN again—no more a slave
The rescued JERRY stands!
Injustice for a while may flaunt,
Wrong seem to hold its away,
But Right shall fellow in their path,
As follows night the day.
God speed the Right! O baste the day
When everywhere shall run
The precepts of thy Truth and Love,
The Gospel of thy Son;
When every man in every man
A brother he shall see,
And all shall in the Royal Law
Dwell as one family!
Then the bright Sun, upon a world,
Which Jesus died to save,
"Shall rise upon no bondman,
And shall set upon no slave."


The Liberator reprinted from The Syracuse Journal





“The Rescue of Jerry,” No Stain of Tears and Blood, accessed June 21, 2024,

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