Hereditary judges of the first tribunal in
the world--to you I appeal for justice. Patrons of all the arts
that humanise mankind--under your protection I place humanity
herself! To the merciful Sovereign of a free people I call aloud
for mercy to the hundreds of thousands for whom half a million of
her Christian sisters have cried aloud--I ask that their cry may
not have risen in vain. But first I turn my eye to the throne of
all justice, and devoutly humbling myself before Him who is of
purer eyes than to behold such vast iniquities, I implore that the
curse hovering over the head of the unjust and the oppressor be
averted from us--that your hearts may be turned to mercy--and that
over all the earth His will may at length be done!"
This is nobly to use noble gifts; it is difficult to think ill of a
man who can carry oratory for a glorious object to such heights of
splendour. It may seem a duty to some to darken his character with
detraction, but his inspiring words remain supreme and unsullied and
will still live when such faults as may be truly laid to his charge
are long forgotten. To fight for a great cause, Antony, is rightly to
use great powers, and this is what Lord Brougham did with all his
might.
Your loving old
G.
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