II.

The intention which directed the formation of this vast camp was Cruelty.

The system which governed, or rather the want of system which neglected,

each department, whether hospital or commissariat, meant Death. The

evidence against the leaders of the Confederacy is not wanting, neither is

it obscure. It is true that most of the witnesses have perished, or are

fast passing prematurely away; but the chain of circumstantial evidence is

so connected, so apparent, that, unless the faith of humanity changes,

that voice, which Tacitus calls "the conscience of the human race," will,

until the end of time, overwhelm with withering scorn the memory of these

men as the assassins of sedition, rather than the heroes and saints of a

just revolution.

We may search history in vain for a parallel in modern times.

Civilization, in its known vicissitudes, cannot point out a spectacle so

horrible.

The massacre, in hot blood, of the Tartars of the Crimea by Potemkin, will

not compare with this slow, merciless, implacable process of murder by

starvation, and violation of those hygienic laws upon which the principle

of life depends. The fusilades of that saturnalia of blood, the French

Revolution, which swept away whole generations, had the pomp of military

executions, which threw a gleam of brilliancy over the scene, and gave

momentary enthusiasm to the victims. Those great immolations of the

Saracens and Persians by the Tartars were as rapid as the cimeters could

flash. "The fury of ideas," says Lamartine, "is more implacable than the

fury of men; for men have heart, and opinion none. Systems are brutal

forces, which bewail not even that which they crush."

"See," said Timour to the learned men of Aleppo, "I am but half a man, and

yet I have conquered Irak, Persia, and the Indies." "Render glory,

therefore, to God," replied the Mufti of Aleppo, "and slay no one." "God

is my witness," said, with apparent sincerity, the destroyer of so many

millions of men, "that I put no one to death by a premeditated will; no, I

swear to you I kill no one from cruelty, but it is you who assassinate

your own souls."

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