The
attentive gravity; the venerable appearance of this
crowded audience; the dignity which I behold in the
countenances of so many in this great assembly; the
solemnity of the occasion upon which we have met together,
joined to a consideration of the part I am to take in the
important business of this day, fill me with an awe
hitherto unknown, and heighten the sense which I have ever
had of my unworthiness to fill this sacred desk. But,
allured by the call of some of my respected
fellow-citizens, with whose request it is always my
greatest pleasure to comply, I almost forgot my want of
ability to perform what they required. In this situation I
find my only support in assuring myself that a generous
people will not severely censure what they know was well
intended, though its want of merit should prevent their
being able to applaud it. And I pray that my sincere
attachment to the interest of my country, and the hearty
detestation of every design formed against her liberties,
may be admitted as some apology for my appearance in this
place.
I
have always, from my earliest youth, rejoiced in the
felicity of my fellow-men; and have ever considered it as
the indispensable able duty of every member of society to
promote, as far as in him lies, the prosperity of every
individual, but more especially of the community to which
he belongs; and also, as a faithful subject of the State,
to use his utmost endeavors to detect, and having
detected, strenuously to oppose every traitorous plot
which its enemies may devise for its destruction. Security
to the persons and properties of the governed is so
obviously the design and end of civil government, that to
attempt a logical proof of it would be like burning tapers
at noonday, to assist the sun in enlightening the world;
and it cannot be either virtuous or honorable to attempt
to support a government of which this is not the great and
principal basis; and it is to the last degree vicious and
infamous to attempt to support a government which
manifestly tends to render the persons and properties of
the governed insecure. Some boast of being friends to
government; I am a friend to righteous government, to a
government founded upon the principles of reason and
justice; but I glory in publicly avowing my eternal enmity
to tyranny. Is the present system, which the British
administration have adopted for the government of the
Colonies, a righteous government - or is it tyranny? Here
suffer me to ask (and would to heaven there could be an
answer!) what tenderness, what regard, respect, or
consideration has Great Britain shown, in their late
transactions, for the security of the persons or
properties of the inhabitants of the Colonies? Or rather
what have they omitted doing to destroy that security?
They have declared that they have ever had, and of right
ought ever to have, full power to make laws of sufficient
validity to bind the Colonies in all cases whatever. They
have exercised this pretended right by imposing a tax upon
us without our consent; and lest we should show some
reluctance at parting with our property, her fleets and
armies are sent to enforce their mad pretensions. The town
of Boston, ever faithful to the British Crown, has been
invested by a British fleet; the troops of George III.
have crossed the wide Atlantic, not to engage an enemy,
but to assist a band of traitors in trampling on the
rights and liberties of his most loyal subjects in America
- those rights and liberties which, as a father, he ought
ever to regard, and as a king, he is bound, in honor, to
defend from violation, even at the risk of his own life. .
. .
Let
not the history of the illustrious house of Brunswick
inform posterity that a king, descended from that glorious
monarch George II., once sent his British subjects to
conquer and enslave his subjects in America. But be
perpetual infamy entailed upon that villain who dared to
advise his master to such execrable measures; for it was
easy to foresee the consequences which so naturally
followed upon sending troops into America to enforce
obedience to acts of the British Parliament, which neither
God nor man ever empowered them to make. It was reasonable
to expect that troops, who knew the errand they were sent
upon, would treat the people whom they were to subjugate,
with a cruelty and haughtiness which too often buries the
honorable character of a soldier in the disgraceful name
of an unfeeling ruffian. The troops, upon their first
arrival, took possession of our Senate House, and pointed
their cannon against the judgment hall, and even continued
them there whilst the supreme court of judicature for this
province was actually sitting to decide upon the lives and
fortunes of the King's subjects. Our streets nightly
resounded with the noise of riot and debauchery; our
peaceful citizens were hourly exposed to shameful insults,
and often felt the effects of their violence and outrage.
But this was not all: as though they thought it not enough
to violate our civil rights, they endeavored to deprive us
of the enjoyment of our religious privileges, to vitiate
our morals, and thereby render us deserving of
destruction. Hence, the rude din of arms which broke in
upon your solemn devotions in your temples, on that day
hallowed by heaven, and set apart by God himself for his
peculiar worship. Hence, impious oaths and blasphemies so
often tortured your unaccustomed ear. Hence, all the arts
which idleness and luxury could invent were used to betray
our youth of one sex into extravagance and effeminacy, and
of the other to infamy and ruin; and did they not succeed
but too well? Did not a reverence for religion sensibly
decay? Did not our infants almost learn to lisp out curses
before they knew their horrid import? Did not our youth
forget they were Americans, and, regardless of the
admonitions of the wise and aged, servility copy from
their tyrants those vices which finally must overthrow the
empire of Great Britain? And must I be compelled to
acknowledge knowledge that even the noblest, fairest, part
of all the lower creation did not entirely escape the
cursed snare? When virtue has once erected her throne
within the female breast, it is upon so solid a basis that
nothing is able to expel the heavenly inhabitant. But have
there not been some few, indeed, I hope, whose youth and
inexperience have rendered them a prey to wretches, whom,
upon the least reflection, they would have despised and
hated as foes to God and their country? I fear there have
been some such unhappy instances, or why have I seen an
honest father clothed with shame; or why a virtuous mother
drowned in tears?
But
I forbear, and come reluctantly to the transactions of
that dismal night, when in such quick succession we felt
the extremes of grief, astonishment, and rage; when heaven
in anger, for a dreadful moment, suffered hell to take the
reins; when Satan, with his chosen band, opened the
sluices of New England's blood, and sacrilegiously
polluted our land with the dead bodies of her guiltless
sons! Let this sad tale of death never be told without a
tear; let not the heaving bosom cease to burn with a manly
indignation at the barbarous story, through the long
tracts of future time; let every parent tell the shameful
story to his listening children until tears of pity
glisten in their eyes, and boiling passions shake their
tender frames; and whilst the anniversary of that
ill-fated night is kept a jubilee in the grim court of
pandemonium, let all America join in one common prayer to
heaven that the inhuman, unprovoked murders of the fifth
of March, 1770, planned by Hillsborough, and a knot of
treacherous knaves in Boston, and executed by the cruel
hand of Preston and his sanguinary coadjutors, may ever
stand in history without a parallel. But what, my
countrymen, withheld the ready arm of vengeance from
executing instant justice on the vile assassins? Perhaps
you feared promiscuous carnage might ensue, and that the
innocent might share the fate of those who had performed
the infernal deed. But were not all guilty? Were you not
too tender of the lives of those who came to fix a yoke on
your necks? But I must not too severely blame a fault,
which great souls only can commit. May that magnificence
of spirit which scorns the low pursuits of malice, may
that generous compassion which often preserves from ruin,
even a guilty villain, forever actuate the noble bosoms of
Americans! But let not the miscreant host vainly imagine
that we feared their arms. No; them we despised; we dread
nothing but slavery. Death is the creature of a poltroon's
brains; 'tis immortality to sacrifice ourselves for the
salvation of our country. We fear not death. That gloomy
night, the pale-faced moon, and the affrighted stars that
hurried through the sky, can witness that we fear not
death. Our hearts which, at the recollection, glow with
rage that four revolving years have scarcely taught us to
restrain, can witness that we fear not death; and happy it
is for those who dared to insult us, that their naked
bones are not now piled up an everlasting lasting monument
of Massachusetts' bravery. But they retired, they fled,
and in that flight they found their only safety. We then
expected that the hand of public justice would soon
inflict that punishment upon the murderers, which, by the
laws of God and man, they had incurred. But let the
unbiased pen of a Robertson, or perhaps of some equally
famed American, conduct this trial before the great
tribunal of succeeding generations. And though the
murderers may escape the just resentment of an enraged
people; though drowsy justice, intoxicated by the
poisonous draught prepared for her cup, still nods upon
her rotten seat, yet be assured such complicated crimes
will meet their due reward. Tell me, ye bloody butchers!
ye villains high and low! ye wretches who contrived, as
well as you who executed the inhuman deed! do you not feel
the goads and stings of conscious guilt pierce through
your savage bosoms? Though some of you may think
yourselves exalted to a height that bids defiance to human
justice, and others shroud yourselves beneath the mask of
hypocrisy, and build your hopes of safety on the low arts
of cunning, chicanery, and falsehood, yet do you not
sometimes feel the gnawings of that worm which never dies?
Do not the injured shades of Maverick, Gray, Caldwell,
Attucks, and Carr attend you in your solitary walks,
arrest you even in the midst of your debaucheries, and
fill even your dreams with terror? . . .
Ye
dark designing knaves, ye murderers, parricides! how dare
you tread upon the earth which has drunk in the blood of
slaughtered innocents, shed by your wicked hands? How dare
you breathe that air which wafted to the ear of heaven the
groans of those who fell a sacrifice to your accursed
ambition? But if the laboring earth cloth not expand her
jaws; if the air you breathe is not commissioned to be the
minister of death; yet, hear it and tremble! The eye of
heaven penetrates the darkest chambers of the soul, traces
the leading clue through all the labyrinths which your
industrious folly has devised; and you, however you may
have screened yourselves from human eyes, must be
arraigned, must lift your hands, red with the blood of
those whose death you have procured, at the tremendous bar
of God!
But
I gladly quit the gloomy theme of death, and leave you to
improve the thought of that important day when our naked
souls must stand before that Being from whom nothing can
be hid. I would not dwell too long upon the horrid effects
which have already followed from quartering regular troops
in this town. Let our misfortunes teach posterity to guard
against such evils for the future. Standing armies are
sometimes (I would by no means say generally, much less
universally) composed of persons who have rendered
themselves unfit to live in civil society; who have no
other motives of conduct than those which a desire of the
present gratification of their passions suggests; who have
no property in any country; men who have given up their
own liberties, and envy those who enjoy liberty; who are
equally indifferent to the glory of a George or a Louis;
who, for the addition of one penny a day to their wages,
would desert from the Christian cross and fight under the
crescent of the Turkish Sultan. From such men as these,
what has not a State to fear? With such as these, usurping
Caesar passed the Rubicon; with such as these, he humbled
mighty Rome, and forced the mistress of the world to own a
master in a traitor. These are the men whom scepter robbers now employ to frustrate the designs of God, and
render vain the bounties which his gracious hand pours
indiscriminately upon his creatures. By these the
miserable slaves in Turkey, Persia, and many other
extensive countries, are rendered truly wretched, though
their air is salubrious, and their soil luxuriously
fertile. By these, France and Spain, though blessed by
nature with all that administers to the convenience of
life, have been reduced to that contemptible state in
which they now appear; and by these, Britain, - but if I
were possessed of the gift of prophesy, I dare not, except
by divine command, unfold the leaves on which the destiny
of that once powerful kingdom is inscribed.
But
since standing armies are so hurtful to a State, perhaps
my countrymen may demand some substitute, some other means
of rendering us secure against the incursions of a foreign
enemy. But can you be one moment at a loss? Will not a
well-disciplined militia afford you ample security against
foreign foes? We want not courage; it is discipline alone
in which we are exceeded by the most formidable troops
that ever trod the earth. Surely our hearts flutter no
more at the sound of war than did those of the immortal
band of Persia, the Macedonian phalanx, the invincible
Roman legions, the Turkish janissaries, the gens
d'armes of France, or the well-known grenadiers of
Britain. A well-disciplined militia is a safe, an
honorable guard to a community like this, whose
inhabitants are by nature brave, and are laudably
tenacious of that freedom in which they were born. From a
well-regulated militia we have nothing to fear; their
interest is the same with that of the State. When a
country is invaded, the militia are ready to appear in its
defense; they march into the field with that fortitude
which a consciousness of the justice of their cause
inspires; they do not jeopardy their lives for a master who
considers them only as the instruments of his ambition,
and whom they regard only as the daily dispenser of the
scanty pittance of bread and water. No; they fight for
their houses, their lands, for their wives, their
children; for all who claim the tenderness names, and are
held dearest in their hearts; they fight pro aris et
focis, for their liberty, and for themselves, and for
their God. And let it not offend if I say that no militia
ever appeared in more flourishing condition than that of
this province now cloth; and pardon me if I say, of this
town in particular. I mean not to boast; I would not
excite envy, but manly emulation. We have all one common
cause; let it, therefore, be our only contest, who shall
most contribute to the security of the liberties of
America. And may the same kind Providence which has
watched over this country from her infant state still
enable us to defeat our enemies! I cannot here forbear
noticing the signal manner in which the designs of those
who wish not well to us have been discovered. The dark
deeds of a treacherous cabal have been brought to public
view. You now know the serpents who, whilst cherished in
your bosoms, were darting the envenomed stings into the
vitals of the constitution. But the representatives of the
people have fixed a mark on these ungrateful monsters,
which, though it may not make them so secure as Cain of
old, yet renders them, at least, as infamous. Indeed, it
would be effective to the tutelary deity of this country
even to despair of saving it from all the snares which
human policy can lay. . .
Surely
you never will tamely suffer this country to be a den of
thieves. Remember, my friends, from whom you sprang. Let
not a meanness of spirit, unknown to those whom you boast
of as your fathers, excite a thought to the dishonor of
your mothers I conjure you, by all that is dear, by all
that is honorable, by all that is sacred, not only that ye
pray, but that ye act; that, if necessary, ye fight, and
even die, for the prosperity of our Jerusalem. Break in
sunder, with noble disdain, the bonds with which the
Philistines have bound you. Suffer not yourselves to be
betrayed, by the soft arts of luxury and effeminacy, into
the pit digged for your destruction. Despise the glare of
wealth. That people who pay greater respect to a wealthy
villain than to an honest, upright man in poverty, almost
deserve to be enslaved; they plainly show that wealth,
however it may be acquired, is, in their esteem, to be
preferred to virtue.
But
I thank God that America abounds in men who are superior
to all temptation, whom nothing can divert from a steady
pursuit of the interest of their country, who are at once
its ornament and safeguard. And sure I am, I should not
incur your displeasure, if I paid a respect, so justly due
to their much-honored characters, in this place. But when
I name an Adams, such a numerous host of fellow-patriots
rush upon my mind, that I fear it would take up too much
of your time, should I attempt to call over the
illustrious roll. But your grateful hearts will point you
to the men; and their revered names, in all succeeding
times, shall grace the annals of America. From them let
us, my friends, take example; from them let us catch the
divine enthusiasm; and feel, each for himself, the godlike
pleasure of diffusing happiness on all around us; of
delivering the oppressed from the iron grasp of tyranny;
of changing the hoarse complaints and bitter moans of
wretched slaves into those cheerful songs, which freedom
and contentment must inspire. There is a heartfelt
satisfaction in reflecting on our exertions for the public
weal, which all the sufferings an enraged tyrant can
inflict will never take away; which the ingratitude and
reproaches of those whom we have saved from ruin cannot
rob us of. The virtuous asserter of the rights of mankind
merits a reward, which even a want of success in his
endeavors to save his country, the heaviest misfortune
which can befall a genuine patriot, cannot entirely
prevent him from receiving.
I
have the most animating confidence that the present noble
struggle for liberty will terminate gloriously for
America. And let us play the man for our God, and for the
cities of our God; while we are using the means in our
power, let us humbly commit our righteous cause to the
great Lord of the Universe, who loveth righteousness and
hateth iniquity. And having secured the approbation of our
hearts, by a faithful and unwearied discharge of our duty
to our country, let us joyfully leave our concerns in the
hands of him who raiseth up and pulleth down the empires
and kingdoms of the world as he pleases; and with cheerful
submission to his sovereign will, devoutly say:
"Although the fig tree shall not blossom, neither
shall fruit be in the vines; the labor of the olive shall
fail, and the field shall yield no meat; the flock shall
be cut off from the fold, and there shall be no herd in
the stalls; yet we will rejoice in the Lord, we will joy
in the God of our salvation."
-John
Hancock (1774)