The sunlight that brought life and healing to you, has brought stripes and death to me.

This Fourth of July is _yours_, not mine.

You may rejoice, I must mourn.

To drag a man in fetters into the grand illuminated{350} temple of liberty, and call upon him to join you in joyous anthems, were inhuman mockery and sacrilegious irony.

Do you mean, citizens, to mock me, by asking me to speak to-day?
If so, there is a parallel to your conduct.