We do not advise you to attempt a revolution with the sword, because it would be INEXPEDIENT.  Your numbers are too small, and moreover the rising spirit of the age, and the spirit of the gospel, are opposed to war and bloodshed.  But from this moment cease to labor for tyrants who will not remunerate you.  Let every slave throughout the land do this, and the days of slavery are numbered.  You cannot be more oppressed than you have been—­you cannot suffer greater cruelties than you have already.  RATHER DIE FREEMEN, THAN LIVE TO BE SLAVES.  Remember that you are THREE MILLIONS.

It is in your power so to torment the God-cursed slaveholders, that they will be glad to let you go free.  If the scale was turned, and black men were the masters, and white men the slaves, every destructive agent and element would be employed to lay the oppressor low.  Danger and death would hang over their heads day and night.  Yes, the tyrants would meet with plagues more terrible than those of Pharaoh.  But you are a patient people.  You act as though you were made for the special use of these devils.  You act as though your daughters were born to pamper the lusts of your masters and overseers.  And worse than all, you tamely submit, while your lords tear your wives from your embraces, and defile them before your eyes.  In the name of God we ask, are you men?  Where is the blood of your fathers?  Has it all run out of your veins?  Awake, awake; millions of voices are calling you!  Your dead fathers speak to you from their graves.  Heaven, as with a voice of thunder, calls on you to arise from the dust.

Let your motto be RESISTANCE!  RESISTANCE!  RESISTANCE!—­No oppressed people have ever secured their liberty without resistance.  What kind of resistance you had better make, you must decide by the circumstances that surround you, and according to the suggestion of expediency.  Brethren, adieu.  Trust in the living God.  Labor for the peace of the human race, and remember that you are three millions.