The weekly Anglo-African., 1859-12-17

8boston streets, when night fell upon Bunk
sers I'M, and pitied Warren, saying, Cool
alsh mani Thrown away is life Why
sdldnt ne measure his means better}r
ave see him standing colossal that dav on
THAT blood-stained sod, and severing the flo
THAT bound Boston to Great Britain. That
might George III. ceased to rule in New
England. History will date Virginia
emancipation from Harper's Ferry. True,
Z the slave is still there. SO when the tenn
pest uproots pine on your hills, it looks
1 green for months-a year or two. Still
lit is timber, not tree. John Brown ha:
looseued the roots of the slave system; il
Sonly breathes-it does not live-hereafter
Men say, GLOW coolly bravew But il
shim matchless courage seems the least Of
I his merits. How gentleness graced 7
When the frightened town wished to bear
soff the bsay of the Mayor, man said, j
Twill go, Miss Fowke, under their rifles, il
! you stand between them and me- He
knew he could trust their gentle respect
! for woman. He was right. He went IL
| the thick of the fight and bore off the body
/ in safety. That same girl flung herself
between Virginia rifles and your brave
young Thompson. They had no pity
] The merciless bullet reached him, spite Of
swoman's prayers, though the fight had
/ long been over How God has blessed
!: him How truly he may say, 81 have
fought good fight, [ have finished my
course" Truly he has tf'aashed-done his
work. God granted him the privilege tc
/ look on his work accomplished. He said
Il will show the South that twenty men can
take possession of town, hold it twenty,
four hours, and carry away all the slaves
who wish to escape" Did he not do it I
ICn Monday night he stood master of Har-
!per's Ferry-could have left unchecked
with a score or hundred slaves. The wide
sympathy and secret approval are shown
by the eager, quiveridg lips of lovers of
slavery, asking, ooh, why did he not take
his victory and go awayl" Who checked
him at last Not startled Virginia. Her
he had conquered The Union crushed
seemed to crush him. In reality God said,
Is That work is done; you have proved that
Ia slave State is only Fear in mask of
Despotism; come up higher, and baptize
by your martyrdom a million hearts into
Ia holier life" Surely such life is no
failure How vast the change in mems
hearts Instruction was liarish, horrid
word to millions month ago. John Brown
went whole generation beyond it, claim
ing the right for white men to help the
slave to freedom by arms. And now men,
run up and down, not disputing his princi-
pie, but trying to frame excuses for Vir-
ginia's hanging of so pure, honest, high
hearted, and heroic man. Virginia
stands at the bar of the civilized world onI
trial. Round her victim crowd the apos-
ties and martyrs, all the brave, high souls|
who have said God is God," and troddenI
wicked laws under their feet. AS | stoodI
looking on his grandfathers gravestone,
brought here from Connecticut, telling, ass
it does, of his death in the Revolution, II
thought | could hear our hero-saint saying,
g My fathers gave their swords to the OPT
slave still sinks before theE
pledged force of this nation. | give myE
sword to the slave my fathers forgot" liz
any swords ever reflected the smile Of hea- {
ven, surely it was those drawn at Harper'ss
Ferry. If our God is ever the Lord of
Hosts, making one man chase thousand, E
surely that little band might claim him for
their captain. Harper's Ferry was no sin
gle hour, standing alone-taken out from
a common life-it was the Towering of fif-
ty years of single-hearted devotion. He
must have lived wholly for one great idea,
when these who owe their being to him
and these whom love has joined, group so
tremendously around him, each accepting
;erenely his and her part feel honored &
% stand under such roof Hereafter you 1
will tell children standing at your knees, b
saw John Brown buried-I sat underE
lis roof" Thank God for such master. +
Gould we have asked nobler representa-
i've of the Christian North putting her foot 3
IN the accursed system of slavery? As
inc passes, and these hours float back in 81
o history, men will see against the clear Il
December sky that gallows, and round it
thousands of armed men guarding Virginia.
rom her slaves. On the other side, thes "a
creme face of that calm old man, as heE
loops to kiss the child Of forlorn race z
Thank God for our emblem May he soon n
,ring Virginia to blot out hers in repentantA
hame, and cover that hateful gallows and 81
oldiery with thousands of broken letters. III
What lesson shall those lips teach us b
Before that still, calm hour let US take ali
lew baptism How can we stand here
Without fresh, and utter conservation III
These tears how shall we dare even to Of "a
er consolation Only lips fresh from q
UGH vow have the right to mingle their x
lords with your tears. We envy you your 81
carer place to these noble children of God III
do not believe slavery will go down in B
lood Ours is the age of thought Hearts B
re stronger than swords That last fort s
light How sublime its lesson the Chris s.
ian one of consclence-of truth. Virginia &
5 weak because each mans heart said q
men to John Brown. His words they 8
re stronger than his rifles. These crush q
d a State. These have changed the z
thoughts of millions, and will yet crush e
layery. Men said. "Would he had diedA