The weekly Anglo-African., 1859-12-10
MART YRS DAY.
GENERAL EXPRESSIONS OF SYMPATHY
THE DAY IN NEW YORK.

q A most solemn demonstration of sympa-
sthy for the martyred John Brown was
made on Friday, I'd inst, in Shiloh Church,
sthe pastor, Rev. Henry FL Garnet, presid-
ling
The exercises We're commenced by sing
sing the hymn beginning,
u Dear Father, to Thy mercy seat
. My soul for shelter flies"
Eatter which prayer was made by Rev
5Chas. B. Ray, who petitioned with much
sfeeling and fervency that the sacrifice of
this dear old friend of freedom may mark
Athe downfall of this sinful system of bond
ssage.
4 Rev. A. G. Beman, Of Portland, then
Tread the following verse:
4 SHOW me a token for good that they which
shate me may see it, and be ashamed because
Thou, Lord, hast helped me and eomforted me-"
Psalm kxxvi.
aHe also referred to Acts, s c., 1886:
but he (Stephen) being full of the Holy Ghost,
sson of man standing on the right hand of God.
And he said Behold see the heavens opened, and
the son of man standing on the right hand Of
SGod"
A hymn followed, commencing
] Am l a soldier of the Cross,
j A follower of the Lamb ?"
4 AT its conclusion, Rev Henry Highland
Garnet spoke as follows:
Christian Friends and Fellow,. Countyo.
men
The day has come in which the natonis
about to suffer a great crime to be perpe.
5trated against the cause of liberty. To-day
John Brown is to offer up his life sacri.
fee for the sake of justice and equal hui
man rights. Henceforth the Second dav
5of December will be called "MARryR's
sDAY." | am not man of blood. | hold
human life to be sacred, and would spare
5even man-stealer, if he stood not in the
sbondman's path to freedom. Often have
sindulged the hope of seeing slavery abol,
iished without the shedding Of blood; but
that hope is clouded. In the signs of the
times | see the dreadful truth, written as
by the finger Of jehovah" For the sins Of
9t}tlS 2aGttoa there Is no at01aeme1t aithom
PIE shedding Of blood" If it must come.
~ God prepare us to meet it. The ma
Ition needed TO see a picture of the future
lof slavery and its ends, and methinks God
lhas been pleased to draw it in crimson
lines. Americans, Patriots, Christians, Ty-
rants, look upon it, and be instructed Is
it not a singular coincidence that in Virgin
ia, the very soil upon which African slavery
in this part Of the New World commenced
its reign ofterror, the system should receive
its first most damaging blow They may
murder John Brown, but the blow is struck,
and the slave power feels the shock. His
work is done, and Gods purposes in him
are executed, and the divine voice bids him
to come up higher When he dies, he will
leave behind him no greater apostle of lib
erty in all the land. His name and glori-
Gus deeds shall be cherished by the good
and brave, and his widow and fatberless
children shall be adopted by the whole ar
my of the Sons of Freedom Tyrants and
iespots will everywhere upbraid us for in
iicting SO ghastIy wound on the fair
brow of Liberty, in land nick-named the
Model Republic"
After saying that John Brown was actu,
ated by desire tie carry out the golden
'ule, Mr.. Garnet concluded as follows: The
Tithered hand of an old man, whose hairs
ire white with the frosts of nearly seventy
winters. has given the death-bIow to Anne
lcan slavery. His heroic deeds will be
Inscribed ON marble, and his grave will be
listed by troops of pilgrims. Virginia
will be famed in histoIy for having been
ne home of Washington and the theatre
t John Browns cowardly execution
'arewell, brave old mani God be with
hee. Step forth from the scaffold, which
annot dishonor thy name or tarnish thy
Tory, into the chariot of fire that awaits
hee- Go up to meet the army Of departed
Ieroes that have gone before thee to the
Kingdom of Heaven. Go, and with ioy
eceive thy martyrs crown, which theLord
las preparation thee. Succeeding ages
will cherish thy memory, and do justice to
by deeds of renown; and thy amazing
ourage will be the fruitful theme of ora
ors and the glowing songs of poets. Hero
martyr, farewell
joy to thy spirit, brother
A thousand hearts are warm,
A thousand kindred bosoms
Are bareing to the storm.
In evil days before us,
In trials yet to come,
In ul,o L. r IL