Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1863-03-13
Let US look at its head of gold,

JOln brown bcs y IL tn0
grave,
John Blown's body lies uouderius in tho
! grave.
John Browns Body lies . mouldorins in the
gave.
Ills soul is marching on"
There is a slight suggestion of John
Brown and the little Indian of the fos-
siliferous ages that proceed Fort Sumter
but it fades away before the real gran
deur of the idea. The rude genius which
struck out this lyric has hit the bulls-eye
of sublime and stirring principle. 1t
is Bryant's royal though clad in peasant
garb.
Truth crushed to earth shall rise again,
the eternal years Of God are hers"
In homely phrase it recognizes, and
seizes, and promulgates the immortality
of right, the indestruetibility of truth !;
and the people recognize and receive it
with humanity and enthusiasm which
rcconciles one for moment to that most
capricious of all apothegms, Vor Populi
cox Die, the voice of the people is the
voice of God !. On that summer day
set in the brow of winter, that June day
lost amid December SHOWS, when John
Brown cast his eyes over the pleasant
land which he had come to redeem, as he
rode to the gallows which was to be his
triumphal car down the centuries-when
he stood guarded by twenty-five thousand
soldiers, and surrounded BY an lnnumera-
bic throng himself the noblest Roman of
them all--when throughout the South
there was terror, and hatred, and exutat-
ion, and throughout the North admirat-
ion and sore regret-who foresaw-to-
| day ? Who looked forward through these
two memorable years, aud beheld the
bursting hosts of Freedom pressing down
upoa Nirginian soil. and ringing out the
"Glory! llallelujah ION the spot made,
forever sacred by that martyrdom |
know in history no retribution more swift
on Justice more complete. Whatever may
be the issue of the war, Virginia mother
Of Presidents, mother Of denominations,
the cruel and cowardly State that was
frantic with terror before a handful of
brave men, and frantic with lust for their
b.ood, when other hands then has given
them into her power; the traitorous and
bragsart people, fit offsprings OF fathers
stummel from the offscouring of English
cities, and moth r bou sht for hundred
pounds of tobacco. has felt by its own
iircstde the bitterness of death and the
sharper bitterness of desolation. John
Brown violated law in his eagerness to
dispense justice. Virginia violated law
iu her ea -erness to dispense injustice, and
" the eurse shall be on her forever and
ever" Virginia slew John Brown in
the interests Of slavery, and in her despite
of freedom. \ hundred THOUSAND men,
imbuel with John Browns spirit, aud
armed By the law which he broke, march
past his galows-trec, and freedom Is
avenged. He wrought i'll for noble cause.
He confounded wrong with right He
would punish wrong by wrong. But the
good that he did lives after him, and the
! evil is inferred with his bones. The
people recognized his simple eye, and his
/ pure heart, and when he went, they felt
that virtue was gone out from them.-
They forget now the ilegllity Of his
measures, and remember only the purity
of his motives. His death atoned for
his errors. tie was the torerunncr OF the
great uprising. His hatred d slavery,
his energy, and courage, and fortItude in
attacking it, were the day star of this
year of our Lord. and SO, because he
wrought i'll, his body lies mouldering
/ in the grave, and because he purposed
well, his soul is marching on. The idea
for which he laid down his life, like the
stone which was cut out without hands, Is
beromng great mountain, and hlling the
whole land. 1t shall yet smite the image
before which John Brown was sacrhc-
ell, and break it to pieces, and grind
/ it to powder. His solitary footsteps IN
the wills of Virginia heralded that grand
army whose tramp is the death-warrant
/ of slavery Virginia has herself served
the cords that held back the knife from
+ her throat, and now vengeance, and JUS
tice, and mercy, join hands TO drive 1t in
! Massachusetts, men stand to-day where
two wears ago he stood--the vanguard OF
the hosts of Freedom. No longer coy
ertly, stealthily with veiled designs, BY
crooked ways, but in open day, of set
purposes, with erect form and defiant
mien, Freedom goes down to give light to
them that is in darkness and the shadow
Of death.
Glory! Hallelujah that we live to
see this day
:. Oh. sad for him whose light went out
Before this glory came,
Who could net live to feel his kin
TO every noble name
/ And saih 81 sill to miss the joy
! That twenty millions know,
In Human Natures Holiday,
From all that makes life low
| have space for only a glance at the
less comely parts Of this song. Here arc
its breast and arms of silver:
He's gone to be soldier in the army
of the Lord &C., the popular recognl'
ton not only OF the souls immortality
but of its immortal activity. The life
that battled so bravely, endured 50 con
stantly. and vie ded SO heroicly, was not
wasted, but is working still in another
sphere, and working for the Lord.
ave mourn for tho fallen one, We weep for th'
brave,
Who to this holy cause his noble life he gave
Sadly, vet proudly shout forth thy name,
As we go marching on
Pathetic, and little pleonastlc, but th'
profa,um rulgats is not nice as to its ear
nor fastidious as to its taste, and the sor