Brown, in his sixtieth winter, ascended the scaffold
and gave his life for the colored race.

Connecticut gave the hero birth--from heroes; New York, in her
Adirondack recesses, developed in him that spirit of liberty
which Ohio had nurtured, and is forever honored by his grave;
while Virginia, "building better than she knew," bestowed the
martyr's crown. It was necessary that one man should die for the
people (John xviii, 14), and God arranged that he who is likewise
one of the great benefactors of the human race as well as of his
native land should crimson and beautify with his blood the soil
that gave a cradle and a tomb to the Father of his Country.

Grand indeed is the greatness of the rock-ribbed Adirondacks
where John Brown lived, prayed, thought out his great
life-thought, and made his first trials in the work of emancipation,
but grander is the stone there that marks the grave of him whose
mighty spirit is still "marching on;" for the greatness of that
soul invests the tomb with moral grandeur, and calls "all the
astonishing magnificence of unintelligent creation poor."

Fair indeed are the banks of the Shenandoah, and beautiful the
landscape on which the dying eyes of the hero rested, but more
lovely far the death of him and of his sons and comrades,--"even
in death they were not divided" (2nd Kings i, 19), because the
most beautiful thing in the world or out of it is love, and he
and they died of love for their brethren, God's children. It is
truly fitting, therefore, that they who were rescued by him from
bondage should love and honor his glorious name, and that we all
should chant the praises of the man who was the chosen instrument
of Providence in destroying out of our country the inhuman custom
of human slavery.

The _Southern Congregationalist_, published in Atlanta, does not have a
high opinion of such men as John Brown. We quote:

There are men who never are mistaken. If your opinion or plan, no
matter how well sustained, differs from theirs, they solemnly
greet you: "Our conscience is our monitor: we can make no
concessions of principle." The case is ended. You may as well
make your humble bow and pass on, leaving them in their lofty and
superior place. Such men are of little use in the world. They may
have a few satellite