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 satellites, but that is all. It is noticeable how
uniformly the conscience and principles of these men agree with
their prejudices, salaries and other interests, and with changed