Old John Brown, the man whose soul is marching on by Walter Hawkins
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bloodiest of the lawless work done in the name of Freedom; a
terrible outlaw because an outlaw for conscience' sake; intense to the point of ungovernable passion--heeding nothing but his own will and sense of right; a revolutionist upon principle; a lawless incendiary, and yet seeking nothing for himself.' But while we feel the veracity of these words there comes to our mind one of Charles Kingsley's impulsive sayings: 'Get hold of one truth, let it blaze in your sky like a Greenland sun, never setting day or night. See it in everything, and everything in it. The world will call you a bigot and fanatic, and then fifty years after will wonder how it was the bigot and fanatic managed to do so much more than all the sensible men round about him.' John Brown vindicated that opinion. CHAPTER VIII THE HALT OF THE BODY AND THE MARCH OF THE SOUL The journeys of John Brown's body were now at an end. Only his soul was free to travel, and it found its vehicle in letters which carried thoughts that breathed and words that burned far and wide. This condemned prisoner had five weeks left of mortal life, and they were the most fruitful he ever spent. The greatest achievement of his life was the marvellous advocacy of the cause |
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