of Jubilee and a great salvation. But though he asked no pity
for himself, he pleaded in every letter for those who, as he
said, were on the 'under-hill' side. 'Weep not for me,' he
wrote home, 'but for the crushed millions who have no
comforter.' The old text was continually repeated, 'Remember
them that are in bonds as bound with them,' and he bade them
abhor with undying hatred that 'sum of all villanies--slavery.'

His only cause of agitation in the prison was the intrusive
ministration of certain pro-slavery parsons. He refused to let
a man who 'had the blood of the slaves on his skirts' minister
to him. 'I respect you as a gentleman, but a HEATHEN
gentleman,' he would say. 'Don't let such go with me to the
scaffold,' he asked. 'I would rather have an escort of
barefooted, bareheaded, ragged slave boys and girls led by some
old grey-headed slave mother.'

A sculptor who had conceived a great admiration for the brave
old man was ambitious to execute a marble bust of him. He
applied to Mrs. Stearns--Brown's old wealthy supporter--to aid
him in his enterprise. She readily promised to supply all
funds, but, said she, 'You will have a vain journey for the
measurements. He will just say, "Nonsense; give the money to
the poor." You will then say, "Mr. Brown, posterity will want to
know what you looked like," and he will reply, "No consequence
to posterity how I looked; better give the money to the poor."
But go if you will and use my name.' And off went the eager
artist. With some difficulty he procured an interview with the
prisoner. But woman is far-sighted; sure enough the answer
came, 'Nonsense; give the money to the poor.' But the artist