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A PLEA FOR CAPTAIN JOHN BROWN !

A PLEA/prayer/ FOR CAPTAIN JOHN BROWN

This was an address delivered before the citizens of
Concord on October 30, 1859, at a meeting sum-
moned by Thoreau while John Brown was still in
jail. The entire address follows.]



A PLEA FOR CAPTAIN JOHN BROWN

I TRUST that you will pardon me for being here. I do not wish
to force my thoughts upon you, but I feel forced myself. Little
as I know of Captain Brown, I would fain do my part to cor-
rect the tone and statements of the newspapers, and of my
countrymen generally, respecting his character and actions.
It costs us nothing to be just. We can at least express our
Sympathy with, and admiration of, him and his companions,
and that is what I now propose to do.

First, as to his history. I will endeavor to omit, as much as
possible, what you have already read. I need not describe his
person to you, for probably most of you have seen and will
not soon forget him. I am told that his grandfather, John
Brown, was an officer in the Revolution; that he himself was
born in Connecticut about the beginning of this century, but
early went with his father to Ohio. I heard him say that his
father was a contractor who furnished beef to the army there,
in the war of 1812 ; that he accompanied him to the camp, and
assisted him in that employment, seeing a good deal of mili-
tary life, more, perhaps, than if he had been a soldier; for
he was often present at the councils of the officers.[t1]  Especially,
he learned by experience how armies are supplied and main-
tained in the field, a work which, he observed, requires at
least as much experience and skill as to lead them in battle.
He said that few persons had any conception of the cost,
even the pecuniary/financial/cost, of firing a single bullet in war. He
saw enough, at any rate, to disgust him with a military life;
indeed, to excite in him a great abhorrence of it; so much
so, that though he was tempted by the offer of some petty
office in the army, when he was about eighteen, he not only

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declined that, but he also refused to train when warned, and
anything to do with any war, unless it were a war for liberty.[t2] 

When the troubles in Kansas began, he sent several of his
sons thither to strengthen the party of the Free State men,
fitting them out with such weapons as he had; telling them
that if the troubles should increase, and there should be need
of him, he would follow, to assist them with his hand ard
counsel. This, as you all know, he soon after did ; and it was
through his agency, far more than any other's, that Kansas
was made free.

For a part of his life he was a surveyor, and at one time he
was engaged in wool-growing, and he went to Europe as an
agent about that business. There, as everywhere, he had his
eyes about him, and made many original observations. He
said, for instance, that he saw why the soil of England was so
rich, and that of Germany (I think it was) so poor, and he
thought of writing to some of the crowned heads about it.
It was because in England the peasantries live on the soil
which they cultivate, but in Germany they are gathered into
villages at night. It is a pity that he did not make a book of
his observations.

I should say that he was an old-fashioned man in his re-
spect for the Constitution, and his faith in the permanence
of this Union. Slavery he deemed to be wholly opposed to
these, and he was its determined foe.

He was by descent and birth a New England farmer, a man
of great common sense, deliberate and practical as that class
is, and tenfold more so. He was like the best of those who
stood at Concord Bridge once, on Lexington Common, and on
Bunker Hill, only he was firmer and higher principled than
any that I have chanced to hear of as there. It was no aboli-
tion lecturer that converted him. Ethan Allen and Stark, with
whom he may in some respects be compared, were rangers in
a lower and less important field. They could bravely face
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try herself when she was in the wrong. A Western writer says,
to account for his escape from so many perils, that he was
concealed under a "rural exterior;" as if, in that prairie land,
a hero should, by good rights, wear a citizen's dress only.

He did not go to the college called Harvard, good old Alma
Mater as she is. He was not fed on the pap that is there
furnished. As he phrased it, "I know no more of grammar than
one of your calves. 7 ' But he went to the great university of
the West, where he sedulously pursued the study of Liberty,
for which he had early betrayed a fondness, and having taken
many degrees, he finally commenced the public practice of
Humanity in Kansas, as you all know. Such were his humani-
ties, and not any study of grammar. He would have left a
Greek accent slanting the wrong way, and righted up a falling
man.

He was one of that class of whom we hear a great deal,
but, for the most part, see nothing at all, the Puritans. It
would be in vain to kill him. He died lately in the time of
Cromwell, but he reappeared here. Why should he not? Some
of the Puritan stock are said to have come over and settled
in New England. They were a class that did something else
than celebrate their forefathers' day, and eat parched corn in
remembrance of that time. They were neither Democrats nor
Republicans, but men of simple habits, straightforward,
pra3 r erful; not thinking much of rulers who did not fear
God, not making many compromises, nor seeking after avail-
able candidates.

"In his camp," as one has recently written, and as I have
myself heard him state, "he permitted no profanity; no man
of loose morals was suffered to remain there, unless, indeed,
pox, yellow fever, and cholera, all together in my camp, than
a man without principle.[t3]  ... It is a mistake, sir, that our
people make, when they think that bullies are the best
fighters, or that they are the fit men to oppose these South-
erners. Give me men of good principles, God-fearing men,



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men who respect themselves, and with a dozen of them I will
oppose any hundred such men as these Buford ruffians.' "
He said that if one offered himself to be a soldier under him,
who was forward to tell what he could or would do if he could
only get sight of the enemy, he had but little confidence in
him.

He was never able to find more than a score or so of re-
cruits whom he would accept, and only about a dozen, among
them his sons, in whom he had perfect faith. When he was
here some years ago, he showed to a few a little manuscript
book, his "orderly book" I think he called it, containing
the names of his company in Kansas, and the rules by whicK
they bound themselves; and he stated that several of them
had already sealed the contract with their blood. When some
one remarked that, with the addition of a chaplain, it would
have been a perfect Cromwellian troop, he observed that he
would have been glad to add a chaplain to the list, if he could
have found one who could fill that office worthily. It is easy
enough to find one for the United States army. I believe that
he had prayers in his camp morning and evening, nevertheless.

He was a man of Spartan habits, and at sixty was scrupu-
lous about his diet at your table, excusing himself by saying
that he must eat sparingly and fare hard, as became a soldier,
or one who was fitting himself for difficult enterprises, a life
of exposure.

A man of rare common sense and directness of speech, as
of action ; a transcendentalist above all, a man of ideas and
Principles that were what distinguished him. Not yielding to
a whim or transient impulse, but carrying out the purpose of
a life. I noticed that he did not overstate anything, but spoke
Within bounds. I remember, particularly, how, in his speech
here, he referred to what his family had suffered in Kansas,
without ever giving the least vent to his pent-up fire. It was
a volcano with an ordinary chimney-flue. Also referring to the
deeds of certain Border Ruffians, he said, rapidly paring away
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He was not in the least a rhetorician, was not talking to Bun-
combe or his constituents anywhere, had no need to invent
anything but to tell the simple truth, and communicate his
own resolution; therefore he appeared incomparably strong,
and eloquence in Congress and elsewhere seemed to me at a
discount. It was like the speeches of Cromwell compared with
those of an ordinary king.

As for his tact and prudence, I will merely say, that at a
time when scarcely a man from the Free States was able to
reach Kansas by any direct route, at least without having his
arms taken from him, he, carrying what imperfect guns and
other weapons he could collect, openly and slowly drove an
ox-cart through Missouri, apparently in the capacity of a
surveyor, with his surveying compass exposed in it, and so
passed unsuspected, and had ample opportunity to learn the
designs of the enemy. For some time after his arrival he stil)
followed the same profession. When, for instance, he saw a
knot of the ruffians on the prairie, discussing, of course, the
single topic which then occupied their minds, he would, per-
haps, take his compass and one of his sons, and proceed to run
an imaginary line right through the very spot on which that
conclave had assembled, and when he came up to them, he
would naturally pause and have some talk with them, learn-
ing their news, and, at last, all their plans perfectly; and hav-
ing thus completed his real survey he would resume his imag-
inary one, and run on his line till he was out of sight.

When I expressed surprise that he could live in Kansas at
all, with a price set upon his head, and so large a number,
including the authorities, exasperated against him, he ac-
counted for it by saying, "It is perfectly well understood that
I will not be taken." Much of the time for some years he has
had to skulk in swamps, suffering from poverty and from
sickness, which was the consequence of exposure, befriended
only by Indians and a few whites. But though it might be
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commonly did not care to go in after him. He could even
come out into a town where there were more Border Ruffians
than Free State men, and transact some business, without de-
laying long, and yet not be molested; for, said he, "no little
handful of men were willing to undertake it, and a large body
could not be got together in season."

As for his recent failure, we do not know the facts about
it. It was evidently far from being a wild and desperate at-
tempt. His enemy, Mr. Vallandigham, is compelled to say that
"it was among the best planned and executed conspiracies
that ever failed."

Not to mention his other successes, was it a failure, or did
it show a want of good management, to deliver from bondage
a dozen human beings , and walk off with them by broad day-
light, for weeks if not months, at a leisurely pace, through
one State after another, for half the length of the North, con-
spicuous to all parties, with a price set upon his head, going
into a court-room on his way and telling what he had done,
thus convincing Missouri that it was not profitable to try to
hold slaves in his neighborhood? and this, not because the
government menials were lenient, but because they were afraid
of him.

Yet he did not attribute his success, foolishly, to "his star,"
or to any magic. He said, truly, that the reason why such
greatly superior numbers quailed before him was, as one of his
prisoners confessed, because they lacked a cause, a kind of
armor which he and his party never lacked. When the time
came, few men were found willing to lay down their lives in
defense of what they knew to be wrong; they did not like that
this should be their last act in this world.

But to make haste to his last act, and its effects.

The newspapers seem to ignore, or perhaps are really igno-
rant of the fact that there are at least as many as two or three
individuals to a town throughout the North who think much as
the present speaker does about him and his enterprise. I do
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party. We aspire to be something more than stupid and timid
chattels, pretending to read history and our Bibles, but dese-
crating/blaspheming/every house and every day we breathe in. Perhaps
anxious politicians may prove that only seventeen white men
and five negroes were concerned in the late enterprise; but
their very anxiety to prove this might suggest to themselves
that all is not told. Why do they still dodge the truth? They
are so anxious because of a dim consciousness of the fact,
which they do not distinctly face, that at least a million of the
free inhabitants of the United States would have rejoiced if
it had succeeded. They at most only criticize the tactics.
Though we wear no crape, the thought of that man's position
and probable fate is spoiling many a man's day here at the
North for other thinking. If anyone who has seen him here
can pursue successfully any other train of thought, I do not
know what he is made of. If there is any such who gets his
usual allowance of sleep, I will warrant him to fatten easily
under any circumstances which do not touch his body or
purse. I put a piece of paper and a pencil under my pillow,
and when I could not sleep I wrote in the dark.

On the whole, my respect for my fellow-men, except as one
may outweigh a million, is not being increased these days. I
have noticed the cold-blooded way in which newspaper writ-
ers and men generally speak of this event, as if an ordinary
Malefactor, though one of unusual "pluck," as the Governor
of Virginia is reported to have said, using the language of the
cock-pit, "the gamest man he ever saw," had been caught,
and were about to be hung. He was not dreaming of his foes
when the governor thought he looked so brave. It turns what
sweetness I have to gall, to hear, or hear of, the remarks of
some of my neighbors. When we heard at first that he was
dead, one of my townsmen observed that "he died as the fool
dieth;" which, pardon me, for an instant suggested a likeness
in him dying to my neighbor living. Others, craven-hearted,
said disparagingly, that "he threw his life away," because he
resisted the government. Which way have they thrown their



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lives, pray? such as would praise a man for attacking singly
an ordinary band of thieves or murderers. I hear another ask,
Yankee-like, "What will he gain by it?" as if he expected to
fill his pockets by this enterprise. Such a one has no idea of
gain but in this worldly sense. If it does not lead to a "sur-
prise" party, if he does not get a new pair of boots, or a vote
of thanks, it must be a failure. "But he won't gain anything
by it." Well, no, I don't suppose he could get four-and-six-
pence a day for being hung, take the year round; but then
he stands a chance to save a considerable part of his soul,
and such a soul! when you do not. No doubt you can get
more in your market for a quart of milk than for a quart of
blood, but that is not the market that heroes carry their
blood to.

In the moral world, when good seed is planted, good fruit is
Inevitable, and does not depend on our watering and cultivat-
ing; that when you plant, or bury, a hero in his field, a crop
of heroes is sure to spring up. This is a seed of such force and
vitality, that it does not ask our leave to germinate.
[t5] 
The momentary charge at Balaklava, in obedience to a
blundering command, proving what a perfect machine the
soldier is, has, properly enough, been celebrated by a poet
laureate; but the steady, and for the most part successful,
charge of this man, for some years, against the legions of
Slavery, in obedience to an infinitely higher command, is as
much more memorable than that as an intelligent and con-
scientious man is superior to a machine. Do you think that
that will go unsung?

"Served him right," "A dangerous man," "He is un-
doubtedly insane." So they proceed to live their sane, and
wise, and altogether admirable lives, reading their Plutarch
a little, but chiefly pausing at that feat of Putnam, who was
let down into a wolf's den; and in this wise they nourish
themselves for brave and patriotic deeds some time or other.
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there is nothing about Slavery or the Church in it; unless
it occurs to the reader that some pastors are wolves in sheep's
clothing. [t6] "The American Board of Commissioners for For-
eign Missions," even, might dare to protest against that wolf.
I have heard of boards, and of American boards, but it
chances that I never heard of this particular lumber till lately.
And yet I hear of Northern men, and women, and children,
by families, buying a "life-membership" in such societies as
these. A life-membership in the grave! You can get buried
cheaper than that.

a house but is divided against itself, for our foe is the all but
universal woodenness of both head and heart, the want of
vitality in man, which is the effect of our vice; and hence
are begotten fear, superstition, bigotry, persecution, and slav-
ery of all kinds. We are mere figure-heads upon a hulk, with
livers in the place of hearts. The curse is the worship of idols,
[t7] which at length changes the worshipper into a stone image
himself;[t8]  and the New Englander is just as much an idolater
as the Hindoo. This man was an exception, for he did not set
up even a political graven image between him and his God.

ing Christ while it exists! Away with your broad and flat
Churches, and your narrow and tall churches! Take a step
forward, and invent a new style of out-houses. Invent a salt
that will save you, and defend our nostrils.
[t9] 
The modern Christian is a man who has consented to say
all the prayers in the liturgy, provided you will let him go
straight to bed and sleep quietly afterward. All his prayers
begin with "Now I lay me down to sleep," and he is forever
looking forward to the time when he shall go to his "long
rest." He has consented to perform certain old-established
charities, too, after a fashion, but he does not wish to hear
of any new-fangled ones ; he doesn't wish to have any supple-
mentary articles added to the contract, to fit if to the pres*



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the blacks all the rest of the week.[t10]  The evil is not merely a
Stagnation of blood, but a stagnation of spirit. Many, no
doubt, are well disposed, but sluggish by constitution and by
habit, and they cannot conceive of a man who is actuated by
higher motives than they are. Accordingly they pronounce
this man insane, for they know that they could never ict as
he does, as long as they are themselves.

We dream of foreign countries, of other times and ra :es
of men, placing them at a distance in history or space ; but
let some significant event like the present occur in our midst,
and we discover, often, this distance and this strangeness be-
tween us and our nearest neighbors. They are our Austrias,
and Chinas, and South Sea Islands. Our crowded society be-
comes well spaced all at once, clean and handsome to the
eye, a city of magnificent distances. We discover why it
was that we never got beyond compliments and surfaces
with them before; we become aware of as many versts be-
tween us and them as there are between a wandering Tartar
and a Chinese town. The thoughtful man becomes a hermit
in the thoroughfares of the market-place. Impassable seas
suddenly find their level between us, or dumb steppes stretch
themselves out there. It is the difference of constitution, of
intelligence, and faith, and not streams and mountains, that
make the true and impassable boundaries between individuals
ajad between states. None but the like-minded can come pleni-
potentiary to our court.

I read all the newspapers I could get within a week after
this event, and I do not remember in them a single expression
of sympathy for these men. I have since seen one noble state-
ment, in a Boston paper, not editorial. Some voluminous
sheets decided not to print the full report of Brown's words
to the exclusion of other matter. It was as if a publisher
should reject the manuscript of the New Testament, and print
Wilson's last speech. The same jourr. .1 which contained this
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the reports of the political conventions that were being held.
But the descent to them was too steep. They should have
been spared this contrast, been printed in an extra, at least
To turn from the voices and deeds of earnest men to the
cackling of political conventions! Office-seekers and speech-
makers, who do not so much as lay an honest egg, but wear
their breasts bare upon an egg of chalk! Their great game
is the game of straws, or father that universal aboriginal
game of the platter, at which the Indians cried hub, bub!
Exclude the reports of religious and political conventions,
and publish the words of a living man.

But I object not so much to what they have omitted as to
what they have inserted. Even the Liberator called it "a
misguided, wild, and apparently insane effort." As for the
herd of newspapers and magazines, I do not chance to know
an editor in the country who will deliberately print anything
which he knows will ultimately and permanently reduce the
number of his subscribers. They do not believe that it would
be expedient. How then can they print truth? -If we do
not say pleasant things, they argue, nobody will attend to
us. And so they do like some traveling auctioneers, who
sing an obscene song, in order to draw a crowd around
them. Republican editors, obliged to get their sentences ready
for the morning edition, and accustomed to look at every-
thing by the twilight of politics, express no admiration, nor
true sorrow even, but call these men "deluded fanatics,"
"mistaken men," "insane," or "craved." It suggests what a
sane set of editors we are blessed with, not "mistaken men;'*
who know very well on which side their bread is buttered,
at least.

A man does a brave and humane deed, and at once, on all
sides, we hear people and parties declaring, "I didn't do it,
nor countenance Mm to do it, in any conceivable way. It
can't be fairly inferred from my past career." I, for one, am
not interested to hear you define ydur position. I don't know
that I vr was or ever shall b& I think it is mere egotism,



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or impertinent at this time. Ye needn't take so much pains
to wash your skirts of him. No intelligent man will ever be
convinced that he was any creature of yours. He went and
came, as he himself informs us, "under the auspices of John
Brown and nobody else." The Republican party does not per-
ceive how many his failure will make to vote more correctly
than they would have them. They have counted the votes of
Pennsylvania & Co., but they have not correctly counted
Captain Brown's vote. He has taken the wind out of their
sails, the little wind they had, and they may as well lie
to and repair.

What though he did not belong to your clique! Though
you may not approve of his method or his principles, recog-
nize his magnanimity. Would you not like to claim kindred-
ship with him in that, though in no other thing he is like,
or likely, to you? Do you think that you would lose your
reputation so? What you lost at the spile, you would gain at
the bung.

If they do not mean all thi's, then they do not speak the
truth, and say what they mean. They are simply at their old
tricks still.

"It was always conceded to him," says one who calls him
crazy, "that he was a conscientious man, very modest in his
demeanor, apparently inoffensive, until the subject of Slavery
was introduced, when he would exhibit a feeling of indigna-
tion unparalleled."    

The slave-ship is on her way, crowded with its dying vic-
tims; new cargoes are being added in mid-ocean ; a small crew
of slaveholders, countenanced by a large body of passengers,
is smothering four millions under the hatches, and yet the
politician asserts that the only proper way by which deliver-
ance is to be obtained is by "the quiet diffusion of the senti-
ments of humanity," without any "outbreak."[t11]  As if the senti-
ments of humanity were ever found unaccompanied by its
deeds, and you could disperse them, all finished to order, the
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bodies of the dead that have found deliverance. That is the
way we are "diffusing" humanity, and its sentiments with it.[t12] 

Prominent and influential editors, accustomed to deal with
politicians, men of an infinitely lower grade, say, in their
ignorance, that he acted "on the principle of revenge.' 7 They
do not know the man. They must enlarge themselves to con-
ceive of him. I have no doubt that the time will come when
they will begin to see him as he was. They have got to con-
ceive of a man of faith and of religious principle, and not a
politician or an Indian; of a man who did not wait till he was
personally interfered with or thwarted in some harmless busi-
ness before he gave his life to the cause of the oppressed.

If Walker may be considered the representative of the
South, I wish I could say that Brown was the representative
of the North. He was a superior man. He did not value his
bodily life in comparison with ideal things. He did not recog-
nize unjust human laws, but resisted them as he was bid.
For once we are lifted out of the trivialness and dust of politics
into the region of truth and manhood. No man in America
has ever stood up so persistently and effectively for the dig-
nity of human nature, knowing himself for a man, and
the equal of any and all governments. In -that sense he was
the most American of us all. He needed no babbling lawyer,
making false issues, to defend him. He was more than a
match for all the judges that American voters, or office-
holders of whatever grade, can create. He could not have
been tried by a jury of his peers, because his peers did not
exist. When a man stands up serenely against the condemna-
tion and vengeance of mankind, rising above them literally
by a whole body, even though he were of late the vilest
murderer, who has settled that matter with himself, the
spectacle is a sublime one, didn't ye know it, ye Liberators ,
ye Tribunes, ye Republicans? and we become criminal in
comparison. Do yourselves the honor to recognize him. He
needs none of your respect.



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As for the Democratic journals, they are not human enough
to affect me at all. I do not feel indignation at anything
they may say.

I am aware that I anticipate a little, that he was still, at
the last accounts, alive in the hands of his foes; but that
being the case, I have all along found myself thinking and
speaking of him as physically dead.

in our hearts, whose bones have not yet crumbled in the
earth around us, but I would rather see the statue of Cap-
tain Brown in the Massachusetts State-House yard than that
of any other man whom I know. I rejoice that I live in this
age, that I am his contemporary.
What a contrast, when we turn to that political party
which is so anxiously shuffling him and his plot out of its
way, and looking around for some available slaveholder, per-
haps, to be its candidate, at least for one who will execute
the Fugitive Slave Law, and all those other unjust laws which
he took up arms to annul/cancel/ !

Insane! A father and six sons, and one son-in-law, and
several more men besides, as many at least as twelve dis-
ciples,' all struck with insanity at once ; while the sane tyrant
fiolds with a firmer gripe than ever his four millions of slaves,
and a thousand sane editors, his abettors, are saving their
country and their bacon! Just as insane were his efforts in
Kansas. Ask the tyrant who is his most dangerous foe, the
sane man or the insane? Do the thousands who know him
best, who have rejoiced at his deeds in Kansas, and have
afforded him material aid there, think him insane? Such a
use of this word is a mere trope with most who persist in
using it, and I have no doubt that many of the rest have
already in silence retracted their words.

Read his admirable answers to Mason and others. How
they are dwarfed and defeated by the contrast! On the one
side, half-brutish, half-timid questioning; on the other, truth,
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are made to stand with Pilate, and Gessler, and the Inqui-
sition. How ineffectual their speech and action! and what a
void their silence! They are but helpless tools in this great
work. It was no human power that gathered them about this
preacher.

What have Massachusetts and the North sent a few sane
representatives to Congress for, of late years? to declare
with effect what kind of sentiments? All their speeches put
together and boiled down and probably they themselves
will confess it do not match for manly directness and force,
and for simple truth, the few casual remarks of crazy John
Brown on the floor of the Harper's Ferry engine-house,
that man whom you are about to hang, to send to the other
world, though not to represent you there. No, he was not our
representative in any sense. He was too fair a specimen of a
man to represent the like of us. Who, then, were his constit-
uents? If you read his words understandingly you will find
out. In his case there is no idle eloquence, no made, nor
maiden speech, no compliments to the oppressor. Truth is his
inspirer,[t14]  and earnestness the polisher of his sentences. He
could afford to lose his Sharps rifles, while he retained his
faculty of speech, a Sharps rifle of infinitely surer and
longer range.

And the New York Herald reports the conversation ver-
batim! It does not know of what undying words it is made
the vehicle.

I have no respect for the penetration of any man who can
read the report of that conversation and still call the prin-
cipal in it insane. It has the ring of a saner sanity than an
ordinary discipline and habits of life, than an ordinary organ-
ization, secure. Take any sentence of it, "Any questions that
I can honorably answer, I will; not otherwise. So far as I am
myself concerned, I have told everything truthfully. I value
my word, sir." The few who talk about his vindictive spirit,
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to detect a noble man, no amalgam to combine with his pure
gold. They mix their own dross with it.

It is a relief to turn from these slanders to the testimony
of his more truthful, but frightened jailers and hangmen.
Governor Wise speaks far more justly and appreciatingly of
him than any Northern editor, or politician, or public per-
sonage, that I chance to have heard from. I know that you
can afford to hear him again on this subject. He says: "They
are themselves mistaken who take him to be a madman. . . *
He is cool, collected, and indomitable, and it is but just
to him to say that he was humane to his prisoners. . . . And
he inspired me with great trust in his integrity as a man of
truth. He is a fanatic, vain and garrulous" (I leave that part
to Mr. Wise), "but firm, truthful, and intelligent. His men,
too, who survive, are like him. . . . Colonel Washington says
that he was the coolest and firmest man he ever saw in defy-
ing danger and death. With one son dead by his side, and
another shot through, he felt the pulse of his dying son with
one hand, and held his rifle with the other, and commanded
his men with the utmost composure, encouraging them to be
firm, and to sell their lives as dear as they could. Of the three
white prisoners, Brown, Stevens, and Coppoc, it was hard to
say which was most firm."

Almost the first Northern men whom the slaveholder has
learned to respect!

The testimony of Mr. Vallandigham, though less valuable,
is of the same purport, that "it is vain to underrate either the
man or his conspiracy. ... He is the farthest possible re-
moved from the ordinary ruffian, fanatic, or madman."

"All is quiet at Harper's Ferry," say the journals. What
is the character of that calm which follows when the law
and the slaveholder prevail? I regard this event as a touch-
stone designed to bring out, with glaring distinctness, the
character of this government. We needed to be thus assisted
to see it by the light of history. It needed to see itself. When
a, government puts forth its strength on the side of injustice >



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as ours to maintain slavery and kill the liberators of the slave,
it reveals itself a merely brute force, or worse, a demoniacal
force. It is the head of the Plug-Uglies. It is more manifest
than ever that tyranny rules. I see this government to be
effectually allied with France and Austria in oppressing
mankind. There sits a tyrant holding fettered four millions
of slaves ; here comes their heroic liberator. This most hypo-
critical and diabolical government looks up from its seat on
the gasping four millions, and inquires with an assumption
of innocence: "What do you assault me for? Am I not an
honest man? Cease agitation on this subject, or I will make a
slave of you, too, or else hang you."

We talk about a representative government; but what a
monster of a government is that where the noblest faculties
of the mind, and the whole heart, are not represented. A semi-
human tiger or ox, stalking over the earth, with its heart
taken out and the top of its brain shot away. Heroes have
fought well on their stumps when their legs were shot off, but
I never heard of any good done by such a government as
that.

The only government that I recognize and it matters not
how few are at the head of it, or how small its army is
that power that establishes justice in the land, never that
which establishes injustice. What shall we think of a govern-
ment to which all the truly brave and just men in the land
are enemies, standing between it and those whom it op-
crucifies a million Christs every day![t15] 

help thinking of you as you deserve, ye governments. Can
you dry up the fountains of thought? High treason, when
it is resistance to tyranny here below, has its origin in, and
is first committed by, the power that makes and forever recre-
ates man. When you have caught and hung all these human
rebels, you have accomplished nothing but your own guilt,
for you have not struck at the fountain-head. [t16] You presume to



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contend with a foe against whom West Point cadets and rifled
cannon point not. Can all the art of the cannon founder tempt
matter to turn against its maker? Is the form in which the
founder thinks he casts it more essential than the constitu-
tion of it and of himself?

The United States have a coffle of four millions of slaves.
They are determined to keep them in this condition; and
Massachusetts is one of the confederated overseers to pre-
vent their escape. Such are not all the inhabitants of Massa-
chusetts, but such are they who rule and are obeyed here. It
was Massachusetts, as well as Virginia, that put down this
insurrection at Harper's Ferry. She sent the marines there,
and she will have to pay the penalty of her sin.

Suppose that there is a society in this State that out of
its own purse and magnanimity saves all the fugitive slaves
that run to us, and protects our colored fellow-citizens, and
leaves the other work to the government, so called. Is not
that government fast losing its occupation, and becoming
contemptible to mankind? If private men are obliged to per-
form the offices of government, to protect the weak and dis-
pense justice, then the government becomes only a hired
man^ or clerk, to perform menial or indifferent services. Of
course, that is but the shadow of a government whose exist-
ence necessitates a Vigilant Committee.[t17]  What should we
think of the Oriental Cacli even, behind whom worked in
secret a Vigilant Committee? But such is the character of
our Northern States generally; each has its Vigilant Com-
mittee. And, to a certain extent, these crazy governments
recognize and accept this relation. They say, virtually,
"We'll be glad to work for you on these terms, only don't
make a noise about it." And thus the government, its salary
being insured, withdraws into the back shop, taking the Con-
stitution with it, and bestows most of its labor on repairing
that. When I hear it at work sometimes, as I go by, it re-
minds me, at best, of those farmers who in winter contrive
to turn a penny by following the coopering business. And



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what kind of spirit is their barrel made to hold? They specu-
late in stocks, and bore holes in mountains, but they are not
competent to lay out even a decent highway. The only free
road, the Underground Railroad, is owned and managed by
the Vigilant Committee. They have tunneled under the whole
breadth of the land. Such a government is losing its power
and respectability as surely as water runs out of a leaky
vessel, and is held by one that can contain it.

I hear many condemn these men because they were so few.
When were the good and the brave ever in a majority? Would
you have had him wait till that time came? till you and I
came over to him? The very fact that he had no rabble or
troop of hirelings about him would alone distinguish him from
ordinary heroes. His company was small indeed, because few
could be found worthy to pass muster. Each one who there
laid down his life for the poor and oppressed was a picked
man, culled out of many thousands, if not millions; appar-
ently a man of principle, of rare courage, and devoted
humanity; ready to sacrifice his life at any moment for the
benefit of his fellow-man. It may be doubted if there were
as many more their equals in these respects in all the coun-
try, I speak of his followers only, for their leader, no
doubt, scoured the land far and wide, seeking to swell his
troop. These alone were ready to step between the oppressor
and the oppressed. Surely they were the very best men you
could select to be hung. That was the greatest compliment
which this country could pay them. They were ripe for her
gallows. She has tried a long time, she has hung a good many,
but never found the right one before.

When I think of him, and his six sons, and his son-in-law,
not to enumerate the others, enlisted for this fight, proceed-
ing coolly, reverently, humanely to work, for months if not
years, sleeping and waking upon it, summering and winter-
ing the thought, without expecting any reward but a good
conscience,[t18]  while almost all America stood ranked on the
other side, I say again that it affects me as a sublime spec-



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tacle. If he had had any journal advocating "his cause/' any
organ, as the phrase is, monotonously and wearisomely play-
ing the same old tune, and then passing round the hat, it
would have been fatal to his efficiency. If he had acted in
any way so as to be let alone by the government, he might
have been suspected. It was the fact that the tyrant must
give place to him, or he to the tyrant, that distinguished him
from all the reformers of the day that I know.

It was his peculiar doctrine that a man has a perfect right
to interfere by force with the slaveholder, in order to rescue
the slave. I agree with him. They who are continually shocked
by slavery have some right to be shocked by the violent death
of the slaveholder, but no others. Such will be more shocked
by his life than by his death. I shall not be forward to think
him mistaken in his method who quickest succeeds to liberate
the slave. I speak for the slave when I say that I prefer the
philanthropy of Captain Brown to that philanthropy which
neither shoots me nor liberates me. At any rate, I do not
think it is quite sane for one to spend his whole life in talk-
ing or writing about this matter, unless he is continuously
inspired, and I have not done so. A man may have other af-
fairs to attend to. I do not wish to kill nor to be killed, but
I can foresee circumstances in which both these things would
be by me unavoidable. We preserve the so-called peace of
our community by deeds of petty violence every day. Look
at the policeman's billy and handcuffs! Look at the jail!
Look at the gallows! Look at the chaplain of the regiment!
We are hoping only to live safely on the outskirts of this
provisional army. So we defend ourselves and our hen-roosts,
and maintain slavery. I know that the mass of my country-
men think that the only righteous use that can be made of
Sharps rifles and revolvers is to fight duels with them, when
we are insulted by other nations, or to hunt Indians, or shoot
fugitive slaves with them, or the like. I think that for once the
Sharps rifles and the revolvers were employed in a righteous



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cause. The tools were in the hands of one who could use
them.

Temple once will clear it again. The question is not about
the weapon, but the spirit in which you use it.[t19]  No man has ap-
peared in America, as yet, who loved his fellow-man so well,
and treated him so tenderly. He lived for him. He took up
his life and he laid it down for him. What sort of violence is
that which is encouraged, not by soldiers, but by peaceable
citizens, not so much by laymen as by ministers of the Gospel,
not so much by the fighting sects as by the Quakers, and not
so much by Quaker men as by Quaker women?

This event advertises me that there is such a fact as death,
the possibility of a man's dying. It seems as if no man had
ever died in America before; for in order to die you must
first have lived. I don't believe in the hearses, and palls, and
funerals that they have had. There was no death in the case,
because there had been no life ; they merely rotted or sloughed
off, pretty much as they had rotted or sloughed along.[t20]  No
temple's veil was rent, only a hole dug somewhere. Let the
dead bury their dead.[t21]  The best of them fairly ran down like
a clock. Franklin, Washington, they were let off without
dying; they were merely missing one day. I hear a good
many pretend that they are going to die ; or that they have
died, for aught that I know. Nonsense! I'll defy them to do
it. They haven't got life enough in them. They'll deliquesce
like fungi, and keep a hundred eulogists mopping the spot,
where they left off. Only half a dozen or so have died since
the world began. Do you think that you are going to die,
sir? No! there's no hope of you. You haven't got your lesson
yet. You've got to stay after school. We make a needless ado
about capital punishment, taking lives, when there is no
life to take. [t22] Memento mori![t23]  We don't understand that sub-
lime sentence which some worthy got sculptured on his grave-
stone once. We've interpreted it in a groveling and sniveling



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But be sure you do die nevertheless. Do your work, and
finish it. If you know how to begin, you will know when
to end.

These men, in teaching us how to die, have at the same
time taught us how to live. If this man's acts and words do
not create a revival, it will be the severest possible satire
on the acts and words that do. It is the best news that America
has ever heard. It has already quickened the feeble pulse of
the North, and infused more and more generous blood into
her veins and heart than any number of years of what is called
commercial and political prosperity could. How many a man
who was lately contemplating suicide has now something to
live for !

[t25] One writer says that Brown's peculiar monomania made
him to be "dreaded by the Missourians as a supernatural
being." Sure enough, a hero in the midst of us cowards is
always so dreaded. He is just that thing. He shows himself
superior to nature. He has a spark of divinity in him.

Erect himself, how poor a thing is man!"[t26] 

Newspaper editors argue also that it is a proof of his
Insanity that he thought he was appointed to do this work
which he did, that he did not suspect himself for a moment!
They talk as if it were impossible that a man could be
"Divinely appointed" [t27] in these days to do any work whatever;
as if vows and religion were out of date as connected with
any man's daily work; as if the agent to abolish slavery
could only be somebody appointed by the President, or by
some political party. They talk as if a man's death were a
failure, and his continued life, be it of whatever character,
were a success.

When I reflect to what a cause this man devoted himself,
and how religiously, and then reflect to what cause his judges
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themselves, I see that they are as far apart as the heavens
and earth are asunder.

The amount of it is, our "leading men" are a harmless kind
of folk, and they know well enough that they were not
divinely appointed, but elected by the votes of their party.

Who is it whose safety requires that Captain Brown be
hung? Is it indispensable to any Northern man? Is there no
resource but to cast this man also to the Minotaur? If you
do not wish it, say so distinctly. While these things are being
done, beauty stands veiled and music is a screeching lie.
Think of him, of his rare qualities! such a man as it takes
ages to make, and ages to understand; no mock hero, nor the
representative of any party. A man such as the sun may not
rise upon again in this benighted land. To whose making went
the costliest material, the finest adamant; sent to be the re-
deemer of those in captivity; and the only use to which you
can put him is to hang him at the end of a rope! You who
pretend to care for Christ crucified, consider what you are
about to do to him who offered himself to be the saviour of
four millions of men.

Any man knows when he is Justified, and all the wits in the
world cannot enlighten him on that point. The murderer al-
ways knows that he is justly punished ; but when a govern-
ment takes the life of a man without the consent of his con-
science, it is an audacious government, and is taking a step
towards its own dissolution. Is it not possible that an indi-
vidual may be right and a government wrong? Are laws to
be enforced simply because they were made? or declared by
any number of men to be good, if they are not good? Is there
any necessity for a man's being a tool to perform a deed of
which his better nature disapproves? Is it the intention of law-
makers that good men shall be hung ever? Are judges to
interpret the law according to the letter, and not the spirit?
What right have you to enter into a compact with yourself
that you will do thus or so, against the light within you? Is
it for you to make up your mind, to form any resolution



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whatever, and not accept the convictions that are forced
upon you, and which ever pass your understanding? I do not
believe in lawyers, in that mode of attacking or defending a
man, because you descend to meet the judge on his own
ground, and, in cases of the highest importance, it is of no
consequence whether a man breaks a human law or not. Let
lawyers decide trivial cases. Business men may arrange that
among themselves. If they were the interpreters of the ever-
lasting laws which rightfully bind man, that would be another
thing. A counterfeiting law-factory, standing half in a slave
land and half in a free! What kind of laws for free men can
you expect from that?

life, but for his character, his immortal life; and so it be-
comes your cause wholly, and is not his in the least. Some
eighteen hundred years ago Christ was crucified ; this morn-
ing, perchance, Captain Brown was hung. These are the two
ends of a chain which is not without its links. He is not Old
Brown any longer; he is an angel of light.
I see now that it was necessary that the bravest and human-
est man in all the country should be hung. Perhaps he saw it
himself. I almost jeer that I may yet hear of his deliverance,
doubting if a prolonged life, if any life, can do as much good
as his death.          

"Misguided!" "Garrulous!" "Insane!" "Vindictive!" So
ye write in your easy-chairs, and thus he wounded responds
from the floor of the Armory, clear as a cloudless sky, true as
the voice of nature is: "No man sent me here; it was my own
prompting and that of my Maker. I acknowledge no master
in human form."

And in what a sweet and noble strain he proceeds, address-
ing his captors, who stand over him : "I think, my friends, you
are guilty of a great wrong against God and humanity, and
it would be perfectly right for anyone to interfere with you
so far as to free those you willfully and wickedly hold in
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And, referring to his movement: "It is, in my opinion, the
greatest service a man can render to God."

"I pity the poor in bondage that have none to help them;
that is why I am here; not to gratify any personal animosity,
revenge, or vindictive spirit. It is my sympathy with the op-
pressed and the wronged, that are as good as you, and as
precious in the sight of God."

You don't know your testament when you see it.

"I want you to understand that I respect the rights of the
poorest and weakest of colored people, oppressed by the slave
power, just as much as I do those of the most wealthy and
powerful."

"I wish to say, furthermore, that you had better, all you
people at the South, prepare yourselves for a settlement of
that question, that must come up for settlement sooner than
you are prepared for it. The sooner you are prepared the
better. [t29] You may dispose of me very easily. I am nearly dis-
posed of now; but this question is still to be settled, this
negro question,[t30]  I mean; the end of that is not yet."

no longer going to Rome for a subject; the poet will sing it;
the historian record it; and, with the Landing of the Pilgrims
and the Declaration of Independence, it will be the ornament
of some future national gallery, when at least the present form
of slavery shall be no more here. We shall then be at liberty
to weep for Captain Brown. Then, and not till then, we will
take our revenge.


 [t1]Back ground!
 [t2]Man of Purpose!
 [t3]A Man of Principles!
 [t4]Oh, Thoreau!
 [t5]Fruitfulness!
 [t6]Wolves in sheep’s clothing!
 [t7]Wow!
 [t8]Wow!
 [t9]Signal!
 [t10]O My God!
 [t11]No Outbreak!
 [t12]Deliverance!
 [t13]John Brown Statue!
 [t14]Truth the Inspirer!
 [t15]The anti-Christ’s!
 [t16]Fountains of thought!!
 [t17]The Government only a Vigilant Committee
 [t18]A good conscience!
 [t19]Temple Clearance!
 [t20]Wow!
 [t21]Let the dead bury their dead!
 [t22]Capital punishment!
 [t23]Memento mori!
 [t24]Gravestone!
 [t25]Stg to live for!
 [t26]The Super-Man!
 [t27]Divine Appointment!
 [t28]The Angel of Light!
 [t29]The sooner the better!
 [t30]Negro Question!
 [t31]The Poet Prophet !


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