heroic day, had no government

was an anar

chy. Every man stood on his own feet, was his own governor; and there was no breach of peace from Cape Cod to Mount Hoosac. California, a few years ago, by the testimony of all people at that time in the country, had the best government that ever existed. Pans of gold lay drying outside of every man's tent, in perfect security, The land was measured into little strips of a few feet wide, all side by side. A bit of ground that your hand could cover was worth one or two hundred dollars, on the edge of your strip; and. there was no dispute. Every man throughout the country was armed with knife and revolver, and it was known that instant justice would be administered to each offence, and perfect peace reigned. For the Saxon man, when he is well awake, is not a pirate but a citizen, all made of hooks and eyes, and links himself naturally to his brothers, as bees hook themselves to one another and to their queen in a loyal swarm.

But the hour is coming when the strongest will not be strong enough. A harder task will the new revolution of the nineteenth century be than was the revolution of the eighteenth century. I think the American Revolution bought its glory cheap. If the problem was new, it was

simple. If there were few people, they were united, and the enemy three thousand miles off. But now, vast property, gigantic interests, family connections, webs of party, cover the land with a network that immensely multiplies the dangers of war.'

Fellow citizens, in these times full of the fate of the Republic, I think the towns should hold town meetings, and resolve themselves into Committees of Safety, go into permanent sessions, adjourning from week to week, from month to month. I wish we could send the sergeant-at-arms to stop every American who is about to leave the country. Send home every one who is abroad, lest they should find no country to return to. Come home and stay at home, while there is a country to save. When it is lost it will be time enough then for any who are luckless enough to remain alive to gather up their clothes and depart to some land where freedom exists.

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REMARKS

AT A MEETING FOR THE RELIEF OF THE FAMILY Of JOHN BROWN, AT TREMONT TEMPLE, BOSTON NOVEMBER 18, 1859

"JOHN BROWN in Kansas settled, like a steadfast Yankee

farmer,

Brave and godly, with four sons all stalwart men of

might.

There he spoke aloud for Freedom, and the Border strife grew warmer

Till the Rangers fired his dwelling, in his absence, in the

night;

And Old Brown,

Osawatomie Brown,

Came homeward in the morning to find his house burned

down.

Then he grasped his trusty rifle, and boldly fought for

Freedom;

Smote from border unto border the fierce invading band: And he and his brave boys vowed

and speed 'em

so might Heaven help

They would save those grand old prairies from the curse that blights the land;

And Old Brown,

Osawatomie Brown,

Said, Boys, the Lord will aid us!' and he shoved his ram rod down."

EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN, John Brown