A Letter from John Brown never before in print.
Now in the possession of Sullivan Forehand, Esq., of Worcester.
Springfield, Mass, 16th April, 1857.
Hon. Eli Thayer,
My Dear Sir
I am advised that one of "U.S. Hounds is on my track"; & I have keptmyself hid for a few days to let my track get cold. I have no idea ofbeing taken; & intend (if "God will";) to go back with Irons inrather than upon my hands. Now my Dear Sir let me ask you to haveMr. Allen & Co. send me by Express; one or two sample Navy SizedRevolvers; as soon as may be; together with his best cash terms (hewarranting them) by the hundred with good moulds, flasks; &c. I wishthe sample Pistols sent to John (not Capt) Brown Care of MassasoitHouse Springfield, Mass. I now enclose Twenty Dollars towards repairsdone for me; & Revolvers; the balance I will send, as soon as I getthe Bill. I have written to have Dr. Howe send you by Express a Rifleand Two Pistols; which with the guns you gave me; & fixings;together with the Rifle given me by Mr. Allen & Co. I wish them topack in a suitable strong Box; perfectly safe directing to J.B.care of Orson M. Oviatt Esq. Cleveland Ohio; as freight; to keepdry. For Box, trouble; & packing; I will pay when I get bill. I wishthe box very plainly marked; & forwarded to Cleveland; as soon as youreceive the articles from Dr. Howe. I got a fine list in Boston theother day; & hope Worcester will not be entirely behind. I do nomean you; or Mr. Allen & Co.
Very Respectfully Your Friend
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JOHN BROWN: A RETROSPECT.
By ALFRED S. ROE.
Read before The Worcester Society of Antiquity, Dec. 2, 1884.
WORCESTER, MASS.:
PRIVATE PRESS OF FRANKLIN P. RICE.
MDCCCLXXXV.
JOHN BROWN: A RETROSPECT.
Nearly two thousand years ago, at the hour of noon, a motley throng ofpeople might have been seen pouring forth from the gates of a farEastern city and moving towards a hill called Calvary. Amidst soldiersand civilians, both friends and foes, the central figure is that of aman scarcely more than thirty years of age. He has all the attributes,in form and features, of true manliness. A disinterested judge hasjust declared that he finds nothing amiss in him; but the rabble cryout, all the more, "crucify him." While ardently loved by a devotedfew in that tumultuous crowd, he is, to all the rest, an object ofseverest scorn, the