Named Entity Results, John Brown

John Brown, dead yet Speaketh.--Who Would have dreamed, a year and a half since, that a thousand men in the streets of New York would be heard singing reverently and enthusiastically in praise of John Brown! Such a scene was witnessed on Saturday evening last. One of the new ressachusetts on its way through this city to the seat of war sang--John Brown's body lies a-moldering in the crave, John Brown's body lies a-moJohn Brown's body lies a-moldering in the grave, John Brown's body lies a-moldering in the grave, His souls marching on! Glory Hallelujah! Glory Hallelujah! Glory HallJohn Brown's body lies a-moldering in the grave, His souls marching on! Glory Hallelujah! Glory Hallelujah! Glory Hallelujah! The stanzas which follow are in the same wild strain: He's gone to be a soldier in the army of the Lord, etc., His soul's marching on! John Brown's knapsack is strapped upon his back, etc., His soul's marching on! His pet lambs will meet him on the way, etc., They go marce tongues of a thousand men to chant his patriotism. Little did Capt. Brown think of the national struggles that were to follow his eventful

Desperate conflict.--A Refugee from the South.--We find in The Southern Confederacy (Atlanta, Ga.) of the 26th ult., the following advertisement:-- $250 reward will be given for the arrest of Geo. Martin, dead or alive, charged with uttering treasonable sentiments against the Southern Confederacy, and admitted by him, and for an attempt to take the life of Lieut. Carruthers when under arrest. Brown & Laidler, T. J. Mcgriff. S. M. Manning, H. H. Whitehead. And others. All papers in the South please copy. Accompanying the above, The Confederacy makes the following statement:-- We clip the following from The Pulaski Times, published at Hawkinsville in this State. Martin resided some eight miles east of that place. It appears that he said that, If Lincoln would march his forces through the Southern States, he would link his destiny with him, and that if the war continued five years, he would be as rich as he wanted to be; that there were tories who got rich

in her poverty and degradation, needs the property and money she has stolen from me, (and, divided in sentiment, bankrupt in credit and reputation, God knows she does,) why, take it all ; use it as best you may — raffle, huckster, and auctioneer it off to the highest bidder, but don't add to the turpitude of the robbery the meanness of deceit land falsehood. My boy would not, if lie could, touch a farthing of the plunder. And your Excellency well knows lie could not if he would. I have no doubt, before this, the packages have been broken open, and the contents seized upon by the hungry and needy subjects of the Old Dominion. Proud old State! glorious in tradition and history, how has she fallen! Gov. Wise said the people at Harper's Ferry behaved like sheep when attacked by old John Brown, and the larceny of my goods by the F. Fs. of Norfolk proves that the deterioration is not local. Very respectfully, your Excellency's obed't serv't, J. O. Bradford. Paymaster U. S. Navy.

112. John Brown's song. John Brown's body lies a-mouldering in the grave; John Brown's body lies a-mouldering in the grave; John Brown's John Brown's body lies a-mouldering in the grave; John Brown's body lies a-mouldering in the grave; John Brown's body lies a-mouldering in the grave; His soul's marching on! chorus. Glory, halle — hallelujah! Glory, halle — hallelujah! Glory, halle — halJohn Brown's body lies a-mouldering in the grave; John Brown's body lies a-mouldering in the grave; His soul's marching on! chorus. Glory, halle — hallelujah! Glory, halle — hallelujah! Glory, halle — hallelujah! His soul's marching on! He's gone to be a soldier in the army of the Lord! He's gone to be a soldier in the army of the Lord! He'sJohn Brown's body lies a-mouldering in the grave; His soul's marching on! chorus. Glory, halle — hallelujah! Glory, halle — hallelujah! Glory, halle — hallelujah! His soul's marching on! He's gone to be a soldier in the army of the Lord! He's gone to be a soldier in the army of the Lord! He's gone to be a soldier in the army of the Lord! His soul's marching on! chorus. Glory, halle — hallelujah! Glory, halle — hallelujah! Glory, halle — hallelujah! His soul's marching on! John Brown's knapsack is strapped upon his back! John Brown's knapsack is strapped upon his backJohn Brown's knapsack is strapped upon his back! John Brown's knapsack is strapped upon his back! His soul's marching on! chorus. Glory, halle — hallelujah! Glory, halle — hallelujah! GlorJohn Brown's knapsack is strapped upon his back! His soul's marching on! chorus. Glory, halle — hallelujah! Glory, halle — hallelujah! Glory, halle — hallelujah! His soul's marching on! His pet lambs will meet him on the way; His pet lambs will meet h