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James Redpath, The Public Life of Captain John Brown, Book 1: he keepeth the sheep. (search)
then threw the gift out of sight Mr. Doolittle, of Ohio, Mr. Weeks and Mr. Hallock, of Connecticut, were his favorite pastors. Although a rigid Puritan, he loved Theodore Parker. I am free to say, he once told me, that I do not agree with Mr. Parker in religious matters ; I think he is mistaken in most of his views; but I like him, sir; he is a good man. Captain Brown, writes a friend, was extremely fond of music. I once saw him sit listening with the most rapt attention to Schubert's Serenade, played by a mutual friend, and, when the music ceased, tears were in the old man's eyes. He was indeed most tender-hearted-fond of children and pet creatures, and always enlisted on the weaker side. The last time I saw him in Boston, he had been greatly annoyed by overhearing in the street some rude language addressed to a black girl, who, he said, would never have been insulted if she had been white. To him might well be applied the words of the old Scotch ballad: O Doug
James Redpath, The Public Life of Captain John Brown, Chapter 3: the man. (search)
then threw the gift out of sight Mr. Doolittle, of Ohio, Mr. Weeks and Mr. Hallock, of Connecticut, were his favorite pastors. Although a rigid Puritan, he loved Theodore Parker. I am free to say, he once told me, that I do not agree with Mr. Parker in religious matters ; I think he is mistaken in most of his views; but I like him, sir; he is a good man. Captain Brown, writes a friend, was extremely fond of music. I once saw him sit listening with the most rapt attention to Schubert's Serenade, played by a mutual friend, and, when the music ceased, tears were in the old man's eyes. He was indeed most tender-hearted-fond of children and pet creatures, and always enlisted on the weaker side. The last time I saw him in Boston, he had been greatly annoyed by overhearing in the street some rude language addressed to a black girl, who, he said, would never have been insulted if she had been white. To him might well be applied the words of the old Scotch ballad: O Doug