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James Redpath, The Public Life of Captain John Brown, Book 1: he keepeth the sheep. (search)
were, there would be less surprise. I never saw such men. It was so in Kansas I never saw such men outside of John Brown's camp as I saw when in it. When the old hero was last in Boston, I said of Cook: he is brave, generous, but too talkative, and without discretion; he has no moral foundation for his bravery. You've hit the nail, exactly, sir, he said. That's just my opinion of him. J. R. And it pleases me to remember that since this visit, on the day of execution, while our Worcester bells were tolling their melancholy refrain, I took from the post office a letter from this same young girl, expressing pity and sorrow for the recreant Cook, and uttering the hope that allowances might be made for his conduct, though she could not justify it. And on the same day I read that infuriated letter of Mrs. Mahala Doyle--a letter which common charity bids us suppose a forgery, uttering fiendish revenge in regard to a man, against whom, by her own showing, there is not one part
James Redpath, The Public Life of Captain John Brown, Chapter 5: North Elba. (search)
were, there would be less surprise. I never saw such men. It was so in Kansas I never saw such men outside of John Brown's camp as I saw when in it. When the old hero was last in Boston, I said of Cook: he is brave, generous, but too talkative, and without discretion; he has no moral foundation for his bravery. You've hit the nail, exactly, sir, he said. That's just my opinion of him. J. R. And it pleases me to remember that since this visit, on the day of execution, while our Worcester bells were tolling their melancholy refrain, I took from the post office a letter from this same young girl, expressing pity and sorrow for the recreant Cook, and uttering the hope that allowances might be made for his conduct, though she could not justify it. And on the same day I read that infuriated letter of Mrs. Mahala Doyle--a letter which common charity bids us suppose a forgery, uttering fiendish revenge in regard to a man, against whom, by her own showing, there is not one part
James Redpath, The Public Life of Captain John Brown, Chapter 8: the conquering pen. (search)
surveyor's articles if found; also, my old granite monument, now at North Elba, N. Y., to receive upon its two sides a further inscription, as I will hereafter direct; said stone monument, however, to remain at North Elba so long as any of my children and my wiffe may remain there as residents. I give to my son Jason Brown my silver watch with my name engraved on inner case. I give to my son Owen Brown my double-spring opera-glass, and my rifle gun, (if found,) presented to me at Worcester, Mass. It is globe-sighted and new. I give also to the same son fifty dollars in cash, to be paid him from the proceeds of my father's estate, in consideration of his terrible suffering in Kansas, and his crippled condition from his childhood. I give to my son Solomon Brown fifty dollars in cash, to be paid him from my father's estate, as an offset to the first two cases above named. I give to my daughter Ruth Thompson my large old Bible, containing the family record. I give to each o