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WELL DONE, OLD BROWN.
A few days ago, a “Minister of the Gospel” – one of that tribe of Pecksniffs who defend Slavery on Biblical grounds – one whose salary is paid by the labor whipped out of the black skins of his fellow beings when it is not gathered by the sale of the men, women and children of his parishioners for a Southern market – one who finds in the divine utterances of the Savior and Brother of men not a word which forbids the monstrous wrongs of human chattelhood – approached Old John Brown in prison, holding out to him the consolations of the slave-holding, man-stealing, women-whipping faith which he upholds. The old Puritan spurned him with his foot – drove him and his canting blasphemy and rank Atheism from his cell. “Go,” said he, “you and I do not worship the same God. I want nothing of you!” Well done, Old John Brown! Mistaken in your zeal, erring greviously [grievously] in the means for the accomplishment of a noble purpose, you are making glorious preparation for the death which awaits you!