Anti-Slavery Bugle from Lisbon, Ohio • Page 2

9m THE ANTI-SLA VEUY BUGLE. From the London Star. VICTOR HUGO ON JOHN BROWN. 8i I When oar thought dwell unoti tb United States tf America, a majestic form sites before lb tyt or imagination. Il It a Washington I Look, then, to what taking plact in that euutry of Washington at this present moment.

a. a. a ids ooainern ouiM 01 the Union there are SWM, and thU circumstance it regarded with in dlioatinn, at tht moat monstrous of inconsisten by the purt and logical conscience of tbo Northern Slate. A white man. a free man.

John Brown, eought to deliver these negro elate from bondage. Aasurodly, il inturreotion ever a red duty, It mnat hen it is directed against Slavery. John Brown endeavored to commence work of emanoipition ly the liberation of laves-in Virginia. Pious, austere, animated with tbt old Puritan spirit, inspired by the spirit of the Qospel, bo eounded to these men, there oppreased brother, the rail ting-cry of Freedom. Tb lavtt.

enervated by servitude, made no response to ibf appeal. Slavery afflicts the soul with deaf Browo, though deserted, still fought at the of hanful of herolo men; he struggled; he was riddled balls; hi two young eons, sacred asartyr. fell dead at hie side, and he himself wa aUsa. This i what they call tba affair of liar- ft't Ferry. Jjbo Brown hat been tried, four of bis omrades, Stephen, Coppic, Oreon, and Cope- land.

What bae been the character of hi trial La' at loo it op in a few words John Brown, upon a wretched pallet, with alt elf gaping wounds, a gun-shot wound in hi arm, another in hi loins, and two in his head, scarcely aeneoioot of turrounaing sounds, lathing hi mat lit in with the ghostly presence of felt two ton ever beside him, hi four fellow-suF- rtrt wounded, dragging themselves along by his aide Stephen bleeding from four eaber wounds! justice in a hurry and overleaping all obstacle in attorney, Hunter, who wishes to proceed hastily, and a judge, Parker, who suffers bim to have bit way; the hearing cut short, almost every ap plication for delay refused, forged and mutilated documents produced, tbo witnesses for the defense kidnapped, every obstacle thrown in the way of tbt prisoner' counsel, two oannon loaded with caaister atatiooej in the Court, order given to the jailor to shoot the prisoner if they sought to es cape, forty minute of deliberation; and three sen- Mo ce to death. I declare oo my honor that all this took place, not in Turkey, but in America Such things cannot be done with impunity in tht face of the civilized world. The universal con eeienoe of humanity is an ever-watchful eye. Let tht judge of Charlestown, and Huntrr, and Par ker, and the slaveholding jurors, and tho whole population of Virginia, ponder on it well; they are watched I Ihey are not alone in the world. -At tbit moment America attract the eye of the whole of Europe.

John Brown, condemned to die, was to have bn banged on the 2d of Decembor thi very day. But news has just reached us. A respite has been granted to him. It ia not until the ICth that be ie to die. Tba interval ia a brief one.

Before it baa ended will a cry for mercy have had time to make ittalf effectually beard I. Ma matter I It it our duty to apeak out. .1 Perhaps a aecond reiritt may be granted. America ia a noble cation. The impulse of hu manity aprings quickly into life among a free peo We may yet hope that Brown will be saved it were otherwise, if Brown aboold die on tht toaffold on tbt 16th of December, what a ter tibia ealamity 1 The eiecutioner of Brown, let us avow it open ly (for tbt day of tbt Kings it paet, and the day at the peoples dawna and to the proplo wt are bound frankly to speak the troth) the executioner of Browo wuld be neither the attorney Hunter, nor the judge Parker, nor tho Governor Wise, nor tht State of Virginia; it would be, though we an scarce think or epeak of it without a shudder, tht whole American Republic.

1 Tba more one lovee, the more one admires, the aaore one venerate that Republic, the more heart-ick one feel at tht contemplation of such a catastrophe. A single Slate ought not to have the power to dishonor all the rest, and ia this case there ie an obvious justification for a Federal intervention. Otherwise, by hesitating to interfere when it might prevent a crime, the Union becomes partiuipator in its guilt. No matter bow intense may the indignation of the generous North-- ern States, the Southern States force them to share the opprobrium of this mur- oer. Ait or us, no matter who we may be, who art bound together as compatriots by the common tie of a democratic creed, ourselves in tome measure compromised.

If the scaffold ahold be erected on the 16ib of December, the incorruptible voice of history would thenceforward tes tify that the august Confederation rf the New World bad added to all itt ties of holy brother hood a brotherhood of blood, and the fascei of that splendid Republic would be bound together with tbt running noost that bung from tbt gibbet of Brown. It It a bond that can. only kill. Wbon we reflect on what Brown the liberator, (ht champion of Christ, has striven to effect, and when wt remember that be is about to die, slaughtered-by the American Republic, tbt ciimt as sume an importance coextensive with that of the nation which would commit it and when wt say to ourselves that this nation is one of the glories of tbt human raee; tbat, like France, like England, likt Germany, she it ont of tht great agents of civilisation tbat sbe sometimes even leaves Eu rope in the rear by the sublime audacity of some of ber progressive movements; that she is the Queen of an entire world, and that her brow is irradiated with a glorious halo of freedom, wt declare our eonviction tbat John Brown will net die, for we reooil horror-struck from the idea of to great acrimt committed by so great a people. Viewed in a political light, the murder of Brown would bt an irreparable fault.

It would penetrate thUuion with a gaping fissure which would lead im A tnd to its entire disruption. Il ie possible that in exeontion of Brown might establish Slav-- fJ basis in Virginia, but it is certain ibat it would shake to its centre the entirt fabric a Aaericao. demoaiacy. You prtttrvt your in faaoy, but you sacriflos your glory. in moral light, it seems to nit that gtortiaa el tb eclightenmeot of humanity would t.

eclipsed, that even tbt Idtte of juitust and in-juitiot would obseured on tb day whiab should witassithe ast4aioatiuo Kmtuoipatioa by Lib arty, yit esytelf, ibough fats but a mere atom, ptl jiaiogj at I am la -common witb all other men, iu)pod with tbt ouioituse of humanity, I fall VJy VM MM before tbt great spangled tonne uf lb ttoiiJ, nod 1th eloped hand, and with profound and filial respect, I Im pure tht ItluatrioM American Republic, to se to tht safety at tht universal moral law, to tart John Browo, to demolish tht threatening ecaffold of the 10th of Decembor, and hot to tuffer that, beneath it eyes, and I add, with a ihudder, almost by Ita fault, a crime ihould bt perpetrated turpaatlng the flrat fratrloide in iniquity. For yet, lot America know It and ponder on it well there 1 aomeihing more terrible than Cain slaying Abel I It it Washington tlaying Sparta' out. VICTOR HUGO. HAUTEVILLE HOUSE, Dec. 2, 1859.

LETTER FROM JOHN BROWN. From the Wooster Republican. By permission of tht Rev. J. W.

McFarland, of Wooster, to whom itwaa addreeaed, weoopy, from the original, the following letter written by John Brown, in anewer to one received by bim from Mr. McFarland. The letter, like all the othtre written by Brown eince bit impiiaonment, epeakt tht tplr it of a true hero and martyr. JAIL, CHARLESTOWN, Nov. 23, 1859.

Rsr. McFarlakd Dear Friend: Although you write to me at a stranger, tht tpirit you show to ward me and tht cause for which I am in bonds, makes me feel toward vou a a dear friend. would be glad to bare you or any of my liberty- loving ministerial frieode here, to talk and pray with me. 1 am not a ttranger to tht way of sal vation by Cbritt. From my youth, I bavt studied much on this subject, and at one time hoped to be a minieter myself, but God had another work for me to do.

To me it it given in behalf of Christ, not only to believe on bim, but also to suffer for bis take. But while I trust that I have some ex periinental and saving knowledge of religion, it would be a great pleasure for me to have eome one better qualified than myself, to lead my mind in prayer and meditation, now that my time is so near a cloeo. You may wonder are there no ministers of the gospel hercT I answer no. Tbeie are no ministers of Chriit here. These ministers who profess to be Christian, and hold slaves, or advocate Slavery I cannot abide them.

My knees will not bend in prayer with them while their bands ars stained the of souls. The subject you mention as having been preaching on, the iluy before you wrote to me, is one which I have often thought of since my imprisonment. 1 think I feel as happy as Paul did when be lay in prison. He knew if they killed him it would greatly advance tho cause of Christ; that was the reason he rejoiced eo. On that same ground, do rnjoic9, and will rejoice." Let tbem hang me, I forgive them, and may God forgive them, for they know not what they do.

I have no regret for the transaction for which I am condemned. I went against the laws of men, it is true, bub "whether it be right to obey God or men, judge ye." CbtisttolJ roe to remember them that are in bonds, as bound with them, to do toward them as 1 would wisb tbem to do toward me in similar circumstances. Mj conscience bid me at that. 1 tried to do it but failed. Therefore I have no re grot on that score.

I have no sorrow, either, ae to the reeult, only for my poor wife and children. Tbey have suffered much, and it ie hard to leave them ancared for. But God will be a husband to the widow and a Father to Ike fatherless. I have frequently been in Wooster, and if any of my old friends from about Akron are there, you can allow them this letter, I have but a few more days, and 1 feel anxious to be away, "wbee the wicked cease frjm troubling and the weary are at rest." Farewell. Your friend, and the friend of all friendt of Liberty, JOHN BROWN.

From the Anti-Slavery Standard. RIGHT AND WRONG IN PHILADELPHIA. We are disappointed In not receiving a letter from our Philadelphia Correspondent for tbt pret eot issue, the fatigue induced by the extraordinary labors and excitements of the last few weoks hav iog com polled him to poatpont what he Intended to write of the interesting scenes and events of last week in that city. Having ourselves been an eye-witness of some of tbe occurrences alluded to, we will use the small space at our command, just before going to press, for a statement whioh, while it will in eome degree satisfy the eager ouriosity of our readers, will not detraot from the interest of the more complete account which we hope our Correspondent will next week furnish. THE ANTI-SLAVERY FAIR.

a The Twenty-fourth Annual Fair of the Philadel phia Female Anti-Slavery Society wee opened in Concert Hall, in Chestnut street, on Monday evening, Dec. 12th. The display of goods was very fine, and tbe sales up to Wednesday night quite satisfactory. Tbe pro-slavery party, excited by recent events, were greatly annoyed by the ev ideoce which this Fair, quietly proceeding before their eyes.affordod that the recent ''Union Saving" demonstration bad fulled to put down, or even in timidate, tbe Abolitionists. Tbe Sag of tbe Fair, suspended across tbe most favorable etreet of the city, with its picture of tho Old Liberty Bell of the Revolution, bearing the incendiary inscription, Proclaim Liberty throughout all tbe land, unto all tbt inhabitants thereof," excited their deep indignation.

A city or inance, forbidding the suspension of any flg acrose a stieet, though vio lated every day by other citisens with impunity was bunted up and enforced againat the lady man sgers of tbs Fair. Tbt friendt of tbe Union were alto greatly annoyed at beholding the most fash ionabla ball in the oity in possession of those whom they had eo lately denouooed in publio meeting as fanatics and traitors. Tbe "Honor of PhiladeL phia" must bs vindicated by their extrusion. An effort was first made, ws understand, by tbe True tees, to dispouee tbe lessee by a summary pro cess for arrears of rent; but this was found to be impracticable. Tbe lease wat then examined and found to contain a clause permitting the Trustees to take summary possession uf the ball in case it should be let fur any purpose calculated to endan ger its safety.

This was just the pretext that was needed. A writ of ejectment was served by the Sheriff about noon on Thursday, and tbt ladiee, though there bad not been tbe slightest symptom of disturbance, were compelled to remove tbeir goods. Tb Fair was opened tbe next day.bowev tr. in tbe Assembly Building, and continued till Saturday evening. Whether the ealet wart in oreaeed or diminished by tht removal we are on able to tay.

Wa only know that tbt Fair, in spite of Ibie chivalrous interruption by the Uoion-Bav-ers, was a complete success. Tbt Udy managers "took joyfully" the remeval, if not "tht spoiling of thair goods." FREEDOM OF SPEECH VINDICATED. Tbt aenouneement that George W.Curtit, wou'd tpeak at National Hall, on Tburaday evening, upon "Tbt Prttent Aaptcl of tbe Slavery Question, stirred the wrath of tbe pro-slsvery parly its lowest depths. Tbey deolsred that aouJJ not sod would Dot stand it. Aj combination wat formed and money contributed by wealthy werobanla to break op tht meeting.

An effort wat made by leading and Influential tit-itens to ovsrawe the Mayor, but be at once de clared that, although be bad not the least symys- tby with the views which Mr. Curtie was reputed to bold, and thought hie friends wars hardly excu sable Tor endeavoring to procure a hearing for him In the then excitable state of the publio mind, he would protect the meeting, if necessary, by all tbs power which the the law placed in his hands. And he fulfilled ble promise. We have not room to enter Into partieulare. Sufiioe it to say that it was a splendid vindication of the right of Frss Speech against a lawlsss mob.

An exoit ed throng, gathered in front of the hall in consequence of a mobooratio appeal in some of the papers, and animated by a fixed determination to break up the meeting, was kept at bay by Ibe police, while those Inside who tried to make a disturbance were promptly arretted and removed. The au dience, numbering hardly lese than 2,000 people, bebaved with admirable coolness. The contrast between thie ecene and that wbiob ocourred in the same eily in tbe Mayor quietly allowed a mob to drive the friende of freedom from the place where they were asssmbled, and to born a beautiful and costly publio ball, was very grati fying. From the True American. PLUCK.

Whon Richard Cobden was in Ibis eosmtry a year ago, bt looked upon Amerioan politict and said ''Your Republican party lacks pluck." such was tht tattled onviotlon of a great mind, looking from a disinterested stand-point. Aasura ing tbat the leaders and office- holding politioians uf tbt Republican party art fair indices and rep reaentativee of the party itself, aad tbat Cubden spoke in tbe light of that assumption, then truer fact was never stated. Other testimonv aside, its truth is abundantly proven by the craven, cowering oonduol of the Republican members of the present Congress we mean of such members as have taken part in tht debate that have tbue far engaged tht attention of the eessiont. Wt takt it tbat poorness of spirit is excellent, and tbat for bearance is a goodly virtue. But courage and manliness are enjoined upon us, as well.

If for. bearanoe is beautiful, pluck ie noble. But our Republican representatives teem utterly to lack the latter quality. They cower bef re tbe bluster of southern spit fires, and make baste to disolaim any intention of oommitting the treason" of thinking for themselves. In the grim presenoe of this great or' me of cbattle slavery, they are aoting only on the defensive.

They allow thair opponents to assume that love of liberty ie a orime, and then! submit to bo arraigned and tried for that crime, before tbe country. To this indiotment they plead 'not and beg of the South not to belie tiat tbey ate half as good christians as they wculd appear. They gulp down their principles when approached by tbe lords of the laab, and ap-ologixe for having been caught in decent company. Tbey deny standing on their own platform, and apologize for seeming to believe in Ibe Declaration of Independence. No sooner does the hammer fall, than some pirate of tbe south who lives, by whipping women and plundering cradles, rises and indicts tbs Republican membere fur having sdbsoribed to a book a book simply sbowiug, after tbe manner of a U.

S. Census report, tbat slavery ie ruinous to tbe stste tbat tolerates It 1 The Republicans instantly betake lo blushing, 'apologising, and like verj culprits, begging pardon for doing an aet in which Ihey should havs gloried an aotin which, if tbey had not already, Ihey should make baste to commit And so, between fire-eating at tbe South and dirt-eating at the North, tbe seesioj is passing I We are pained at this paltering eycopbancy. We think our Northern membere might at least delay to mouth over tbe roaster's Catechism till tbe school is organised We balieve they might safely accept tbe advice of a cutemporary, and wben asked ''Who made you Whom do yoa belong to Have you road Helper' book I'o you know Jjbn Brown" tbey may at least delay reply until the chair filled. We think tbey might go even further, and say, "None of your business," or even "Yes, sir-ee; we read Helper's book, and know John Brown, and like 'em both very muoh." And when the big blook heads threaten to break up tbe school and go bome, tell 'em, "Git along." Good riddance." This would be better and brave in Northern boys than to say, "We haven't read Helper's book," (a most disgraceful confes sion for a big boy who can spell lib-er-ty and sla-ve-ry,) or to say "We don't know John Brown we guess be is a naughty and crazy man," (very shammy equivocations, even for little boys wh can spell e-r-o.) We want our Northern and Western pupils, to "hold up their heads" a little higher. Their mothers begin to expeot it of tbem.

Even if tbey should be a little saucy to the big blusterere, they ceedn I fear a scolding whsn tbey get home, but porhaps praises, and possibly some met cookiet. MISS FOUKE ON THE SHOOTING OF THOMPSON. Ths St. Louis Republican bas received and pub lished tbe following letter from Miss Fouks of Harper's Ferry, a lady whose name has been idely published in connection with the killing of tbe insurgent Thompson HARPER'S FERRY, Nov. 27, 1859.

Mr. Editor I anticipate your surprise wbtn your tyt thall rest on tba tignaturt attached to tbit tbeet; but tbat turprite will vanish wbtn you learn the why and wherefore I have taken the lib erty of wilting yon a few linet. I bavt learned from the Daily Mistoori Republican, that vou were under the impression that I saved tbe life of Thompson, the insurgent, wben bs was taken captive. He was brought into ths public parlor of ths hotel, sometime before I knew be and Stephens bad been captured. When I first saw Thompson, be was seated in an arro-ohair, with bis hsnds tied behind bis back, guarded by some of tbe cit isens.

Very soon after, Mr. Beckham, one of our most esteemed citisens, wae ahot down unarmed as bs was. I went into the parlor, and heard one of Ibe guard ask Tborapeon if be were a married man his answer was that be bad been married six months only. I walksd up to where the prisoner sat, and said to hlu 'Mr. Thompson, yoa bad much better have staid at bomt, and taktn cart of your wift, and purtutd soms honest calling, instead of com ing here to murder our cititent and ateal our property that their fiial act was to kill a frtt colored man, because be wonld not join tbem la tbeir wicked He said I spoke truly; but taai ttjey bad beeo basely deceived.

Whilst I was talking to Thompson, several of the frjendtof Mr. Beckham, who werejustly tu raged at hit eold bltodtd murder, oama In, with tbe avowed determination to kilt Thompson on the spot. At Ihey appeared with leveled rifles, I stood before and proteoted him, for three powerful reasons first, my sister-in-law was lying in tbe adjoining room very ill, under tbeinfluenoe of a nervous chill, from sheer fright, and if they had carried out their design, il would have proved fa tal to her without doubt. In the seoond plsoe, I considered it a great outrage to kill the man in the bouse, however much be deserved to die. am emphatically a law and order woman, and wanted the relf-oondemned man to live, that be might be diepoeed of by tbe law.

I simply shield ed the terrible frightened man, without touching him, until Col. Moor (I think it was) came in and assured me, on bit honor, tbat be ihould not be hot in tbe house. That wa all I desired. Tbe result everybody knows. Respectfully yours C.

C. FOUKE, A HEROINE UNCROWNING HERSELF. Tht cowardly barbarism of Virginia character, tt developed by tht Harper's Ferry tragedy, waa for a moment relieved by what appeared to be a deed of generooe heroism on the part of a woman All honorable men, and all kind and generous boarted women, have felt a brill of admiration on reading tht account of tbe effort of Miss Fouke to sava young Thompson from the fury of his bru tal murdorers. It was a small oasis in the frightful desert of Virginia ferocity. But it was a deceptive and unreal oasis, and Miss Fouke hastened to dieeipato tbe illusion and lo place herself along side of tbe oommon herd of Virginia sav agee.

She writes a letter to tbe Virginia Republican; to say that her greatest reason for shielding Thompson was, not that she wanted to save his life, but that ehe wanted to eave the nervee of ber frightened eister, by preventing the shooting of Thompson in the house; and that when sbe was assured that he would not be killed in the bouse, 'this was all sbe and sbe gave bim up to the mob. Woll, let Miss Fouke go. Sbe enjoyed a momentary reputation for wo manly pity and womanly heroism, which ehe neither deserved nor appreciated, and ebe has now sunk back to ber place on the dead level of Virginia cruelty. Sbe maket tht whole ecene at Harper's Ferry complete again in Ibe gloomy symmetry of its barbarity, without a single instance of magnanimity or generosity to relieve its savago-ness. By wriiing such a letter, Miss Fouke has oast from her a bright orown of womanly glory, and bae blochel over that pae in history, which would have been illustrated by what appeared to be a deed of heroio pity on ber part, honorable to ber sex, and to the heart of womanhood.

Let ber go. Frederick Douglas' Paper. The rumor of an epidemio in the Ohio Peniten tiary, to which currency wae given In the Journal of Thursday, was slightly erroneous. There was a slight disorder from corn bread, but not a prison' er wae in tbe hospital. State Journal.

A HEROINE UNCROWNING HERSELF. For the Anti-Slavery Bugle. ROCHESTER, N. Dec. 25, 1859.

To tbe Editor: Tbe "Inexpressible Conflict' goes on. Helper ie juet tbe Help we needed, a Helper indeedl Indeed every thing helps us. The wrath of man, or Ibe praiae of man, it ie all 3om- bustible, and feede tbe flame of truth. Congress is yet without a Speaker; and yet it never spoke better than now. These dead locks witb Slavery, well persisted in, are at least some assnranoe, tbat we are not wholly told, (or given away rather,) to the Devil.

Here in the East, our political Mummydom hat just been galvanizing itself up into another Union- Saving Agonistic. It is refreshing to see that the South are coming to regard these ghostly performances as they really are; the worthless work of worthless, superanuated, dried up devotees of tbe Almighty dollar, or ot that class of politicians who have been on every side of every politiosl question, and would sell tbeir sooty souls for sixpence to any. broker in suob stocks as would buy tbem, and cheat bim meet ruinously at that. And then tbe bawlers are not balf so numerons as tbey seem. Tbe eigners to the Calls, are made up in a way not unlike those bogus Check Lists in Kansas, in the Border Ruffian Reign.

If the South oan stand these Northern Union-Savers, she need no longer fear Seward and all bis The Highest high priests of this worship, were almost every one of tbem kneeling at the altars of far other gods, not long ago; from Cusbing waked out of his snoring, to write a letter in bie shirt-flap and night-oap in favor of tbe most radical Anti-Slavery of that day, (or night,) to Cochrane of this state, screaming themselves as hoarse as Con' sumption, for Free-Soil and Charles Francis Ad' ams. Whv does not the South think a momentl Wby not reflect that eo soon as the circumstances will warrant, (and the time may be near,) these creaturee will all be on their bellies creeping baok again, like elimy reptiles out of a mirey jungle, more plentiful pottage or pot-luck, no soit of matter where found, or at what price (in their curren cy,) or penance sold. And thus the South will ever be tofftring loss. Union-Savers cannot save slavery. Poor devils, tbsy cannot save themselves! Slavery is of bell, and le ever sinking; earryiug down all who cling to it, or seek to save it.

No Sisyphus ever sought te roll suoh a stone up the Mount of tbe Ages. Everything is above and before it, to blook its way. Tbe whole bulk and weight of the Eternal God, all heaven, all holiness, all history, all humanity, all tbe Universe, except bell and the little (or muoh,) thereunto belonging. So 1st the battle rsge. It will not be long.

Psrbaps the children are already born who will change their names ert thty die, to ttcapt the reproach of being tuppottd tht descendants of tht bett Patriots, Priests or Union-Savers of these degenerate times. Wbsn Slavery shall have been no longer History in this oountry, tban it is now in Great Britain, wben its bloody whips, manacles, thumbscrews and branding irons thall bt btre, (at now there,) trcatured in tbe Cabinett of antiquarians, at horrible relice of a horrible tyatem of orime and oruelty, wben Slave-breeding shall have be come too loathsome to name without a blush, and slave-trading without shudder, when the whole bottomless pit of its abominations tball have bten grown over fortvtr, like tbe laktt and teat of oldtr geological periods, then where will be nam and fame of thots who now desperately etake all of life and tool and talvation in itt sup port, io mat time, let ut commend tbem to turn a thought. For who needt fear to propbeey, tbat "tbit generation eball not pan away, before these things sljtll be fulfilled?" PARKER PILLSBURY. From Salem Republican. EDWIN COPPOCK.

NEW GARDEN, Dec, 17th, 1859. Friend Rckinbrod: It it my privilege to record one of the most tragical event occurring in our settlement, yesterday, that our cititens have over been called upon to witness that, of attending the obsequies of our much lamented friend, Edwin Coppock. The funeral services took plaoe at the house of Joshua Coppock, (an uncle of the deceased,) six miles south of Salem. Words are inadequate to convey an idea of the deep feeling, and the tender sympathy felt for this victim of Virginia cruelty. Throngs of people gathered, at an early hour, to pay the last sad tribute to one, who, but a few hours previous, was in the enjoyment of sound health and a vigorous constitution.

His appearance was that of a healthful, energetic young man, who was taking his usual nightly slumber. Alasl that it should be the slumber that knows no earthly waking, for a foul deed has been enacted. Yes, Virginia a sister Republic has done tbat deed, and Ohio stands aghast I A freeman, loving liberty with all the enthusiasm of youth, what wonder that he should be impelled to assist those who were deprivod of their natural, God-given rights, to obtain their freedom. The humble Naxareue taught the doctrine, "Remember them in boids as bound with them." "Undo the heavy burdens, and let the oppressed go free." Edward Coppock endeavored to practice it. For doing this, lie lies ia his snow-covered grave, to-night.

No stain of blood-guiltiness was upon him, for no one fell by his hands. The poor and the lowly, he endeavored to elevate, and sacrificed his life for their earthly redemption. The appearance, yesterday, was that each arrival brought new mourners. A large family assembled to weep over a murdered brother, whose actions were worthy a better recomponse than a southern gibbet and a halter the traces of which he bore upon his manly person deep-furrowed in the flesh. Would that every northern man could have gazed upon this feature of Virginia barbarism, and then, and there, have registered his vows that every moral means should be used to overthrow the hydra-headed monster, Slavery, whose offering lay before him.

Would that every mother could have imagined that son ner own; could nave lain her linger in the wound tbat caused the death-struggle uf that unfortunate one then would she have realised that Southern cords are not befitting Northern Freemen. The immense crowd tbat gathered yesterday, is a fitting sign of the times. Human nature cannot resist the spontaneous gush of sympathy, which is electrical. 'For mankind is one in spirit. And sn instinct bears along, Rrund the earth's electric circle, The awift Bash of right or wrong.

Whether aonscious or unconscious, Yet, humanity' vast frame Through it ocean-sundered fibers, Feels the gush of joy or shame; In ibe gain or loss or one race. All ihe rest have equal claim," The Priert and Levitc were doubtless there who would have been willing to have passed by on the other side, but many, very many good Samaritans were there, also, "Who, when they saw him, had compassion on him." After a numerous throng had gazed on him for the last time, a solemn silence was observed, and by permission the subjoined lines were read by a person who had hurriedly traced them, after looking on his calm face in tbe morning. His remains wnre respectfully deposited in Friend's burying ground, New Garden, Columbiana county, Ohio. To our citisens, this has been a solemn occasion. May the impression made that day for good, be as lasting as the scene was solemn, and the moral resistance to tyranny, be equal to the down of REMARNS OVER THE BODY.

Fkiknds A brother lies before us, murdered by brothers' hands Every heart present should well up in deepest sympathy for the youth, who, apparently, is taking a calm slumber here, to recuperate a system which looks full of health and vigor. How can we realize tbat this is Death No sickness has wasted his natural form, nor has an unforeseen accident lain him low. With the stamina of life about him to have lengthened his time to four-score years and ten, the cord of life is rent asunder at twenty-four years. The violent hands of man have been lain upon him, and he lies here as their victim. No offence equal to the punishment is chargeable upon him.

His own words are, "I am thankful tbat no one fell by my hands He, as one of old, fell among thieves, and though the good Samaritans were there to bind up his bleediug, mental wounds, his physical lifo was sacrificed, and he was murdered for a prinoiple, and that principle was Freedom! On that broad and expanded brow, may be traced the lineaments of Liberty. Slavery has snatched, as it were, a bird-ling from our own dove-cot, a brother from our own fireside what oan she more The peoplo of Virginia have manifested a great degree of hospitality towards the friends of the departed, who were with him but what can they give equivalent to that whioh they have taken away 1 Can that mother, whose sight is almost obliterated, feel that she oan be thus recompensed for so sad a bereavement? Every mother's heart that looks on the lifeless form before us, will feel that Virginia bas not only done her, but themselves, also, a grievous wrong. Would that I could this day summon Governor Wise, and the Legislative body of Virginia hero, to let tbem gaze on the victim of their barbarous vengeance, and from thence, direct it to the aged grandmother, over whose head the snows of four-soore winters have passed, bowed with grief, that one so full of life, and so young in years, must cross the valley of the shadow of Death before bis time. I would have them gaze on the saddened faces, the falling tears of other relatives and friends, and if they were not affected by this, need we wonder at the infamous deed they have committed. Not one smiling face is here to-day.

Sadness overhangs us like a pall But this is only for the physical mortality has put on immortality, and to him the physical is lain aside. He died, as died other martyrs before him, and the good and the true, among the present and coming generations, will feel that for him there is a Crown of Glory, where dungeon walls will not loom over him where manaoles cannot gall his limbs, and where that awful feature of barbarism, The Gibbet, will not appal his soul. With the beatified throng of Angels, we leave thee, Oh our Brother 1 Thy physical form we oonsign to iuoiner uarm icy toul to thy Father, God, wno gave it. EDWIN COPPOCK'S LAST LETTER. all That the public may know mora of Edwin Ooppook'i charaotar.

than they could, proba, bly, learn in any other way, I would rcoora. mend, for their careful perusal, tht follow, ing Utters written by him, to his un6le, Joshua Coppock, and to bit much recpecM friend, Thomas WiBnk who was sent as an agent, from Iowa, by Edwin's numerous friends to endeavor to proeuro a commutation of his sentence, if possible; nnd if not. possible, to take charge of his remains. Tho first one, as will be seen by the letter, was written a few days before his execution, and the doy before his uncle arrived at Charlestown to sea him. "Tho thoughts that live, and words that burn," in it, are worthy the mind that indited, and the hand that inscribed them His freedom-loving soul was too expansive for the prison walls of Virginia to bound, and he broaks forth in utterances, seemingly prophetic, that the olijfct of his mission to Virginia will yet be won.

Tho letter to Thonins Winn was written after a personal farewell with him, and ia. thought to be the Inst lines he wrote. It is full of gratitude and love towards the man who had shown a father's kindness to him. Read them, and reflect that Virginia has no nobler boon for the author of those than a prison and a gibbet. Read, also, his lotterto Mary Brown, published in the New York Tribune, of the 17th instant, in which he says, speaking of her son, Watson "After we were taken prisoners, he (Watson) was placed in the guard-house with mo.

Ha complained of the hardncps of tho bench on which he was lying. I begged hard for a bed for him, or even a blanket; but could; obtain none for him I took off my coat and placed it under him, and held his head in my lap, in which position he died without a groan or struggle." Virginia hotpitality is not equal to the gift of a blanket to soften the bed of a dying- man, and make easy his pathway to the tomb but this noble son of freedom, whom the authorities have slain, made of his own clothing a bed, and pillowed the head of the dying sufferer upon bis knee "Inasmuch as ye have done it unto the-lews of these, my brethren, ye have done it unto me." The numbers assembled, on the day of the burial, to witness the sad spectacle, were variously estimated at from two to three thousand, whioh number would doubtless have been doubled, had intelligence of the fact been more widely diffused. But owing to the shortness of time, between tho arrival and burial, it was difficult to accomplish this ob- ject. To those who W3re present, I hesitate): not to say, that tbey will never forget the ttcitm oj Virginia terocxty I "Glory to tboee whs die in freedom's cause, Courts, Judges can inflict no brand of shame, Or shape of Death, to shroud them from No, msnglers of the martyr's earthly frame. hangman fingers cannot touch his fame 1 8 till in our guilty land, there shall be some True heasts, the ahrine of freedom' vestal flame; Long traina of ill may pan unheeded dumb But vengeance ia behind and juaiice ia to come." Thine for Universal Freedom, R.

W. W. LETTER FROM EDWIN COPPOCK TO HIS UNCLE JOSHUA COPPOCK. CHARLESTON, Dec. 13th, 1859.

My Dear Uncle I seat myself by the stand to write for the last time, to thee and' thy family. Though far from home, and' overtaken by misfortune, I have not forgot'5 ten you. Your generous hospitality towards me during my short stay with you last Spring is stamped iu deli bly upon my heart; and al- io tho generosity bestowed upon my poor Brother, at the same time, who now wanders an outcast from his native land. But thank God he is free, and I am thankful it is I who- have to suffer instead of him. The time may come, when he will remember me And the time may come when he will still further remember the cause in which 1 die.

Thank God the principles of the cause in which wo were engaged will not die with me and my brave comrade. They will spread wider and wider, and gather strength with each hour that passes. i The voice of truth will echo through our laud, bringing conviction to tho erring, and adding numbers to that glorious Army who will enlist under its banner. The' cause of everlasting truth and justice will go on "con- quering and to conquer," until our broad" and beautiful land liall rest beneath the ban- ner of freedom. I had hoped to live to see the dawn of that glorious day.

I had hoped to live to seo the- principles of the Declara- i tion ot our independence fully realized. I had hoped to see- tho dark stain of Slavery. Dioitea irom our land, and tho libel of our boasted freedom erased when, wo can say in truth that our beloved country is "the Land of the free, and th homo of the braye." But this cannot be. I have heard' my senr tenee passed, my doom is sealed. But two.

brief days between me and eternity. Akthev' expiration of those two days, I shall stand) upon the scaffold to take my last look at earthly scenes. But that scaffold has but little dread for me; for I honestly believe I am innocent of any crime justifying such, punishment. a But by tbe taking of my life, and the lives of my comrades, Virginia is but hasten-. ing on that glorious day, when the slave wilt rejoice in his freedom when he can say that 1 too am a man, and am groaning no more under the yoke of oppression.

But I must now close. Accept this short scrawl as a re- membrance of me. Remember ma to my relatives and friends. And now Farewell, From EDWIN COPPOCK. P.

S. I will say, for I know it will be a satisfaction to all of you, that we are all kindly treated, and I hope the North will not fail to give Shoriff Campbell and Captain Avis due acknowledgment for their kind and noble actions. LETTER FROM EDWIN COPPOCK TO THOMAS WINN. My Dear Friend Tuomas Winn For thy love and sympathy, and for thy unwearied, exertion in my behalf, accept my warmest thanks. I have no words to tell the gratU tude and love I have for thee.

And may. God bless thee and thy family, for the love and kindness thee has always'shown towards my family and me. And when life with thee is over, may we meet on that shore where there is no parting, is the farewell prayer of truo EDWIN COPPOCK. EDWIN COPPOCK. For the Anti-Slavery Bugle.

PITTSBURG, Dec. 21, 1859. Bao. Jones. I peroeivs by an artiola in a latt) nnmtu, nf th At.

w. iua, wruor suiDs I rom New Lisbon, Ohio, quotet a ttatenimt of the Dis patch, or this place, to the effeot that tbt clergy here said no attention to tha nt Browo oo the day it took plaoe. Tbe Dispatch it generally well posted ou local matters beta, but In that instance wat mistaken. Rev. J.

Gregory, of tht Wealeyan Methodist Church, on tht Sunday previous, announced tbat a meeting would ht bald on tht 2d which aeoordingly took place, where appropriate rtligiout exercises wtrt encat td In. And on tbt followios Sundav avaninsr Mr. G. preached an eloquent and imprettiv jri mou, taking Jubn Brown for bit ttxt. A full od..