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 ON TUK DKATII or 
 
 i NATHANIEL PEABODY ROGERS. 
 
 BY GEORGE S. BURLEIGH. 
 
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 rcnUSHED AT THK CHARTKU OA.K OmCK. 
 
 1840. 
 
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 ELEGIAC POEM 
 
 Oyf THE DEATH OF 
 
 NATHANIEL PEABODY ROGERS. 
 
 BY GEORGE S. BURLEIGH. 
 
 HAETFOED. 
 
 PUBLISHED AT THE CHARTKU OAK OFFICE. 
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 Entered according to act of Congress, in the year 1846, by 
 
 GEORGE S. BURLEIGH, 
 
 iu the Clerk's Office of the District Court of Connecticut. 
 
 
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 O THOU, our dearest Brotber, 
 
 Loved as we loved no other, 
 Best of the Good, and truest of the True — 
 Crowned by the wreathed love of a chosen few, 
 Could death strike thee and spare a thousand hearts 
 Less dear and high? Ah me ! the hot tear starts 
 
 From the deep founts of agony 
 Wrung sternly out 
 By tyrannous Wo, who puts to utter rout 
 The smiles of love and soul-born admiration, — 
 
 Now all swept down in the full tide of grief. 
 As the swoll'n torrent sweeps the autumnal leaf; 
 
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 And only desolation 
 Mocks the once joyful world of love and life 
 Within us, now that thou art gone. 
 Ah wo ! for the dark dawn 
 Of this our doom's-day, turbulent with the strife 
 Of bandit Sorrows, that drive home the knife 
 Of massacre to the bosom of our joys, 
 That like blithe Boys 
 And red-lipp'd Girls laughed round thee, 
 Delighted when they found thee — 
 Tracking thy meteor genius by its bright 
 Corruscant fires, with a most pure delight. 
 
 O Brother, can it be 
 That thy great Heart, all tremulous and warm 
 With its quick throbbings of Humanity, 
 
 Is hushed In that pale form ! 
 
 And shall we never see 
 
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 The mild light of thy generous-beaming eye, 
 That flashed rebuke on holiest Tyranny, 
 And life on us ? — never more feel the touch 
 Of that brave hand whose cunning skill could make 
 Old Wrong grow pale, and her dread temples quake, — 
 And from whose fingers only death could clutch 
 The magic weapon of thy glorious strength — 
 Thy Pen, more mighty than the bloody length 
 Of lance, or weight of keenest battle-steel ? 
 
 Shall we no longer feel 
 The burning tide of thy free Thought, that came 
 Like inspiration from thy tongue of flame ? 
 
 O, how could death in niglit eternal furl 
 The ever sweet smiles that were wont to curl 
 That beautiful lip, and light that soul-full eye ? 
 We did not think thou would'st be left to die,— 
 Our fond hearts trusted that thy Brother-soul 
 
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 Would have made captive to its sweet control, 
 
 Even the Tomb-King, as it captived ours ; 
 
 Or made him quail before its fire-armed powers, 
 
 I As the old monster Wrong has quailed amid her 
 
 I towers. 
 
 : We saw thy Soul rise kindling as a star 
 Over the midnight of our world's decay, 
 Alone, though marsh-fires flashed along its way, 
 Which to the eye, that marked them from afar. 
 Seemed Brother-orbs, uprisen to constellate 
 The heavens of Truth, bright heralds of the day: 
 But only thou didst keep thy Kingly state, 
 In the high star-path, while thy seeming Peers 
 Who took bright glory from thy beams for years, 
 To their own narrow orbits sunk agen, 
 Ked, poisoning vapors in the Bigot's fen. 
 
 Thy Soul was brilliant with a thousand beams ; 
 
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 Wit, Kke the Nortli-lights, quivered in its sky, 
 
 Inimitable ;■ and bright Poesy, 
 
 Fteed from her fetters, wantoned like wild dreams, 
 Around thy Kingly Thought *, 
 
 Truth bared her bosom to thy spirit's lips, 
 
 And gave thee strength to be her dearest child ; 
 
 Love, all the tenderness of a sister, taught 
 To thy strong nature undefiled ; 
 High Justice armed thee with her iron whips, 
 And made thy soul to be as stern as mild ; 
 Truth-armored Satire, from thy genius, wrought 
 Arrows of lightning, and heaven-tempered blades, 
 
 \ To cleave the Evil in its ambuscades — 
 Law's cunning labyrinths, or the Temple's veil,— 
 Piercing grey Custom's rust-enammellcd mail. 
 We saw thee iling thy banner to the skies, 
 And storm Oppression in his Sanctuary, 
 Where the grim Horror, dragon-toothed, did bury 
 His scaly folds in sacerdotal robes, 
 
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 And in feigned worship roll the burning globes 
 
 Of Lis devouring eyes 
 On all free hearts, to mark them for his prey, 
 While his jaws champed in human blood and clay ; 
 We saw the writ,hing of his serpent train, 
 As blood and fire leapt from his battered scales, 
 And thy brave hand let fly its blows again, 
 Like the quick bounding of a hundred flails 
 On the white sheaves of Autumn. Thus thy Soul 
 Of truth and valor, marshalled ours to war 
 Beside thee, battling for the holy law 
 Of Brotherhood, and Love's supreme control. 
 
 We shrunk not back, nor di Ist thou weary then ; 
 Nor cold distrust of heart-congealed men. 
 Nor the Oppressor's maskless hate, could make 
 Thy courage faint, or blunt thy beamy Pen. 
 Thy path was upward, "like the eagle's ken; 
 
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 Though the false priest, for very terror's sake, 
 
 Threw venom round thee, like a trampled snake, 
 
 And muttered sorceries from his cloistered den — 
 Butonlyfound how well thou couldst disarm 
 
 His black-writ cabala of its deadly charm. 
 
 He could not harm thee, for thy manly tread 
 Was high above him, trampling down the shafts 
 Of his poor malice with a great undread 
 Of all his sulphuric terrors, even the red 
 Damnation bubbling in eternal draughts, 
 From his god's heart of hatred. Thou didst know 
 That love, the pure love of Humanity 
 Was stronger fur and more divinely high, 
 Than all the monsters of all monstrous creeds — 
 Baal, or Mammon, or the Almighty Foe, 
 Wliose dark law sanctifies the damning deeds 
 Of War and Slavery, and the plundering 
 
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 Of man by his strong brother. In the "wreck 
 
 Of Faiths and old Lies, thou didst ever cling 
 
 With an unwavering fortitude to this 
 
 High truth, ' Where man is there the true God is ;' 
 
 That the One Soul, alive in everything, 
 
 Joyous in all, dellghteth most to deck 
 
 Its viewless Being in the visible form 
 
 Of Man, whose heart with higher love beats warm, 
 
 And thus is holiest, fitting most to be 
 
 The only shrine and fane of Deity. 
 
 While solemn troops, heart-wasted at the sin 
 And wrong and wo, too long man's evil dower, 
 Troubled the blank air with their clamorous din 
 In helpless asking of the unhelping Power 
 Who bids man do or suffer, thou didst see 
 That their vain prayers fell idly back, and man 
 Groaned on beneath his hallowed tyranny. 
 
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 And only deepened his primeval ban ; 
 
 Then was it that thy soul began 
 To toss old fetters from it, and be free ; 
 
 Then did it dare 
 To speak the Gospel of Humanity, 
 And turn to action the weak zcords of prayer. 
 
 Then didst thou lower the lifted eye 
 And look around thee for the Spirit of Love, 
 
 Nor waste thy heart on the blue sky 
 T\'Tiere the crowned Hate sits scowling from above. 
 
 A hundred years shall find thy growing Thought 
 A flaming pillar in the midnight march 
 Of Man to Freedom, lighting the dark arch 
 And desert path through which his way is sought — 
 A hundred years, and yet thy name shall be 
 Life to the flagging pulses of the Free, 
 And Love's unquenchable torch shall light thy 
 memory. 
 
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 Onward before the plodding marcli of tbem 
 Who hailed thee Brother in the opening strife, 
 Thy Soul went flashing like a heaven-lit gem 
 On the high forehead of Earth's Better Life. 
 
 Sowing the seeds of love and truth and right, 
 Thou knewest well what harvest would be thine — 
 Hatred and terror, and the opposing might 
 Of the strong robber, in whose cruel sight 
 Mercy is crime, and blood as sparkling wine ; 
 And against him and his pale Sanctifier, 
 While keenly conscious of the lightest touch, 
 Thy Soul was armed with fortitude divine 
 To bear their shafts, still pressing high and higher 
 Above their scorn, though thy large heart was such 
 It had gladlier chimed with them in one sweet choir 
 Of human Brotherhood. But they were deaf 
 And blind to the deep wrongs of suffering man ; 
 
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 While thy bared nerves were thrilling with his grief, 
 I They could not feel, till thy rcbukings ran 
 jLike lightning through their temples, and the steel 
 I Of their mailed bosoms ; then they roused to hate 
 And fear and tremble, but avroke too late 
 To stay the bolts that made their altars reeh 
 
 Ah Tvo! 
 1 That while thy gallant hand 
 
 Whirl'd fast its flashing brand 
 Against the many-visaged foe — 
 I The cunning Tyrant throned in every land, — 
 A trusted Brother should have dealt the blow 
 ! Whose rankling poison laid our dearest Champion 
 
 low ! 
 \ One from his couch of sloth and pampered ease, 
 (Plucked the soft feather for the winged dart ; 
 iAnd even a Woman dipt in her own heart 
 
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 The shaft for venom in the bloody lees 
 
 Of its cool malice ; He, who till that hour 
 
 Had felt thy pulses in his bosom bound, 
 
 Sped the keen arrow from whose treacherous wound 
 
 Thy open heart poured out its dear life to the ground. 
 
 Ah me ! returning faith shall never purge 
 That murder-stain from Lis immortal glory, 
 All that the love of myriad hearts can urge 
 Shall leave this blot on his divinest story. 
 But for thyself alone, what now avails 
 Thy great forgiveness ? Years of misery. 
 Even in the applause of Freedom's victory, 
 i Could not appease his own dread Arbiter, 
 
 When the roused heart shall shake the bigot scales 
 j From its blind vision, and old loves recur 
 I To sting as they cheered once thy brave co-warrlor. 
 jSTot all the fires that blast remorseful vice 
 
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 Can ever pierce their stolid fronts of iron 
 AYbo, joined "witli liim, in vulgar cowardice 
 Shook their base heels against our dying Lion. 
 
 Yet God forgive them even as thou forgave ; 
 j We will not mar the green rest of thy grave 
 
 With any hate, even for those who slew thee — 
 i They wist not what they did, they never knew thee. 
 
 But we will weep, for thou hast left us lonely, 
 I No heart like thine could cheer us on our way, 
 I Thou the severest, lovliest, the Only, 
 
 Thou foremost star in Freedom's coming day. 
 
 Our gathering band of Brothers, one by one, 
 
 Come and look sadly to thy vacant place, 
 j Where the distaindest outcast of our race, 
 
 Had once a brave, full-hearted Champion. 
 
 And streaming eyes, and lips that only quiver, 
 ! Give their unspeakable Sorrow at the thought 
 
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 That we sliall hear thy voice no more forever, 
 SoundinG; its startling; fire- words to deliver 
 Trampled Humanity — great words that taught 
 Hope to the wronged, and terror to the wronger, 
 \ Making the frailest heart of sufferino- stronger. 
 
 Our grief is deep, and deeper yet for this, 
 That ours is not the deepest ; thy dear flock 
 To whom thy hand was bounty, and thy kiss 
 Love-fraught was gladness, and thy strength a rock, 
 Around one widowed heart defenceless droop 
 Like frosted flowers round their shivered si;em. 
 Their homeless Love-thoughts, in a famished troop, 
 1 Back to their hearts recoil and feed on them. 
 
 Yet gentle weepers, we will share your grief, 
 Nor mock your spirits with a vain relief; 
 
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 Here, as thronged Pities gather 
 Eound the last home of a loved Friend and Father, 
 Our arms of fond remembrances shall press 
 A117a*5, with him, to our hearts, in faithful tenderness. 
 
 There is a power in Music's voice to dull 
 The sting of death, and sorrow's keener pang ; 
 And ye are songsters, sweet as ever sang 
 In woody vallies, where the veiled Bul-bul 
 Makes Night enamored, and the serpent's fang 
 Droop venomless — O wake its potent charm, 
 And your great sorrow of its sting disarm ; 
 Breathe, fair-haired Sister-Band, a song of love 
 
 j And memory — softer than the Nightingale's — 
 Sad as the loiie hymn of the Mourning Dove, 
 
 I That far in secret to the Ioav wind wails ; 
 
 I Sing, if the full heart can be pour'd in song; 
 
 ■ And the deep music on its tide shall bear 
 
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 The oppressive weight of woe that lingers there, 
 
 As waters sweep the choking leaves along, 
 
 That creeping frosts stripp'd off and showered down, 
 
 In windy Autumn. Death has stripp'd the fair 
 
 And sheltering branch whereon your life-hopes grew. 
 
 Struck with its frost, a moment sere and brown, 
 
 Shook the old greenness, then like dead leaves flew. 
 
 On your choked hearts, the fluttering hopes and joys 
 
 Of summer youth, fell, deadening their clear flow 
 
 To a deep sorrow and a muffled noise, 
 
 The tide and tone of a most bitter woe. 
 
 Sing for the dear love of your dear, loved Sire ; 
 
 If aught can reach his viewless spirit now, 
 
 'Tis the sweet voices of his own sweet choir, 
 
 Who might put life beneath Death's pallid brow ; 
 
 Haply the echo of your plaintive hymn, 
 
 May seem the murmur of his answering voice ; 
 
 And oft, in moony calm, and twilight dim, 
 
 His smile may come to make your hearts rejoice. 
 
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 And youj ye Brother-Band, 
 The Mountain Minstrels of his own dear land ; 
 
 [ Whom he led forth from solitude to be 
 Life, love, and wonder, and delight, the praise 
 Of two wide lands, a living Melody 
 In the loud clamor of these jarring days — ■ 
 O lift your bird-like voices in a plaint 
 
 ; Of mellow agony, making all hearts faint 
 With overwhelming sweetness. Be the voice 
 Of their great grief who have no voice beside, 
 And of their want, who know not of their loss. 
 The Birds shall join you with a wailing noise. 
 And their pained breasts with heavy pinions beat, 
 For one whose nature was as free, and sweet, 
 And simple as their own. Old trees, that toss 
 Their great arms to the tempest in the pride 
 Of their stout hearts — forgetting to rejoice 
 In Spring or Summer, now that he is gone 
 "^Vho loved them so, shall answer, sigh for sigh. 
 
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Is quenclied, with •R-liicli their joyous path was 
 
 lighted, 
 Will muffle all their waters to a dull 
 Deep gurgle, faintly heard, low, sad and musical. 
 
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 The winds that mourn him as they murmur by, 
 Telling their sorrows to the siofhincr corn. • 
 
 The boundinof Brooks in which his heart deliorhted, ; 
 The bright Cascades, that flash, and foam, and gleam ; 
 Like his own rushing thoushts, now that this beam ; 
 
 Sing, Mountain ilinstrels, a most wild lament — 
 The Tery rocks that cap yon snowy peaks. 
 And the ' Old Man ' to whom his touch hath lent 
 Life and a Toice, shall join the song that speaks 
 i His virtues, for they loved him well whose soul 
 { Could make their granite, Human. The deep roU 
 ) Of thunder 'mid the mountains, clap on clap, 
 j That make the hills rock like a tremulous wave, 
 
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 Shall mourn bis death, whose glowing utterance gave 
 Sharp peal for peal, to its most terrible bolts ; 
 The giant Winds that throng the awful Gap, 
 Where the wild North rolls back its mountain gate 
 To let them pass, when all its host revolts 
 Against the South-land — winds that sway the great 
 Tree-tops as he swayed human hearts, shall tame 
 Their loud voice to a low melodious sigh, 
 And o'er his grave for heavy sorrow die, 
 That they no more may fan his soul of flame. 
 
 Mute Nature mourns him, for his heart put life 
 Into her thousand forms, and gave them love, 
 Even while he struggled in the hottest strife 
 For Freedom, keeping his brave flag above 
 The reeling ranks, though shivered oft, and torn. 
 Still first and hicrhest in the battle borne. 
 
 
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 Sing, Mountain Minstrels : sadder yet 
 Than sighing winds, or waters choked with leaves, 
 Shall rise the wail, where human suffering grieves, 
 And human tears a Brother's grave shall wet. 
 O, breathe t] e sorrows of the sable tlirall, 
 For whom his soul drew first its sword of fire, 
 In the o-reat name of libertv for all ; 
 Sing, and strong hearts shall quiver like the wire 
 Of some brave Harper, harping on his lyre. 
 Pale Prisoners, mourning over death to come. 
 Or joy and innocence long lost in crime, 
 Shall weep less bitterly for their evil doom, 
 Than for deep sorrow that the hungry tomb 
 Has hid a heart that loved them in the slime 
 Of their blood-guiltiness. This, their deeper gloom, 
 Shall hide awhile the horrid gallows-tree, 
 And his h'gh heart, gone cold, be all that they shall 
 see. 
 
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 One voice of love and hope is hushed in death — 
 Cold is the hand that led the freest Free ! 
 One pang shall thrill through wide Humanity — 
 And Hate, struck dumb, shall hold her envious 
 
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 With one internal spasm of remorse, 
 And shivering, fear to touch his hallowed corse ; 
 Love's tears shall rain on her cold altar there, 
 Drenching its firclcss ashes with vain grief; 
 Mute suffering lift its agonizing prayer, 
 To the cold sky, in looks of new despair, 
 
 More hopeless of relief. 
 Sweet Poesy laments for her dear child, 
 By running streams, — on old familiar hills ; 
 In the rock-passes of the mountain-wild, 
 And where new death each silent valley fills. 
 Wit's borial light, that quivered from his lips, 
 And led its dance round Freedom's Northern Star, 
 Goes, pale and tremulous, to its last eclipse. 
 
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 Slow fading out from its fantastic war, 
 
 Ray after ray, till into night it slips, 
 
 As the moon sheathes her reddened scimitar. 
 
 All Aspirations of the human soul, 
 Fire-winged to cleave the heavy clouds of wrong, 
 With drooping eyes around his coffin throng, 
 "Who gave them life to search the Eternal Goal ; 
 And banded Terrors, such as made the strong 
 Old heart of Tyranny shiver, and the Abysms 
 Of red-eyed Bigots quake, hang silent round 
 The arrowy Pen, on whose keen point they flew ; 
 And o'er his cold heart, bending to the ground. 
 Droop the brave forms of dreadless Heroisms, 
 Drowning the brand from whose quenched flame 
 
 they drew 
 The fire of their quick being ; while disperst 
 By the swift beat of his retreating vans, 
 
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 Pities, and Pangs, and Sorrows, that were nurst 
 On his life-blood, and Weepings such as erst 
 Rained for Jerusalem, fly o'er the lairds, 
 Lighting on all mute Nature's hearts, and man's. 
 
 Sing, Mountain Minstrels, the sweet songs he loved — 
 
 The tender lays of want and pining wo, 
 
 That wail in your soft numbers, like the low i 
 
 Plaint of an exiled Angel, who hath roved 
 
 In forlorn seeking for his home, so long, 
 
 That earth's despair hath filled his heavenly song : 
 
 Then tell the softened hearts, to pity moved, 
 
 That with such tones his own soft breast wouldheave, 
 
 "When burning tongue andmatchless pen, were vain 
 
 To cure the thrillings of his bosom pain. 
 
 For sufFcrin<]f crowds his hand could not relieve. 
 
 Sing Freedom's battle-hymns, as ye have sung, 
 
 When the live words went crinkling, quick and hot, I 
 
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 Like Valor's Uglitning from each voUiecl tongue, 
 Till even cowards their pale fears forgot, 
 And swelled th» surges of our charging cry, 
 With one full shout for Truth and Liberty ! 
 Then He, whose spirit gave and caught the fire, 
 Shall hear the ajithem in his home afar. 
 And answer back from Freedom's Martyr Choir, 
 While hand and voice uplifted, call us ' Highek,' 
 With tone and mien majestic as a star. 
 
 That waving hand shall be our summons still, 
 
 That voice of music lead us from above ; 
 
 Our dear Delight is victor over ill. 
 
 And lives, immortal in our deathless love ; 
 
 Lives in heroic goodness, and all deeds 
 
 Of valor done for pained Humanity ; 
 
 Lives in his own high words of Liberty, 
 
 That the free winds have scattered, like the seeds 
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 Of an eternal trueness, — yet to be 
 
 A green-bowered shelter for the refugee 
 
 From every crumbling hold of death-struck Tyrrany. 
 
 Let no vain sorrow deaden the quick beat 
 
 Of living sympathy — our champion Uves^ 
 
 And down our ranks the word of cheering gives, 
 
 Leading the charge on Slavery's last retreat. 
 
 Be the sole requiem o'er his fallen form, 
 
 The deep'ning thunder of our battle-storm; 
 
 The only tomb-lamp o'er his dust to shine, 
 
 The flash of falchions in our vanward line ; 
 
 The sweetest tear on his green grave to fall, 
 
 A tear of love and sympathy for all ; 
 
 And from his flag, that twines its shivered stafl*, 
 
 One signal draw, 
 To be our watch-word and his epitaph, — 
 "Excelsior!'* 
 
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 One from Lis couch of slotli and pampered ease, 
 Plucked the soft feather for the ■winged dart. 
 
 Page 13. 
 
 No reader conversant v/ith the history of the 
 Anti-Slavery movement, and the heartless attack on 
 Mr. Rogers, by his former associates, "will for a 
 moment doubt "who is meant in the text. But for 
 others, it may be necessary to name that amateur 
 Reformer and refined Gladiator, to whom Radical- i 
 ism presents a lield for pleasant recreation — a kind 
 of intellectual cock-fight — Mr. Edmuxd Quincy ; 
 a man whose unfeeling and cruel treatment of his 
 former friend, was as unprovoked as it was brutal. 
 
 
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 And even a Woman, dipt in her own heart 
 The shaft for venom. — Pages 13-14. 
 
 On Maria Weston Chapman, more than on any 
 soul besides, lies the deed, whose Litter treachery 
 and malignant Ligotry, hastened the death of our 
 lamented Brother. With the unforgivingness of a 
 savage — though a JSTon-Resistant in theory — she 
 poisoned in secret the arrows which another shot, 
 from which the sensitive and delicate nature of 
 Rogers received a death-wound. 
 
 He, wdio till that hour 
 Had felt thy pulses in his bosom bound, 
 Sped the keen arrow. — Page 14. 
 
 The love and admiration, almost boundless, which 
 Mr. Rogers felt for Mr. Garrison, and which seemed 
 to be reciprocated, so fully that the latter spoke of 
 themselves as the Siamese Twins, could yet be no 
 security against the envy and hate ' of his friend, 
 when a poor question of policy, touching the/on?i.s 
 of Anti- Slavery action, divided their opinions. 
 What a terrible revulsion must a nature like that of 
 
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 Mr. Kogers experience, when the twii, -brother of 
 his heart started up an unrelenting Foe, pouring 
 fierce denunciations upon him, from the treasures of 
 that immaculate bosom that never forgave an 
 enemy. 
 
 Let this be said in some extenuation for Mr. Gar- 
 rison, that his strong nature, so long used to the 
 stern wejipons of destructivcne s, did In blindness, 
 what his better heart would have revolted at. 
 
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 Breathe, falr-haircd Sister-Band, a song of love. 
 
 Page 17. 
 
 The lovely children of Mr. Rogers inherit the 
 fine musical gift which he possessed. Three of the 
 sisters, with a brother, have charmed the public 
 with the sweet harmony of their voices, as all who 
 know them In private life, have been charmed by the 
 loving simplicity of their hearts. Yet not the inno- 
 cent sweetness of the chlhlren, could wrinnr a 
 kindly notice from the unenviable few who flung 
 their shafts at the Father. 
 
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 And you, ye Brother-band — Page 19. 
 
 Tlio Hutcliinsons — tLat ' nest of Brothers -with a 
 Sister in it.' Mr. Rogers was first to predict their 
 popularity, and lend them encouragement, in terms 
 which seemed extravagant to many *, but the love 
 and admiration of two worlds has set the seal of 
 truth upon his predictions. Here, as elsewhere, his 
 quick perceptions, and most delicate taste, saw at a 
 glance, what slower natures reach after long search- * 
 inor. 
 
 And the "Old Man" to whom his touch hath lent 
 Life and a soul — Page 20. 
 
 The " Old Man of the Mountain," a picturesque 
 cliff at the Franconia Xotch. The well-known and 
 admirable letters in the character of this ' Old 
 Man ' were from the pen of Mr. Rogers. These, 
 like many of his writings, abound in grand and 
 graphic descriptions of New Hampshire, scenery — 
 wild, bold and full of poetry as the cliffs and woods 
 themselves. 
 
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 " Excelsior." 
 
 The fitting and Iierolc motto of that fearless advo- 
 cate of Progression, The Herald of Freedom, 
 whose excelsior character, won for itself and its 
 brave Editor, the hate and envy of slower- visioued 
 men. 
 
 
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