HAMILTON
Quiteso。Farewell。
JohnBrownThoughforyoursakeIwouldnothaveyounowSoneartometonightasnowyouare，GodknowshowmuchastrangertomyheartWasanycoldwordthatImayhavewritten；
Andyou，poorwomanthatImademywife，Youhavehadmoreofloneliness，Ifear，ThanI——thoughIhavebeenthemostalone，Evenwhenthemostattended。SoitwasGodsetthemarkofhisinscrutableNecessityononethatwastogrope，Andserve，andsuffer，andwithalbegladForwhatwashis，andis，andistobe，Whenhisoldbones，thatareaburdennow，AresayingwhatthemanwhocarriedthemHadnotthepowertosay。Bonesinagrave，Coverthemastheywillwithchokingearth，Mayshoutthetruthtomenwhoputthemthere，Morethanallorators。Andso，mydear，SinceyouhavecheatedwisdomforthesakeOfsorrow，letyoursorrowbeforyou，Thislastofnightsbeforethelastofdays，ThelyingghostofwhatthereisofmeThatisthemostalive。ThereisnodeathFormeinwhattheydo。TheirdeathitisTheyshouldheedmostwhenthesuncomesagainTomakethemsolemn。TherearesomeIknowWhoseeyeswillhardlyseetheiroccupation，Fortearsinthem——andallforoneoldman；
Forsomeofthemwillpitythisoldman，WhotookuponhimselftheworkofGodBecausehepitiedmillions。ThatwillbeForthem，Ifancy，theircompassionateBestwayofsayingwhatisbestinthemTosay；fortheycansaynomorethanthat，AndtheycandonomorethanwhatthedawnOfonemoredayshallgivethemlightenoughTodo。Buttherearemanydaystobe，Andtherearemanymentogivetheirblood，AsIgavemineforthem。Maytheycomesoon！