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Show 208 }-.ales Henry NewhalL tian church. Throngh all hi~ life those who mo t intimately kn whim declare that he maintainNI his Christian pro ~ ' ': i on unwav ring. The ol<l Engli:;;h Bible wa , ev r his ueare, t book; his memory was :filled with its passage. ; his speech and letter were tuclded with its phra es ; l1is heart was a-glow with Hs spirit. l\forning and evening, a. regularly as the morning nnd evening meals, the great f~tmily Bible was opened, God's goodness was prai eel, and his pre. cnce implored that that house and tho e h art · might be his dwcllinrr-o place. And with thi ance try, this early training, this education, and this r eligion, every word that fell from his lip , on the car of the Am rican public, from the hour he was taken up from the blood-stained floor and lai<l on the gra ,, in front of' the engine-house, to the hour on the scaffold,- wi th all this I say, every wonl from that mom 'nt to the Jn t was perfectly eons is tent. II is 1 'tters, his conversation wi th fr·ie11cl and foe his l~rief, ~u blime nppeal to the moral con:-;(' iousJH' :-:; of j udg; and .JUry In the pr' ''nee of death, all breat lie the ame artIe, s simplicity, th ' same nclamantine firmn , :4, t h sam ' unfiin hing courage, the same lofty Chri ·tian f~1ith. lie , hows the hero a11d Christ ian from f1r~t to last, a easily and naturally as he draws 1till breath. lie tells ns that ltis lh·~ t Sabbath in prison was the " sweetest, most blessed Sabbatlt of allld s hfe ! " Think of it! old, wounded, rleath by the gallows inevitable, infuriated enemies glm~ing on him through the single grated window; yet there rechnes the old man, calmly r eading his Bible, nnd enjoying the "~weetest, mo t bl sed Sabbath of all his life." " l\fy soul 1s among lion ," write the old man, " but it r c·joice in the Lord." 1Vhcn a lady vi. itor in his cell alluded, with a woman's delicacy and tendernes , to his ignominiou sentence, the old. hero and mnrt yr quietly r cpli s, in immortal wor<h:, '' I do not -tl1ink I can better se1·ve tlte cause I lo1·e so muclt than to die Jol· 'it." She then ympaLhizeu with his woumls and hiti Fales H enry Newhall. w rn krH'~f' lamented the tec1iousnrf's of hil'i fo rc<'d inacti,·ity, and r emarked how try ir tg iL m u ~t bo fur ~-'O H('tive a ma11, wilh su ·h gn'nt <lesignR in hi heart, to lie on !t is back in a pri:on, and aske<l j (' he ha<l no fear:; tl1at through this we<d~n<': s he might wu,·er in l1i. faith. lie calm ly replin1, with Chri!'l i:~n modesty, "I cannot tell what weakness ma.IJ come Ol'Cr me, but 1 do not think tl1 al I sltall deny rny L orcl and JII((sler .ff'SIIS C!t rt'st, as 1 certainly should, y· I denied my p rinciples against Slavery." Yet there is no parade of bravery, no ostentation whatever. lie comes for th from the c1o.'e, t1a rk pri ~on , Hnd his eye OIICe more, Ul1U for the last time, glance:;; OV(' l' (':trth and , ky, and he remark on the beauty of the scene ry while riuing on l1is cofnn to the gallow'! Jle r 'cogni ze: aC"quaintances about him, and bius them a cheerful '' Goou moming," as he pnsscs on. lie looks aroun<l with soldier-l ike approvnl, 11pon the trained movements of the mili tary, and with a :-:oldiet ·'s car enjoys their mea:u rccl tread. lie i · the first to mount the scafTolu, and, rock to the last, sternly declines to li::;t n to the prayers of' a slavcholding ministry. A::; be st.;.uuls there, l1e wenr:; the halter on hi · neck like a garland of glory. And wh<•n at last the drop fell, nnd he hllng l)('tw r<·n the h cavent; and enrth, he made the gallows glo riou::; in AnH·ricn. Ye:', henceforth it is no di ~grn ec to die on a gibbeL in this lam1. As the Holy One, whose ~ te p s he followed, and wl10 died for others the death of a sla vc, made the barba rous no~ti a glorious thing from the moment his hand was nai leu to its rugged wood, so thi ', his ·worshipper and 1ol1owcr, v.·h<'n lte gave hi life cheerfully there for the millious of God's despi::;ed poor in this land, con. ('Crated the gibbet on this A merican f:o il. All the world gaze on that body, as it s witV'~'H ]i f{_·l r~s on the gallows tree, and a k~, " \ Vho hnng-; th cr ~?" The answer C"omes from a. whole racr out of' the million of their tropic heart., " I t is the man who loved us enourrh to die for us." The answer rolls from l:tn<1 to lalld, '~It i a son of the Pilgrims, a con of the Revolu tionary pat- 1 8~;, |