1 am of a sex and of a nature to whom these feelinga are kindred. 1 cannot think ot old John Brown upon the scaffold without a shudder through all my being. I cannot think of a man made in the image of his Goo, suffering an ignomiuioua death, without thrills of pain. lint 1 find it impossiole to fix my mind on the scaffold of this old man. It goes back to his