They carried his body to the old log-house he occupied at North
Elba, where it was buried upon the farm. That farm has been
recently purchased for a public park; and the grave, with the
big boulder upon it, forms a conspicuous feature. Thousands
approach it with reverent feet, not so much because of the body
which lies mouldering there, but for the sake of the soul which
is marching on. They had sung in Northern streets a grim ditty
during those days of suspense before his execution, with the
refrain, addressed to the Southerner:

And Old Brown, Osawatomie Brown,
May trouble you more than ever
When you've nailed his coffin down.

It contains a true word of prophecy. Says an American writer:
soon after, 'I meet him at every turn. John Brown is not dead;
he is more alive than ever he was.' As that same year the
Northern States gird themselves for the great Presidential
contest, determined that at length a thorough Abolitionist named
Abraham Lincoln shall tenant the White House, it is evident that
John Brown's soul is marching on.

When at length fierce civil war breaks out, and those same
Northern States month by month are brought to the sure
conviction that Freedom as certainly as Union is the cause for
which they fight, and as through long disappointment and
suspense, lavish effusion of blood, generous sacrifice of their
bravest sons they steadily press to victory under the ever-
patient, dogged leadership of President Lincoln and General
Grant, it is evident that John Brown's soul is marching on.