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John E. Cook, who could successfully have escaped had he not, against the advice of his comrades, been reckless in his search for food, was born in the summer of 1830, in Haddam, Connecticut. He was of a well-to-do family, and studied law in Brooklyn and New York. Five feet and seven inches in height, bandsome, quick in movement, he was an incessant talker, blue-eyed, and had curly blonde hair. A devoted follower of Brown, though considered indiscreet. He went to Kansas in 1855. His movements from the time of his first meeting with Brown, just after the battle of Black Jack, in June, 1856, until after his capture, are set forth in his " Confession" made while in jail (published at Charlestown as a pamphlet in the middle of November, 1859, for the benefit of Samuel C. Young, who was crippled for life in the fighting at Harper's Ferry). For this confession Cook was severely censured at the time by the friends of Brown; he was even called the "Judas" of the raid.
Cook was the one man who believed that it was best to attack the town of Harper's Ferry, and therefore was sent to that town over a year in advance of others, and lived in the city. He is described variously as a school-teacher or a lock-tender, although in the registration of his marriage to Mary V. Kennedy, of Harper's Ferry, April 18, 1859, he was described as a book-agent. He passed much of his time in gathering information about slaves, and was perhaps in communication with them, although this is denied by the family of Brown. It is reasonable to believe that he had found that the slaves would not rise at the first appearance of Brown, though he believed they would flock to the standard when the blow had been struck.
He was captured eight miles from Chambersburg, Pennsylvania, October 25, 1859, and hanged on December 16. He was a remarkably fine shot, and had seen much fighting in Kansas. He was reckless, impulsive, indiscreet, but genial, generous and brave
Interred here after his execution by hanging for the many ruthless murders he committed. Moved to Greenwood later with a brother. After his capture he and others were imprisoned before the trial and execution. He managed to break through the prison wall and escape but then discovered he was still inside the prison outer walls. Churches would not allow his funeral service to be conducted inside their building.
Although the following below overshadows his heinous crimes with compassion, there will only be only One to judge his eternal soul.
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Crawfordsville Review, 31 December 1859
The funeral of John E. Cook took, place yesterday morning, at ten o'clock, A. M., from the house of Mr. S. L. Harris, No. 114 South Ninth street, Williamsburgh— At a little before nine o'clock the body was removed from the undertaker's No. 88 Grand street, of the house of Mr. Harris, and soon afterwards a large crowd began collecting in front of the door—none but relatives and immediate friends of the deceased, and representatives of the press, were allowed inside the house—and notwithstanding the heavy storm of rain which continued throughout the forenoon, not less than five hundred persons, a large portion of whom were ladies stood in the street from nine o'clock until after eleven when they were admitted to view the corpse.
It was expected that the Rev. Dr. Caldicot would address the assemblage from the steps of the house, but in consequence of the unfavorable state of the weather this portion of the program was changed, and the address delivered to the audience inside. The corpse was clothed in a white merino robe, trimmed with grey satin, bound by a satin cord round the waist, and a black neckerchief. The coffin was of dark mahogany, ornamented with silver nails and a silver plate bearing the inscription, "JOHN E.COOK, died Dec. 16th, 1859, aged 28 years."
On the coffin just below the plate, was laid a handsome bouquet of cedar, camelias and other symbolical flowers. The face of the deceased was much discolored, and presented a shocking contrast to the life-like photograph placed near the corpse. Among those of the friends and relatives of the deceased who were present were Hon. E. D. Culver, City Judge, Governor Willard and District Attorney Voorhees, of Indiana.
At a little after 10 o'clock, Rev. Dr. Caldicott commenced the services by reading appropriate selections from the scriptures, after which he delivered a brief address. He alluded to the character of the deceased as that of a Christian a true friend, and an affectionate son and husband. He was led by strong impulses to leave home and friends, yet his heart was always there. If he believed he had a higher and holier object in view than the life of home among his friends, it was his duty to persue and obtain it. It was untrue that John was a wayward and disobedient boy his father testified that he was a loving and affectionate son. He never ceased while far away to remember, love and yearn for home and friends, and he never lost his respect for the Christian religion, forgot the ordinances of that religion, denied his Savior, or failed to believe in the efficacy of his atoning blood. If he erred, it was in the grand mistake of his life, his love for Christ's oppressed ones. And even if we view his act as a guilty one, is there no hope? must his memory be consigned to infamy because he did wrong? Oh, you who would cast a single stain of reproach upon that character, remember Christ's words to the Pharisees, "Let him that is without sin cast the first stone." Think of his love to the dying malefactor. "This day thou shalt be with me in Paradise." The speaker then read the following touching letter, the last ever written by the deceased to his wife and child, remarking that it was evidently written without any fear of death. The hand was firm, and the tone one of high Christian courage, and trust in an all-supporting God:
CHARLESTOWN JAIL. V.A., Dee. 16th, 1859. DEAR WIFE AND CHILD.—For the last time I take my pen to address you for the last time to speak to you through the tongue of the absent. I am about to leave you and this world for ever, but do not give way to your grief. Look with the eyes of hope beyond the vale of life and sec the dawning of that brighter morning, that shall know no clouds or shadows in its sunny sky, that shall know no sunset. To that eternal day, I trust, beloved, I am going now. For me there waits no far off and uncertain future. I am only going from my camp on earth to my home in heaven, from the dark clouds of sin and grief to the clear blue skies, the flowing fountains and the eternal joys of that brighter land whose only entrance is through the valley of death whose only eternity is the tomb.
Oh yes! think that I am only going home, going to meet my Savior and my God; going to meet my comrades and to meet and watch for you. Each moment passes, every tolling bell proclaims that this world is not our home. We are but pilgrims here journeying to our father's house. Some have a long and weary road to wander, shadowed with doubts and fears. They often tire and faint on life's roadside, yet still all wearied, they must move along- Some make a more rapid journey and complete their pilgrimage in the bright morn of life. They know no weariness upon the journey, no ills or cares of toilsome age.— If my comrades were and are among that number our pilgrimage is nearly ended.— We can almost see our home. A few more hours and we shall be there.
Sure it is hard for me to leave my loving partner and my little one lingering on the rugged road, in which life's storms are bursting. But cheer up, my beloved ones. These storms will soon be over through their lingering shadows you will see the promised rainbow. It will whisper of a happy land, where all storms are over.— Will you not strive to meet me, in that time of unending sunshine? Oh yes! I know you will. That you will also try to lead our child along the path of glory that you will train him for an entrance into that celestial city whose maker and builder is God.
Teach him the way of truth "and virtue. Tell him of what his father left him, ere his infant lips could lisp my name. Pray for. yourself and for him. Remember there is no golden gateway to the realms of pleasure here, but there is one for the redeemed in the land that lies starward-— There, I hope we may meet, when you have completed your pilgrimage on this road of life. Tears will pass on and your journey will soon be ended. Live so that when from the verge of life you look back, you may feel no vain regrets of bitter anguish for mis-spent years.
Look to God in all your troubles, and cast yourself on him, when the heart is dark and heavy with sorrow and woe. He will shed upon you the bright sunshine of his love, and take away the burden from your heart And now farewell. May that all-wise and eternal God, who governs all things, be with you to guide and protect you through life and bring us together in eternal joy beyond the grave. Farewell, fond partner of my heart and soul. Farewell dear babe of our love.— Alas! along farewell till we meet in heaven. I remain, in life and death, your devoted husband. JOHN E. COOK.
He also read a letter written to his brother and sister just before his death, in which the same characteristics were remarked as the previous one to his wife. The speaker then proceeded with his address. Friends who had visited him confirmed the report of his faith in Christ, and what say the Scriptures, "He that believeth, though he were dead in trespasses and sins, yet shall he live, and he that liveth and believeth in me shall never die." His was not dying, it was bursting at once into eternal life. Such were his hopes, and who shall dare, today, to say that they were not realized? Even were he a malefactor in the eyes of men, yet God's thoughts are not as our thoughts, he judgeth not as man judgeth.
Crimes regarded dark and deep amongst men, are not colored in that hue among the records of the eternal, yet unbelief and disobedience to God, deemed as trifles among men, God may mark as among the more damning sins. Your departed son and brother forsook not God even his fault, if fault it was, leaned to Virtue's side.— Who shall now charge him with selfishness, who shall say he did it for profit or political ambition? None his whole soul was full of benevolence, and to relieve the oppressed, he endangered and forfeited his own life. Even were his act wrong, Christ came into the world to save sinners, and he that cometh to him shall in no wise be cast our. think not of him as a transgressor, not as degraded and disgraced among men, bu as beloved of God, and as now having passed from the toil and strife of this would, and entered that heaven be himself so beautifully described.
The speaker then addressed some brief remarks of consolation to the weeping widow, reminding her to cast her burden of care and sorrow upon Christ; he would sustain her in all her woe. In the same strain he consoled the other relations and friends, remarking that through the path of the deceased to eternity was one no one would wish to choose, yet God regards it not, and he whom we now mourn has risen to a crown of immortal glory. May we all today learn lessons from this death, may we learn that if we do good, we must do it among conflict and strife, danger and death. But shall we cease from doing right when we know what the right is, because we are exposed to the loss of life/ "He that would save his life shall lose it, and he that
The audience then joined in the tune of Greenville, in singing the 334th hymn.
Rev. Johnson then delivered a ferment and impressive prayer during which sobs resounded from various parts of the room. After its conclusion, those outside were admitted at the hall door to obtain a last view of the deceased. The coffin was placed in the hall, and the visitors passing it one by one and leaving the house by the basement door, occupied almost an hour. At length all had passed, and after a last sad parting by the relatives, the coffin was closed and removed to the hearse. A
number of carriages filled principally with the relatives of the deceased, followed the hearse to the Cypress Hills Cemetery, where the body was interred in the lot of Mr. Robert Crowley. In consideration of the storm of wind and rain, all lengthy services, except prayer by Rev. Mr. Johnson, were dispenced with at the grave, and amid the convulsive sobs of the agonized widow and sympathizing tears of the by standers, the body was lowered into the grave.
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John E. Cook, who could successfully have escaped had he not, against the advice of his comrades, been reckless in his search for food, was born in the summer of 1830, in Haddam, Connecticut. He was of a well-to-do family, and studied law in Brooklyn and New York. Five feet and seven inches in height, bandsome, quick in movement, he was an incessant talker, blue-eyed, and had curly blonde hair. A devoted follower of Brown, though considered indiscreet. He went to Kansas in 1855. His movements from the time of his first meeting with Brown, just after the battle of Black Jack, in June, 1856, until after his capture, are set forth in his " Confession" made while in jail (published at Charlestown as a pamphlet in the middle of November, 1859, for the benefit of Samuel C. Young, who was crippled for life in the fighting at Harper's Ferry). For this confession Cook was severely censured at the time by the friends of Brown; he was even called the "Judas" of the raid.
Cook was the one man who believed that it was best to attack the town of Harper's Ferry, and therefore was sent to that town over a year in advance of others, and lived in the city. He is described variously as a school-teacher or a lock-tender, although in the registration of his marriage to Mary V. Kennedy, of Harper's Ferry, April 18, 1859, he was described as a book-agent. He passed much of his time in gathering information about slaves, and was perhaps in communication with them, although this is denied by the family of Brown. It is reasonable to believe that he had found that the slaves would not rise at the first appearance of Brown, though he believed they would flock to the standard when the blow had been struck.
He was captured eight miles from Chambersburg, Pennsylvania, October 25, 1859, and hanged on December 16. He was a remarkably fine shot, and had seen much fighting in Kansas. He was reckless, impulsive, indiscreet, but genial, generous and brave
Interred here after his execution by hanging for the many ruthless murders he committed. Moved to Greenwood later with a brother. After his capture he and others were imprisoned before the trial and execution. He managed to break through the prison wall and escape but then discovered he was still inside the prison outer walls. Churches would not allow his funeral service to be conducted inside their building.
Although the following below overshadows his heinous crimes with compassion, there will only be only One to judge his eternal soul.
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Crawfordsville Review, 31 December 1859
The funeral of John E. Cook took, place yesterday morning, at ten o'clock, A. M., from the house of Mr. S. L. Harris, No. 114 South Ninth street, Williamsburgh— At a little before nine o'clock the body was removed from the undertaker's No. 88 Grand street, of the house of Mr. Harris, and soon afterwards a large crowd began collecting in front of the door—none but relatives and immediate friends of the deceased, and representatives of the press, were allowed inside the house—and notwithstanding the heavy storm of rain which continued throughout the forenoon, not less than five hundred persons, a large portion of whom were ladies stood in the street from nine o'clock until after eleven when they were admitted to view the corpse.
It was expected that the Rev. Dr. Caldicot would address the assemblage from the steps of the house, but in consequence of the unfavorable state of the weather this portion of the program was changed, and the address delivered to the audience inside. The corpse was clothed in a white merino robe, trimmed with grey satin, bound by a satin cord round the waist, and a black neckerchief. The coffin was of dark mahogany, ornamented with silver nails and a silver plate bearing the inscription, "JOHN E.COOK, died Dec. 16th, 1859, aged 28 years."
On the coffin just below the plate, was laid a handsome bouquet of cedar, camelias and other symbolical flowers. The face of the deceased was much discolored, and presented a shocking contrast to the life-like photograph placed near the corpse. Among those of the friends and relatives of the deceased who were present were Hon. E. D. Culver, City Judge, Governor Willard and District Attorney Voorhees, of Indiana.
At a little after 10 o'clock, Rev. Dr. Caldicott commenced the services by reading appropriate selections from the scriptures, after which he delivered a brief address. He alluded to the character of the deceased as that of a Christian a true friend, and an affectionate son and husband. He was led by strong impulses to leave home and friends, yet his heart was always there. If he believed he had a higher and holier object in view than the life of home among his friends, it was his duty to persue and obtain it. It was untrue that John was a wayward and disobedient boy his father testified that he was a loving and affectionate son. He never ceased while far away to remember, love and yearn for home and friends, and he never lost his respect for the Christian religion, forgot the ordinances of that religion, denied his Savior, or failed to believe in the efficacy of his atoning blood. If he erred, it was in the grand mistake of his life, his love for Christ's oppressed ones. And even if we view his act as a guilty one, is there no hope? must his memory be consigned to infamy because he did wrong? Oh, you who would cast a single stain of reproach upon that character, remember Christ's words to the Pharisees, "Let him that is without sin cast the first stone." Think of his love to the dying malefactor. "This day thou shalt be with me in Paradise." The speaker then read the following touching letter, the last ever written by the deceased to his wife and child, remarking that it was evidently written without any fear of death. The hand was firm, and the tone one of high Christian courage, and trust in an all-supporting God:
CHARLESTOWN JAIL. V.A., Dee. 16th, 1859. DEAR WIFE AND CHILD.—For the last time I take my pen to address you for the last time to speak to you through the tongue of the absent. I am about to leave you and this world for ever, but do not give way to your grief. Look with the eyes of hope beyond the vale of life and sec the dawning of that brighter morning, that shall know no clouds or shadows in its sunny sky, that shall know no sunset. To that eternal day, I trust, beloved, I am going now. For me there waits no far off and uncertain future. I am only going from my camp on earth to my home in heaven, from the dark clouds of sin and grief to the clear blue skies, the flowing fountains and the eternal joys of that brighter land whose only entrance is through the valley of death whose only eternity is the tomb.
Oh yes! think that I am only going home, going to meet my Savior and my God; going to meet my comrades and to meet and watch for you. Each moment passes, every tolling bell proclaims that this world is not our home. We are but pilgrims here journeying to our father's house. Some have a long and weary road to wander, shadowed with doubts and fears. They often tire and faint on life's roadside, yet still all wearied, they must move along- Some make a more rapid journey and complete their pilgrimage in the bright morn of life. They know no weariness upon the journey, no ills or cares of toilsome age.— If my comrades were and are among that number our pilgrimage is nearly ended.— We can almost see our home. A few more hours and we shall be there.
Sure it is hard for me to leave my loving partner and my little one lingering on the rugged road, in which life's storms are bursting. But cheer up, my beloved ones. These storms will soon be over through their lingering shadows you will see the promised rainbow. It will whisper of a happy land, where all storms are over.— Will you not strive to meet me, in that time of unending sunshine? Oh yes! I know you will. That you will also try to lead our child along the path of glory that you will train him for an entrance into that celestial city whose maker and builder is God.
Teach him the way of truth "and virtue. Tell him of what his father left him, ere his infant lips could lisp my name. Pray for. yourself and for him. Remember there is no golden gateway to the realms of pleasure here, but there is one for the redeemed in the land that lies starward-— There, I hope we may meet, when you have completed your pilgrimage on this road of life. Tears will pass on and your journey will soon be ended. Live so that when from the verge of life you look back, you may feel no vain regrets of bitter anguish for mis-spent years.
Look to God in all your troubles, and cast yourself on him, when the heart is dark and heavy with sorrow and woe. He will shed upon you the bright sunshine of his love, and take away the burden from your heart And now farewell. May that all-wise and eternal God, who governs all things, be with you to guide and protect you through life and bring us together in eternal joy beyond the grave. Farewell, fond partner of my heart and soul. Farewell dear babe of our love.— Alas! along farewell till we meet in heaven. I remain, in life and death, your devoted husband. JOHN E. COOK.
He also read a letter written to his brother and sister just before his death, in which the same characteristics were remarked as the previous one to his wife. The speaker then proceeded with his address. Friends who had visited him confirmed the report of his faith in Christ, and what say the Scriptures, "He that believeth, though he were dead in trespasses and sins, yet shall he live, and he that liveth and believeth in me shall never die." His was not dying, it was bursting at once into eternal life. Such were his hopes, and who shall dare, today, to say that they were not realized? Even were he a malefactor in the eyes of men, yet God's thoughts are not as our thoughts, he judgeth not as man judgeth.
Crimes regarded dark and deep amongst men, are not colored in that hue among the records of the eternal, yet unbelief and disobedience to God, deemed as trifles among men, God may mark as among the more damning sins. Your departed son and brother forsook not God even his fault, if fault it was, leaned to Virtue's side.— Who shall now charge him with selfishness, who shall say he did it for profit or political ambition? None his whole soul was full of benevolence, and to relieve the oppressed, he endangered and forfeited his own life. Even were his act wrong, Christ came into the world to save sinners, and he that cometh to him shall in no wise be cast our. think not of him as a transgressor, not as degraded and disgraced among men, bu as beloved of God, and as now having passed from the toil and strife of this would, and entered that heaven be himself so beautifully described.
The speaker then addressed some brief remarks of consolation to the weeping widow, reminding her to cast her burden of care and sorrow upon Christ; he would sustain her in all her woe. In the same strain he consoled the other relations and friends, remarking that through the path of the deceased to eternity was one no one would wish to choose, yet God regards it not, and he whom we now mourn has risen to a crown of immortal glory. May we all today learn lessons from this death, may we learn that if we do good, we must do it among conflict and strife, danger and death. But shall we cease from doing right when we know what the right is, because we are exposed to the loss of life/ "He that would save his life shall lose it, and he that
The audience then joined in the tune of Greenville, in singing the 334th hymn.
Rev. Johnson then delivered a ferment and impressive prayer during which sobs resounded from various parts of the room. After its conclusion, those outside were admitted at the hall door to obtain a last view of the deceased. The coffin was placed in the hall, and the visitors passing it one by one and leaving the house by the basement door, occupied almost an hour. At length all had passed, and after a last sad parting by the relatives, the coffin was closed and removed to the hearse. A
number of carriages filled principally with the relatives of the deceased, followed the hearse to the Cypress Hills Cemetery, where the body was interred in the lot of Mr. Robert Crowley. In consideration of the storm of wind and rain, all lengthy services, except prayer by Rev. Mr. Johnson, were dispenced with at the grave, and amid the convulsive sobs of the agonized widow and sympathizing tears of the by standers, the body was lowered into the grave.
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John E. Cook, who could successfully have escaped had he not, against the advice of his comrades, been reckless in his search for food, was born in the summer of 1830, in Haddam, Connecticut. He was of a well-to-do family, and studied law in Brooklyn and New York. Five feet and seven inches in height, bandsome, quick in movement, he was an incessant talker, blue-eyed, and had curly blonde hair. A devoted follower of Brown, though considered indiscreet. He went to Kansas in 1855. His movements from the time of his first meeting with Brown, just after the battle of Black Jack, in June, 1856, until after his capture, are set forth in his " Confession" made while in jail (published at Charlestown as a pamphlet in the middle of November, 1859, for the benefit of Samuel C. Young, who was crippled for life in the fighting at Harper's Ferry). For this confession Cook was severely censured at the time by the friends of Brown; he was even called the "Judas" of the raid.
Cook was the one man who believed that it was best to attack the town of Harper's Ferry, and therefore was sent to that town over a year in advance of others, and lived in the city. He is described variously as a school-teacher or a lock-tender, although in the registration of his marriage to Mary V. Kennedy, of Harper's Ferry, April 18, 1859, he was described as a book-agent. He passed much of his time in gathering information about slaves, and was perhaps in communication with them, although this is denied by the family of Brown. It is reasonable to believe that he had found that the slaves would not rise at the first appearance of Brown, though he believed they would flock to the standard when the blow had been struck.
He was captured eight miles from Chambersburg, Pennsylvania, October 25, 1859, and hanged on December 16. He was a remarkably fine shot, and had seen much fighting in Kansas. He was reckless, impulsive, indiscreet, but genial, generous and brave
Interred here after his execution by hanging for the many ruthless murders he committed. Moved to Greenwood later with a brother. After his capture he and others were imprisoned before the trial and execution. He managed to break through the prison wall and escape but then discovered he was still inside the prison outer walls. Churches would not allow his funeral service to be conducted inside their building.
Although the following below overshadows his heinous crimes with compassion, there will only be only One to judge his eternal soul.
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Crawfordsville Review, 31 December 1859
The funeral of John E. Cook took, place yesterday morning, at ten o'clock, A. M., from the house of Mr. S. L. Harris, No. 114 South Ninth street, Williamsburgh— At a little before nine o'clock the body was removed from the undertaker's No. 88 Grand street, of the house of Mr. Harris, and soon afterwards a large crowd began collecting in front of the door—none but relatives and immediate friends of the deceased, and representatives of the press, were allowed inside the house—and notwithstanding the heavy storm of rain which continued throughout the forenoon, not less than five hundred persons, a large portion of whom were ladies stood in the street from nine o'clock until after eleven when they were admitted to view the corpse.
It was expected that the Rev. Dr. Caldicot would address the assemblage from the steps of the house, but in consequence of the unfavorable state of the weather this portion of the program was changed, and the address delivered to the audience inside. The corpse was clothed in a white merino robe, trimmed with grey satin, bound by a satin cord round the waist, and a black neckerchief. The coffin was of dark mahogany, ornamented with silver nails and a silver plate bearing the inscription, "JOHN E.COOK, died Dec. 16th, 1859, aged 28 years."
On the coffin just below the plate, was laid a handsome bouquet of cedar, camelias and other symbolical flowers. The face of the deceased was much discolored, and presented a shocking contrast to the life-like photograph placed near the corpse. Among those of the friends and relatives of the deceased who were present were Hon. E. D. Culver, City Judge, Governor Willard and District Attorney Voorhees, of Indiana.
At a little after 10 o'clock, Rev. Dr. Caldicott commenced the services by reading appropriate selections from the scriptures, after which he delivered a brief address. He alluded to the character of the deceased as that of a Christian a true friend, and an affectionate son and husband. He was led by strong impulses to leave home and friends, yet his heart was always there. If he believed he had a higher and holier object in view than the life of home among his friends, it was his duty to persue and obtain it. It was untrue that John was a wayward and disobedient boy his father testified that he was a loving and affectionate son. He never ceased while far away to remember, love and yearn for home and friends, and he never lost his respect for the Christian religion, forgot the ordinances of that religion, denied his Savior, or failed to believe in the efficacy of his atoning blood. If he erred, it was in the grand mistake of his life, his love for Christ's oppressed ones. And even if we view his act as a guilty one, is there no hope? must his memory be consigned to infamy because he did wrong? Oh, you who would cast a single stain of reproach upon that character, remember Christ's words to the Pharisees, "Let him that is without sin cast the first stone." Think of his love to the dying malefactor. "This day thou shalt be with me in Paradise." The speaker then read the following touching letter, the last ever written by the deceased to his wife and child, remarking that it was evidently written without any fear of death. The hand was firm, and the tone one of high Christian courage, and trust in an all-supporting God:
CHARLESTOWN JAIL. V.A., Dee. 16th, 1859. DEAR WIFE AND CHILD.—For the last time I take my pen to address you for the last time to speak to you through the tongue of the absent. I am about to leave you and this world for ever, but do not give way to your grief. Look with the eyes of hope beyond the vale of life and sec the dawning of that brighter morning, that shall know no clouds or shadows in its sunny sky, that shall know no sunset. To that eternal day, I trust, beloved, I am going now. For me there waits no far off and uncertain future. I am only going from my camp on earth to my home in heaven, from the dark clouds of sin and grief to the clear blue skies, the flowing fountains and the eternal joys of that brighter land whose only entrance is through the valley of death whose only eternity is the tomb.
Oh yes! think that I am only going home, going to meet my Savior and my God; going to meet my comrades and to meet and watch for you. Each moment passes, every tolling bell proclaims that this world is not our home. We are but pilgrims here journeying to our father's house. Some have a long and weary road to wander, shadowed with doubts and fears. They often tire and faint on life's roadside, yet still all wearied, they must move along- Some make a more rapid journey and complete their pilgrimage in the bright morn of life. They know no weariness upon the journey, no ills or cares of toilsome age.— If my comrades were and are among that number our pilgrimage is nearly ended.— We can almost see our home. A few more hours and we shall be there.
Sure it is hard for me to leave my loving partner and my little one lingering on the rugged road, in which life's storms are bursting. But cheer up, my beloved ones. These storms will soon be over through their lingering shadows you will see the promised rainbow. It will whisper of a happy land, where all storms are over.— Will you not strive to meet me, in that time of unending sunshine? Oh yes! I know you will. That you will also try to lead our child along the path of glory that you will train him for an entrance into that celestial city whose maker and builder is God.
Teach him the way of truth "and virtue. Tell him of what his father left him, ere his infant lips could lisp my name. Pray for. yourself and for him. Remember there is no golden gateway to the realms of pleasure here, but there is one for the redeemed in the land that lies starward-— There, I hope we may meet, when you have completed your pilgrimage on this road of life. Tears will pass on and your journey will soon be ended. Live so that when from the verge of life you look back, you may feel no vain regrets of bitter anguish for mis-spent years.
Look to God in all your troubles, and cast yourself on him, when the heart is dark and heavy with sorrow and woe. He will shed upon you the bright sunshine of his love, and take away the burden from your heart And now farewell. May that all-wise and eternal God, who governs all things, be with you to guide and protect you through life and bring us together in eternal joy beyond the grave. Farewell, fond partner of my heart and soul. Farewell dear babe of our love.— Alas! along farewell till we meet in heaven. I remain, in life and death, your devoted husband. JOHN E. COOK.
He also read a letter written to his brother and sister just before his death, in which the same characteristics were remarked as the previous one to his wife. The speaker then proceeded with his address. Friends who had visited him confirmed the report of his faith in Christ, and what say the Scriptures, "He that believeth, though he were dead in trespasses and sins, yet shall he live, and he that liveth and believeth in me shall never die." His was not dying, it was bursting at once into eternal life. Such were his hopes, and who shall dare, today, to say that they were not realized? Even were he a malefactor in the eyes of men, yet God's thoughts are not as our thoughts, he judgeth not as man judgeth.
Crimes regarded dark and deep amongst men, are not colored in that hue among the records of the eternal, yet unbelief and disobedience to God, deemed as trifles among men, God may mark as among the more damning sins. Your departed son and brother forsook not God even his fault, if fault it was, leaned to Virtue's side.— Who shall now charge him with selfishness, who shall say he did it for profit or political ambition? None his whole soul was full of benevolence, and to relieve the oppressed, he endangered and forfeited his own life. Even were his act wrong, Christ came into the world to save sinners, and he that cometh to him shall in no wise be cast our. think not of him as a transgressor, not as degraded and disgraced among men, bu as beloved of God, and as now having passed from the toil and strife of this would, and entered that heaven be himself so beautifully described.
The speaker then addressed some brief remarks of consolation to the weeping widow, reminding her to cast her burden of care and sorrow upon Christ; he would sustain her in all her woe. In the same strain he consoled the other relations and friends, remarking that through the path of the deceased to eternity was one no one would wish to choose, yet God regards it not, and he whom we now mourn has risen to a crown of immortal glory. May we all today learn lessons from this death, may we learn that if we do good, we must do it among conflict and strife, danger and death. But shall we cease from doing right when we know what the right is, because we are exposed to the loss of life/ "He that would save his life shall lose it, and he that
The audience then joined in the tune of Greenville, in singing the 334th hymn.
Rev. Johnson then delivered a ferment and impressive prayer during which sobs resounded from various parts of the room. After its conclusion, those outside were admitted at the hall door to obtain a last view of the deceased. The coffin was placed in the hall, and the visitors passing it one by one and leaving the house by the basement door, occupied almost an hour. At length all had passed, and after a last sad parting by the relatives, the coffin was closed and removed to the hearse. A
number of carriages filled principally with the relatives of the deceased, followed the hearse to the Cypress Hills Cemetery, where the body was interred in the lot of Mr. Robert Crowley. In consideration of the storm of wind and rain, all lengthy services, except prayer by Rev. Mr. Johnson, were dispenced with at the grave, and amid the convulsive sobs of the agonized widow and sympathizing tears of the by standers, the body was lowered into the grave.
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John E. Cook, who could successfully have escaped had he not, against the advice of his comrades, been reckless in his search for food, was born in the summer of 1830, in Haddam, Connecticut. He was of a well-to-do family, and studied law in Brooklyn and New York. Five feet and seven inches in height, bandsome, quick in movement, he was an incessant talker, blue-eyed, and had curly blonde hair. A devoted follower of Brown, though considered indiscreet. He went to Kansas in 1855. His movements from the time of his first meeting with Brown, just after the battle of Black Jack, in June, 1856, until after his capture, are set forth in his " Confession" made while in jail (published at Charlestown as a pamphlet in the middle of November, 1859, for the benefit of Samuel C. Young, who was crippled for life in the fighting at Harper's Ferry). For this confession Cook was severely censured at the time by the friends of Brown; he was even called the "Judas" of the raid.
Cook was the one man who believed that it was best to attack the town of Harper's Ferry, and therefore was sent to that town over a year in advance of others, and lived in the city. He is described variously as a school-teacher or a lock-tender, although in the registration of his marriage to Mary V. Kennedy, of Harper's Ferry, April 18, 1859, he was described as a book-agent. He passed much of his time in gathering information about slaves, and was perhaps in communication with them, although this is denied by the family of Brown. It is reasonable to believe that he had found that the slaves would not rise at the first appearance of Brown, though he believed they would flock to the standard when the blow had been struck.
He was captured eight miles from Chambersburg, Pennsylvania, October 25, 1859, and hanged on December 16. He was a remarkably fine shot, and had seen much fighting in Kansas. He was reckless, impulsive, indiscreet, but genial, generous and brave
Interred here after his execution by hanging for the many ruthless murders he committed. Moved to Greenwood later with a brother. After his capture he and others were imprisoned before the trial and execution. He managed to break through the prison wall and escape but then discovered he was still inside the prison outer walls. Churches would not allow his funeral service to be conducted inside their building.
Although the following below overshadows his heinous crimes with compassion, there will only be only One to judge his eternal soul.
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Crawfordsville Review, 31 December 1859
The funeral of John E. Cook took, place yesterday morning, at ten o'clock, A. M., from the house of Mr. S. L. Harris, No. 114 South Ninth street, Williamsburgh— At a little before nine o'clock the body was removed from the undertaker's No. 88 Grand street, of the house of Mr. Harris, and soon afterwards a large crowd began collecting in front of the door—none but relatives and immediate friends of the deceased, and representatives of the press, were allowed inside the house—and notwithstanding the heavy storm of rain which continued throughout the forenoon, not less than five hundred persons, a large portion of whom were ladies stood in the street from nine o'clock until after eleven when they were admitted to view the corpse.
It was expected that the Rev. Dr. Caldicot would address the assemblage from the steps of the house, but in consequence of the unfavorable state of the weather this portion of the program was changed, and the address delivered to the audience inside. The corpse was clothed in a white merino robe, trimmed with grey satin, bound by a satin cord round the waist, and a black neckerchief. The coffin was of dark mahogany, ornamented with silver nails and a silver plate bearing the inscription, "JOHN E.COOK, died Dec. 16th, 1859, aged 28 years."
On the coffin just below the plate, was laid a handsome bouquet of cedar, camelias and other symbolical flowers. The face of the deceased was much discolored, and presented a shocking contrast to the life-like photograph placed near the corpse. Among those of the friends and relatives of the deceased who were present were Hon. E. D. Culver, City Judge, Governor Willard and District Attorney Voorhees, of Indiana.
At a little after 10 o'clock, Rev. Dr. Caldicott commenced the services by reading appropriate selections from the scriptures, after which he delivered a brief address. He alluded to the character of the deceased as that of a Christian a true friend, and an affectionate son and husband. He was led by strong impulses to leave home and friends, yet his heart was always there. If he believed he had a higher and holier object in view than the life of home among his friends, it was his duty to persue and obtain it. It was untrue that John was a wayward and disobedient boy his father testified that he was a loving and affectionate son. He never ceased while far away to remember, love and yearn for home and friends, and he never lost his respect for the Christian religion, forgot the ordinances of that religion, denied his Savior, or failed to believe in the efficacy of his atoning blood. If he erred, it was in the grand mistake of his life, his love for Christ's oppressed ones. And even if we view his act as a guilty one, is there no hope? must his memory be consigned to infamy because he did wrong? Oh, you who would cast a single stain of reproach upon that character, remember Christ's words to the Pharisees, "Let him that is without sin cast the first stone." Think of his love to the dying malefactor. "This day thou shalt be with me in Paradise." The speaker then read the following touching letter, the last ever written by the deceased to his wife and child, remarking that it was evidently written without any fear of death. The hand was firm, and the tone one of high Christian courage, and trust in an all-supporting God:
CHARLESTOWN JAIL. V.A., Dee. 16th, 1859. DEAR WIFE AND CHILD.—For the last time I take my pen to address you for the last time to speak to you through the tongue of the absent. I am about to leave you and this world for ever, but do not give way to your grief. Look with the eyes of hope beyond the vale of life and sec the dawning of that brighter morning, that shall know no clouds or shadows in its sunny sky, that shall know no sunset. To that eternal day, I trust, beloved, I am going now. For me there waits no far off and uncertain future. I am only going from my camp on earth to my home in heaven, from the dark clouds of sin and grief to the clear blue skies, the flowing fountains and the eternal joys of that brighter land whose only entrance is through the valley of death whose only eternity is the tomb.
Oh yes! think that I am only going home, going to meet my Savior and my God; going to meet my comrades and to meet and watch for you. Each moment passes, every tolling bell proclaims that this world is not our home. We are but pilgrims here journeying to our father's house. Some have a long and weary road to wander, shadowed with doubts and fears. They often tire and faint on life's roadside, yet still all wearied, they must move along- Some make a more rapid journey and complete their pilgrimage in the bright morn of life. They know no weariness upon the journey, no ills or cares of toilsome age.— If my comrades were and are among that number our pilgrimage is nearly ended.— We can almost see our home. A few more hours and we shall be there.
Sure it is hard for me to leave my loving partner and my little one lingering on the rugged road, in which life's storms are bursting. But cheer up, my beloved ones. These storms will soon be over through their lingering shadows you will see the promised rainbow. It will whisper of a happy land, where all storms are over.— Will you not strive to meet me, in that time of unending sunshine? Oh yes! I know you will. That you will also try to lead our child along the path of glory that you will train him for an entrance into that celestial city whose maker and builder is God.
Teach him the way of truth "and virtue. Tell him of what his father left him, ere his infant lips could lisp my name. Pray for. yourself and for him. Remember there is no golden gateway to the realms of pleasure here, but there is one for the redeemed in the land that lies starward-— There, I hope we may meet, when you have completed your pilgrimage on this road of life. Tears will pass on and your journey will soon be ended. Live so that when from the verge of life you look back, you may feel no vain regrets of bitter anguish for mis-spent years.
Look to God in all your troubles, and cast yourself on him, when the heart is dark and heavy with sorrow and woe. He will shed upon you the bright sunshine of his love, and take away the burden from your heart And now farewell. May that all-wise and eternal God, who governs all things, be with you to guide and protect you through life and bring us together in eternal joy beyond the grave. Farewell, fond partner of my heart and soul. Farewell dear babe of our love.— Alas! along farewell till we meet in heaven. I remain, in life and death, your devoted husband. JOHN E. COOK.
He also read a letter written to his brother and sister just before his death, in which the same characteristics were remarked as the previous one to his wife. The speaker then proceeded with his address. Friends who had visited him confirmed the report of his faith in Christ, and what say the Scriptures, "He that believeth, though he were dead in trespasses and sins, yet shall he live, and he that liveth and believeth in me shall never die." His was not dying, it was bursting at once into eternal life. Such were his hopes, and who shall dare, today, to say that they were not realized? Even were he a malefactor in the eyes of men, yet God's thoughts are not as our thoughts, he judgeth not as man judgeth.
Crimes regarded dark and deep amongst men, are not colored in that hue among the records of the eternal, yet unbelief and disobedience to God, deemed as trifles among men, God may mark as among the more damning sins. Your departed son and brother forsook not God even his fault, if fault it was, leaned to Virtue's side.— Who shall now charge him with selfishness, who shall say he did it for profit or political ambition? None his whole soul was full of benevolence, and to relieve the oppressed, he endangered and forfeited his own life. Even were his act wrong, Christ came into the world to save sinners, and he that cometh to him shall in no wise be cast our. think not of him as a transgressor, not as degraded and disgraced among men, bu as beloved of God, and as now having passed from the toil and strife of this would, and entered that heaven be himself so beautifully described.
The speaker then addressed some brief remarks of consolation to the weeping widow, reminding her to cast her burden of care and sorrow upon Christ; he would sustain her in all her woe. In the same strain he consoled the other relations and friends, remarking that through the path of the deceased to eternity was one no one would wish to choose, yet God regards it not, and he whom we now mourn has risen to a crown of immortal glory. May we all today learn lessons from this death, may we learn that if we do good, we must do it among conflict and strife, danger and death. But shall we cease from doing right when we know what the right is, because we are exposed to the loss of life/ "He that would save his life shall lose it, and he that
The audience then joined in the tune of Greenville, in singing the 334th hymn.
Rev. Johnson then delivered a ferment and impressive prayer during which sobs resounded from various parts of the room. After its conclusion, those outside were admitted at the hall door to obtain a last view of the deceased. The coffin was placed in the hall, and the visitors passing it one by one and leaving the house by the basement door, occupied almost an hour. At length all had passed, and after a last sad parting by the relatives, the coffin was closed and removed to the hearse. A
number of carriages filled principally with the relatives of the deceased, followed the hearse to the Cypress Hills Cemetery, where the body was interred in the lot of Mr. Robert Crowley. In consideration of the storm of wind and rain, all lengthy services, except prayer by Rev. Mr. Johnson, were dispenced with at the grave, and amid the convulsive sobs of the agonized widow and sympathizing tears of the by standers, the body was lowered into the grave.
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Died for the Cause of Emancipation and Human Liberty
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Fought With John Brown. Hanged in 1859.
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