That hundreds of slaves were ready, and would have joined in the work, had Captain Brown’s sympathies not been aroused in favor of the families of his prisoners, and that a very different result would have been seen, in consequence, there is no question. There was abundant opportunity for him and the party to leave a place in which they held entire sway and possession, before the arrival of the troops. And so cowardly were the slaveholders, proper, that from Colonel Lewis Washington, the descendant of the Father of his Country, General George Washington, they were easily taken prisoners. They had not pluck enough to fight, nor to use the well-loaded arms in their possession, but were concerned rather in keeping a whole skin by parleying, or in spilling cowardly tears, to excite pity, as did Colonel Washington, and in that way escape merited punishment. No, the conduct of the slaves was beyond all praise; and could our brave old Captain have steeled his heart against the entreaties of his captives, or shut up the fountain of his sympathies against their families--could he, for the moment, have forgotten them, in the selfish thought of his own friends and kindred, or, by adhering to the original plan, have left the place, and thus looked forward to the prospective freedom of the slave--hundreds ready and waiting would have been armed before twenty-four hours had elapsed. As it was, even the noble old man’s mistakes were productive of great good, the fact of which the future historian will record, without the embarrassment attending its present narration. John Brown did not only capture and hold Harper’s Ferry for twenty hours, but he held the whole South. He captured President Buchanan and his Cabinet, convulsed the whole country, killed Governor Wise, and dug the mine and laid the train which will eventually dissolve the union between Freedom and Slavery. The rebound reveals the truth. So let it be! [From the New York Tribune.] HOW OLD JOHN BROWN TOOK HARPER’S FERRY. A BALLAD FOR THE TIMES. [_Containing ye True History of ye Great Virginia Fright._] John Brown in Kansas settled, like a steadfast Yankee farmer, Brave and godly, with four sons--all stalwart men of might; There he spoke aloud for Freedom, and the Border-strife grew warmer, Till the Rangers fired his dwelling, in his absence in the night-- And Old Brown, Osawatomie Brown, Came homeward in the morning, to find his house burned down. Then he grasped his trusty rifle, and boldly fought for Freedom; Smote from border unto border the fierce invading band; And he and his brave boys vowed--so might Heaven help and speed ’em!-- They would save those grand old prairies from the curse that blights the land; And Old Brown, Osawatomie Brown, Said--“Boys, the Lord will aid us!” and he shoved his ramrod down.