The Complete Works of Brann, the Iconoclast — Volume 12Brann, William Cowper
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The Complete Works of Brann, the Iconoclast — Volume 12
Brann, William Cowper
Brann, William Cowper, 1855-1898; Essays; Reformers
His enemies held prayer-meetings, invoking divine aid
for the fool's conversion--or extinction. One man quoted
David's prayer concerning Shimmei: "bring thou down
his hoar head to the grave in blood!" And others still,
prayed, "let his children be fatherless and his wife a
widow."
But still the fool flourished his bauble.
Then they shot him.
That hand which wrote the most Carlylean phrase of
any in America is cold and stiff. That teeming brain
which held a larger vocabulary than that of any man in
America is only clay that might stop a hole to keep the
wind away. That soul through which surged thoughts
too great for speech has gone a-journeying.
Brann is dead.
No more shall we see that lean, clean, homely face,
with its melancholy smile. No more shall we hear the fool
eloquently, and oh! so foolishly, plead the cause of the
weak, the unfortunate, the vicious. No more shall we
behold the tears of pity glisten in those sad eyes as his
heart was wrung by the tale of suffering and woe.
His children are fatherless, his wife a widow.
Brann the Fool is dead.--The Mirror.
April 14th, 1898.
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WILLIAM COWPER BRANN.
BY J. D. SHAW.
William Cowper Brann was born in Humboldt Township,
Coles County, Illinois, January 4, 1855. He was
not raised in the home of his parents, though his father,
Rev. Noble Brann, survived him, and is still living. His
mother having died when he was two and a half years old,
he was within the next six months placed in the care of
Mr. William Hawkins, a Coles County farmer, with whom
he lived about ten years. As to his childhood experiences
on the Hawkins' farm nothing is now known. They were
probably such as are common to children raised in the
country. Of Mr. Hawkins he always spoke kindly, referring
to him as "Pa Hawkins." His nature was not suited
to farm life, however, and he finally made up his mind
to see more of the world, hence without ever having
disclosed his resolution to any one, he quietly walked away
one dark and cheerless night, carrying in a small box under
his arm all that he then possessed, and leaving behind him
the friends of his childhood in the only place he had ever
known as his home, thus entering upon the active struggle
of life at thirteen years of age, without friends, destitute
of means, and almost entirely uneducated.
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