And now let the freemen of America speak, and the work will be done. A great day is at hand; hasten it. The hour which sees this Union re-united will witness the most glorious triumph of humanity,--the greatest step towards realizing the social aim of Christianity, and of Him who died for all,--the recognition of the rights of every one. Onward! * * * * * BROWN'S LECTURE TOUR. I.--HOW HE CAME TO DO IT. My last speculation had proved a failure. I was left with a stock of fifty impracticable washing-machines on my hands, and a cash capital of forty-four cents. With the furniture of my room, these constituted my total assets. I had an unsettled account of forty dollars with Messrs. Roller & Ems, printers, for washing-machine circulars, cards, etc.; and-- Rap, rap, rap! [_Enter boy_.] 'Mr. Peck says as how you'll please call around to his office and settle up this afternoon, sure.' [_Exit boy_.] _New York, Nov. 30, 1859_. Mr. GREEN D. BROWN, _TO_ JOHN PECK, _Dr_. _To Rent of Room to date_ $9 00 _Rec'd Pay't_, I came to the emphatic conclusion that I was 'hard up.' I kept bachelor's hall in Franklin Street, in apartments not altogether sumptuous, yet sufficiently so for my purposes,--to wit, to sit in and to sleep in; and inasmuch as I took my meals amid the gilded splendors of the big saloon on the corner of Broadway, I was not disposed to reproach myself with squalor. Yet the articles of furniture in my room were so far removed, separately or in the aggregate, from anything like the superfluous, that when I calmly deliberated what to part with, there was nothing which struck me as a luxury or a comfort as distinct from a necessary of life. I took a second mental inventory: two common chairs, a table, a mirror, a rocking-chair, a bed, a lounge, and a single picture on the wall. I declare, thought I, here's nothing to spare. But things were getting to a crisis. I must 'make a raise,' somehow. Borrow? Ah, certainly--where was the benevolent moneyed individual? My credit had gone with my cash; both were sunk in the washing-machines. I lighted my pipe, and surveyed my household goods once more. There was the picture: couldn't I do without that? Possibly. But that picture I had had--let me see--fifteen, yes, sixteen years. That picture was a third prize for excellence in declamation, presented me at the school exhibition in ---- Street, when I was twelve years old. That was in 1843, and here, on the first of December, 1859, I sat deliberately meditating its sale for paltry bread and butter!