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Mourn not my friends his untimely fate, for he was a willing sacrifice on the alter of Freedom.  He has gone, but not lost.  He will live in the hearts of his friends untill memory ceases to cling to that which is pure in heart enobling in purpose and Brave in every act

I will not stop here but history shall tell his tale to future generations giving to them the pattern of a [[underscored]]Man[[/underscored]]  I have been laboring ever since in the States to get a party to go back with me.  Has he no friends to go & do battle for which he fell a myrtre?  If so I'll take them to the spot where he yielded

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his, young, useful life that Freedom [[strikethrough]]that[[/strikethough]] might live.  I intend to come into that part of the State ere long when I will visit you.  Take comfort for he died that Libirty might come to the oppressed people of Kansas and in the future they'll gather about his tomb and from their hearts will say
"Green be the turf above thee;
"Thou friend of my better days,
"None knew the but to love thee"
"None named the but to praise"
Ever wishing to be remembered kindly as his [[underscored]]friend[[/underscored]] most sincerely
I am Yours &c
James F. Legate[[end page]]
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