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Julia Ward Howe's (sketched below) "Appeal to Womanhood Throughout the World" called for women throughout the World to unite for Peace.

"Appeal to Womanhood"  was Howe's response, as a pacifist, to the American Civil War and the Franco-Prussian War.

 

Howe's "Appeal"  stemmed from her feminist beliefs  that women had responsibilities to shape Society at the political level.

 

In 1872, Howe began the movement for a "Mother's Day for Peace." 

She was unsuccessful.  However, Anna Jarvis (see photo below) succeeded the following Century.  

Anna Jarvis, Mother's Day for Peace

Appeal to

Womanhood

Throughout the World

 

Julia Ward Howe, 1870  (Click HERE for further informatiion about Howe)

Again, in the sight of the Christian world, have the skill and power of two great nations exhausted themselves in mutual murder.
 
Again have the sacred questions of international justice been committed to the fatal mediation of military weapons.
 
In this day of progress, in this century of light, the ambition of rulers has been allowed to barter the dear interests of domestic life for the bloody exchanges of the battle field.
 
Thus men have done.  Thus men will do.
But, women need no longer be made a party to proceedings which fill the globe with grief and horror. Despite the assumptions of physical force, the mother has a sacred and commanding word to say to the sons who owe their life to her suffering. That word should now be heard, and answered to as never before.
Arise, then, Christian women of this day!  
 
Arise, all women who have hearts, Whether your baptism be that of water or of tears! Say firmly:  We will not have great questions decided by irrelevant agencies.

 

Our husbands shall not come to us, reeking with carnage, for caresses and applause.

 

Our sons shall not be taken from us to unlearn all that we have been able to teach them of charity, mercy and patience.
 
We, women of one country, will be too tender of those of another country, to allow our sons to be trained to injure theirs.
 
From the bosom of the devastated earth a voice goes up with our own. It says: Disarm, disarm!
 
The sword of murder is not the balance of justice.  Blood does not wipe out dishonor, nor violence vindicate possession. As men have often forsaken the plough and the anvil at the summons of war, let women now leave all that may be left of home for a great and earnest day of council.

Let them meet first, as women, to bewail and commemorate the dead.  Let them then solemnly take council with each other as to the means whereby the great human family can live in peace, man as the brother of man, each bearing after his own kind the sacred impress, not of Caesar, but of God.
In the name of womanhood and of humanity, I earnestly ask that a general congress of women, without limit of nationality, may be appointed and held at some place deemed most convenient, and at the earliest period consistent with its objects, to promote the alliance of the different nationalities, the amicable settlement of international questions, the great and general interests of peace.

JULIA WARD HOWE - BIOGRAPHY

Julia Ward Howe was a pacifist, feminist, president of the Association for the Advancement of Women, co-founder of General Federation of Women’s Clubs, twice president of the Massachusetts Woman Suffrage Association, president of the New England Woman Suffrage Association, director of the General Federation of Women’s Clubs, and head of the Massachusetts Federation of Women’s Clubs.

 

In 1908, Ms. Howe was the first woman to be elected to the American Academy of Arts and Letters, a society dedicated to "foster, assist, and sustain excellence" in American literature, music, and art.

Ms. Howe is well known for "borrowing"/"stealing"/or "rewriting," choose your preference, the Abolitionist movement's anthem, "John Brown's Body," (see below) into order to convert it into "The Battle Hymn of the Republic," (see below), after she and her husband visited Abraham Lincoln at the White House in November 1861.  The song was set to William Steffe's already-existing  Abolitionists' music and Howe's version was published in Atlantic Monthly (see below) in February 1862.  It quickly became a popular with the "Union" side, during the American Civil War, or "War Between the States."

 Use of Confederate Gen. Robert E. Lee's rural  estate, across the Potomac River from

Washington, D.C., became both controversial and essential;

 as  cemetaries overflowed with dead soldiers' corpses,  posing severe health hazards as they rotted.

 Mrs. Lee's garden was excavated and filled with remains of 2,111 bodies. 

 Freed slaves from the Lee Estate remained on the premises and a sprawling "Freedmen's Village"  of  1,500 sprang to life; complete with new frame houses, schools, churches and development of farms; upon  which Gen. Lee's former slaves grew food for Union soldiers.  

 

 

 

John Brown, Abolishionist

Mother's Day  for Peace 

was successfully accomplished by

Anna Jarvis

 (hyperlinked) 

 

 

John Brown (click HERE)

(May 9, 1800 – December 2, 1859) 

     John Brown was a United States abolitionist who believed armed insurrection was the only way to overthrow the disgrace of slavery in the United States.

     In 1856, Brown commanded forces at the anti-slavery Battle of Black Jack and the anti-slavery Battle of Osawatomie in Kansas.

     In 1859, Brown led an unsuccessful raid on the federal armory at Harpers Ferry, Virginia; later to become anti-slavery West Virginia, after seceding from pro-slavery Virgina.

     Brown's multi-racial group totaled 21 men;

16 white and five African-American.  One of the 21 men was a fugitive slave.  During this inter-racial cooperation, assisting fugitive slaves was a major offense against the United States' Federal Fugitive Slave Acts.

     Brown's trial resulted in his conviction and a sentence of death by hanging, both receiving massive publicity.

     Brown's armed liberationist movement joined enslaved African-Americans with fugitive slaves, freed African-Americans, and rapidly-increasing white abolitionists.

     Many his/herstorians consider the John Brown's Raid upon, or Battle at Harpers Ferry, Virginia (immediately thereafter: West Virgnia) as the Torch with which the Nation's long-festered enormous slavery powder keg was blown wide open. 

"JOHN BROWN'S BODY"

 

"John Brown's Body" (originally known as "John Brown's Song") is a United States marching song about abolitionist John Brown.

    Say, Brothers

    Say, brothers, will you meet us (3x)

    On Canaan's happy shore.

    Glory, glory, hallelujah (3x)

    For ever, evermore!

 

    By the grace of God we'll meet you (3x)

    Where parting is no more.

 

    Jesus lives and reigns forever (3x)

    On Canaan's happy shore.

    John Brown's body lies a-mouldrin' in the grave; (3X)

    His soul's marching on!

        (Chorus)

        Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah!

        Glory, glory, hallelujah! his soul's marching on!

 

    He's gone to be a soldier in the army of the Lord! (3X)

    His soul's marching on!

 

        Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah!

        Glory, glory, hallelujah! his soul's marching on!

 

    John Brown's knapsack is strapped upon his back! (3X)

    His soul's marching on!

 

        Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah!

        Glory, glory, hallelujah! his soul's marching on!

    His pet lambs will meet him on the way; (3X)

    They go marching on!

        Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah!

        Glory, glory, hallelujah! his soul's marching on!

    They will hang Jeff Davis to a sour apple tree! (3X)

    As they march along!

 

        Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah!

        Glory, glory, hallelujah! his soul's marching on!

 

    Now, three rousing cheers for the Union; (3X)

    As we are marching on!

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"JOHN BROWN'S BODY"

(Version by William Weston Patton):

   

    Old John Brown’s body lies moldering in the grave,

    While weep the sons of bondage whom he ventured all to save;

    But tho he lost his life while struggling for the slave,

    His soul is marching on.

        Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah!

        Glory, glory, hallelujah! his soul's marching on!

    John Brown was a hero, undaunted, true and brave,

    And Kansas knows his valor when he fought her rights to save;

    Now, tho the grass grows green above his grave,

    His soul is marching on.

        Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah!

        Glory, glory, hallelujah! his soul's marching on!

    He captured Harper’s Ferry, with his nineteen men so few,

    And frightened "Old Virginny" till she trembled thru and thru;

    They hung him for a traitor, they themselves the traitor crew,

    But his soul is marching on.

 

        Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah!

        Glory, glory, hallelujah! his soul's marching on!

 

    John Brown was John the Baptist of the Christ we are to see,

    Christ who of the bondmen shall the Liberator be,

    And soon thruout the Sunny South the slaves shall all be free,

    For his soul is marching on.

 

        Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah!

        Glory, glory, hallelujah! his soul's marching on!

 

    The conflict that he heralded he looks from heaven to view,

    On the army of the Union with its flag red, white and blue.

    And heaven shall ring with anthems o’er the deed they mean to do,

    For his soul is marching on.

        Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah!

        Glory, glory, hallelujah! his soul's marching on!

    Ye soldiers of Freedom, then strike, while strike ye may,

    The death blow of oppression in a better time and way,

    For the dawn of old John Brown has brightened into day,

    And his soul is marching on.

 

        Glory, glory, hallelujah! Glory, glory, hallelujah!

        Glory, glory, hallelujah! his soul's marching on!

"THE BATTLE HYMN OF THE REPUBLIC"

      (Julia Ward Howe, first published "The Battle Hymn of the Republic" in the February 1862 issue of the Atlantic Monthly magazine).

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord;

He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored;

He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword:

His truth is marching on.

 

(Chorus)

Glory, glory, hallelujah!

Glory, glory, hallelujah!

Glory, glory, hallelujah!

His truth is marching on.

 

I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps,

They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;

I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps:

His day is marching on.

 

(Chorus)

Glory, glory, hallelujah!

Glory, glory, hallelujah!

Glory, glory, hallelujah!

His day is marching on.

 

I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel:

"As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal";

Let the Hero, born of woman, crush serphant with his heel,

Since God is marching on.

 

(Chorus)

Glory, glory, hallelujah!

Glory, glory, hallelujah!

Glory, glory, hallelujah!

Since God is marching on.

 

He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat;

He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat;

Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! Be jubilant, my feet!

Our God is marching on.

 

(Chorus)

Glory, glory, hallelujah!

Glory, glory, hallelujah!

Glory, glory, hallelujah!

Our God is marching on.

 

In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,

With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me.

As He died to make men holy, let us die* to make men free,

While God is marching on.

 

(Chorus)

Glory, glory, hallelujah!

Glory, glory, hallelujah!

Glory, glory, hallelujah!

While God is marching on.

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Editor's Notes concerning Howe:

1.  * Beginning with the 1950s and 1960s Civil Rights Movements, modern recordings of the "Battle Hymn of the Republic" sometimes utilize a different lyric of conclusion:

"As He died to make men holy, let us live to make men free." The original lyric, penned by Julia Ward Howe, reads:  "As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free"

2.  Howe's original manuscript differed slightly from the published version. Most significantly, it included this final verse:

He is coming like the glory of the morning on the wave, 

He is Wisdom to the mighty, He is Succour to the brave, 

So the World shall be His Footstool,

and the Soul of Time His Slave, 

Our God is marching on. 

 

(Chorus) 

Glory, glory, hallelujah! 

Glory, glory, hallelujah! 

Glory, glory, hallelujah. 

Our God is marching on. 

 

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 Robert M. Poole's "On Hallowed Ground," (2009) (Click HERE), covers the above situation  thoroughly and admirably.  Mr. Poole also published a condensed version in Smithsonian Magazine,  November, 2009, 

 (Please click HERE).

 Thanks to the Syracuse Cultural Workers for helping this piece. Check them out at:  https://www.syracuseculturalworkers.com  

 

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