Saturday morning dawned over Brooklyn Heights in breathtaking splendor. The sky was an immaculate, cloudless azure, and the crisp autumn air was filled with the vibrant golden light of mid-November. By ten o'clock, the historic cobblestone block of Orange Street outside Plymouth Church—the legendary nineteenth-century sanctuary where Henry Ward Beecher had preached freedom and Abraham Lincoln had worshipped—was packed with hundreds of well-wishers, maritime workers, and civic leaders. Police escorts…
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