ncy in Faneuil Hall on Mr. Garrison's return, touching these coincidences of Clarkson and Wilberforce (Lib. 16: 202). It is a fact for a poet to celebrate, wrote S. J. May to his friend on his return, that you should have been in England to attend the burial of Clarkson, as you were of his co-worker Wilberforce.
Lib. 16.194. But inism is as odious in this country as infidelity is in ours; but, thus far, those who have most zealously espoused my mission have been the Unitarians.
To S. J. May Mr. Garrison wrote from Boston on Dec. 19, 1846 (Ms.): I am under great obligations to Francis Bishop, William James, H. Solly, Philip Carpenter, George Harris, his morning, dear Helen presented me with a new-comer into this breathing world,—a daughter,—and the finest babe ever yet born in Boston!
On Dec. 19 he informed S. J. May (Ms.) that the little girl had been named Elizabeth Pease.
Wendell Phillips wrote to her namesake on Jan. 31, 1847 (Ms.): Garrison's child is a nice, healthy, d