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Mary Thacher Higginson, Thomas Wentworth Higginson: the story of his life, V: the call to preach (search)
on of the Union. . . . To Disunion I now subscribe in the full expectation that a time is coming which may expose to obloquy and danger even the most insignificant of the adherents to such a cause. In the following spring, describing to his mother a series of meetings, Unitarian, Anti-Slavery, and Association, of which he had chiefly attended the Anti-Slavery ones, Higginson said:— The most interesting and moving speech of all I have heard this week was by an old colored woman, Mrs. Thompson of Bangor, at one of the AntiSlav-ery meetings in Faneuil Hall. This old lady rose among the crowd and began to speak—all stood up to gaze on her, but she undaunted fixed her eyes on the chairman and burst out into a most ardent, eloquent and beautiful tribute of gratitude from herself and her race to Garrison who came truly in a dark hour she said; her style was peculiar, tinctured strongly with methodistical expressions and scripture allusions, but her voice was clear and her languag
Mary Thacher Higginson, Thomas Wentworth Higginson: the story of his life, X: a ride through Kansas (search)
. I can always be seen at the City Hotel, or at Mr. Thompson's Negro-yard, No. 67, Locust St., St. Louis, Mo.house in this city. Please to give me a call. Corbin Thompson. I took an early opportunity to call on MrMr. Corbin Thompson. I found him in the doorway of a little wooden office, like a livery-stable office in one ofuiousness and impudence so common among slaves. Mr. Thompson answered all questions very readily. The Negroe patron of my host. After a moment's private talk Thompson went out, while the gentleman said abruptly to me,ty Government, and living a little out of town. Thompson came in and shook his head. Can't let Negroes to hole story in a nutshell. Nonsense, gals, said Thompson; your mother'll be up here, maybe, some day. (Pl bargain was finally struck for Martha, quite to Mr. Thompson's chagrin, who evidently hoped to sell Sue, and , is n't it? I forgot to mention that I asked Mr. Thompson, out of the dozen children in his yard, how many