[193] him, which was also intended for me. A committee of twenty white and colored friends, with a colored band of music, who had sat up all night till 3 o'clock in the morning, met him1 to welcome him to the place, and to discourse eloquent music to him. Of course, they were greatly disappointed at my not coming at that time. I arrived towards evening, entirely exhausted, but soon2 recovered myself by a good warm bath. A meeting had been held in the afternoon in the Temperance Hall, which was ably addressed by Douglass. In the evening, we held one together in the same place, crowded to overflowing.—[August 13.] Yesterday, Friday [Thursday], we held three large meetings, two3 of them in the open air, and concluded last night with the greatest enthusiasm. I have seen nothing like to it on this side of the Atlantic. The place seems to be electrified, and the hearts of many are leaping for joy. This morning, Saturday [Friday], we are off for New Brighton, where we are to have a meeting this afternoon,4 and others to-morrow. I have not a moment of time, scarcely, left to myself. Company without end—meetings continuously from day to day—little or no sleep—it is [with] the greatest difficulty I can find time to send you a single line in regard to my tour. As for the Liberator, I cannot give any sketch for the public eye, but hope to be able to do so in a few days.
W. L. Garrison to his Wife.Youngstown [Ohio], Aug. 16, 1847.5 I scribbled a few hasty lines for you at Pittsburgh, just before leaving that busy, though dingy and homely city—a city which so closely resembles the manufacturing towns in England that I almost fancied I was once more on the other side of the Atlantic. So, too, the enthusiasm manifested at our meetings was altogether in the English style. For example, at the close6 of our last meeting, three tremendous cheers were given to Douglass, three for Foster, and three for myself. Everything7 passed off in the most spirited and agreeable manner. On Friday, we took the steamer for Beaver, on the Ohio8 River, . . . and from thence rode to New Brighton in an omnibus, some three or four miles, accompanied by several of our colored Pittsburgh friends—J. B. Vashon and son (George B.), Dr. Peck, Dr. Delaney (editor of the Mystery, black as jet,9
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