, lived for more than a year “chiefly upon bread and milk, a few cakes and a little fruit, obtained from a baker's shop opposite and a petty cake and fruit shop in the basement, and were sometimes on short commons at that.”
Here they worked fourteen hours a day at the manual labor of their enterprise.
was at this time only six-and-twenty, and he had just been released from Baltimore
jail, where his sympathy for the slave had placed him. He had no money, no subscribers, and scarcely a friend, but he procured some well-worn, second-hand type, and went forward against the Goliath of slavery with the calm assurance of a David “choosing him five smooth stones out of the brook.”
And indeed the language which he holds differs not essentially from that of the Hebrew shepherd.
Thus spake David: “Thou comest to me with a sword and with a spear and with a shield, but I come to thee in the name of the Lord
of Hosts; . . . this day will the Lord
deliver thee into my hand.”
In the first number of his journal the penniless and friendless Garrison
delivered himself as follows:
I determined at every hazard to lift up the standard of emancipation in the eyes of the nation within sight of Bunker Hill and in the birthplace of liberty.
That standard is now unfurled, and long may it