they soon showed that they did not care on whom they vented their wrath, provided only that it was on an Abolitionist.
At last they broke in through the door of the Anti-Slavery Society office, where Garrison
was calmly writing a letter.
Some constables succeeded, however, in getting the rioters out of the house before further violence was done, and the mayor, going to the meeting-room, ordered the ladies to leave the building, as he would be unable to protect them longer.
They adjourned accordingly to the house of one of their number, marching out two and two, each white woman taking a colored one with her. “When we emerged into the open daylight,” says one of the number, “there went up a roar of rage and contempt.
They slowly gave way as we came out. As far as we could look either way the crowd extendedevidently of the so-called ‘wealthy and respectable,’ ‘the moral worth,’ the ‘influence and standing.’
was now the cry. “We must have Garrison
Out with him!
The mob demanded that the antislavery society signboard be removed.
The mayor at once ordered it to be taken down, and it was speedily torn to pieces.
The mayor now besought Garrison
to escape by the rear of the building, and the latter, preceded by a friend, dropped from a back window on the