When peace within the bosom reigns,The above stanzas he wrote the next morning on the walls of his cell. Besides this one he made two other inscriptions there, to stand as memorabilia of the black drama enacted in Boston on the afternoon of October 21, 1835. After being put through the solemn farce of an examination in a court, extemporized in the jail, Garrison was discharged from arrest as a disturber of the peace! But the authorities, dreading a repetition of the scenes of the day before, prayed him to leave the city for a few days, which he did, a deputy sheriff driving him to Canton, where he boarded the train from Boston to Providence, containing his wife, and together they went thence to her father's at Brooklyn,
And conscience gives th' approving voice;
Though bound the human form in chains,
Yet can the soul aloud rejoice.
'Tis true, my footsteps are confined-
I cannot range beyond this cell--
But what can circumscribe my mind,
To chain the winds attempt as well!
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Here the reformer safe from the wrath of his foes, was locked in a cell; and here, during the evening, with no abatement of his customary cheerfulness and serenity of spirit, he received several of his anxious friends, Whittier among them, whom through the grated bars he playfully accosted thus: “You see my accommodations are so limited, that I cannot ask you to spend the night with me.”
That night in his prison cell, and on his rude prison bed, he slept the sleep of the just man, sweet and long:
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