Francis Jackson Garrison, William Lloyd Garrison, 1805-1879; the story of his life told by his children: volume 2

[386] What name shall be given to our new comer? is the question. I will not attempt to decide, until my return. Elizabeth Neall says, Call him Charles Follen Garrison. Lucretia Mott and bro. Rogers think the name should be Edmund Quincy Garrison. There are many dear friends, and many good names, from which to make a selection. The lock of hair forwarded by bro. J. is pronounced by all to be very¹ beautiful, and I gaze upon it with rapturous delight. The babe is a boy—ah! you are disappointed, and so am I; for we had both fondly hoped that it would prove to be a girl. But the gift is none the less precious, and I am thankful, very thankful for it. Bro. J. intimates that the lad has uncommonly good lungs, and thinks he may be heard almost across the Atlantic. He begins early to make a noise in the world. O that I had him in my arms to smother him (not quite) with kisses!. . . .

I had made up my mind to return to-morrow in the steamer Britannia, which sails from Liverpool for Boston; but, at the solicitations of the British friends, and especially to gratify dear Rogers, who wishes to see Scotland before his return, I have concluded to stay another month, and (Deo volente) shall sail from Liverpool for Boston in the steamer Acadia, on the 4th of August; so that I shall hope to embrace you by the 20th of next month. After the receipt of this, therefore, it will be useless to send me any letters or papers, as I shall have left for home before their arrival. Along with bro. J.'s letter came a Liberator of June 12th, which was a real treat. I have also received a copy of the Anti-Slavery Reporter,² and of the Emancipator of 12th ult. Bro. Rogers is exceedingly anxious to hear from his wife, and to get hold of a copy of the Herald of Freedom. The intelligence of the victory over ‘new organization’³ in New Hampshire makes him feel twenty years younger. I do not believe he can be induced to leave his Granite Hills, and take charge of the Anti-Slavery Standard. He shrinks from the post, on account of its vast responsibility, but especially because of his strong attachment for his native State. Our friends will do well to have some other person in view, in case he cannot be induced to leave his little Herald. I shall do what I can to locate him in New York.

Nearly all our party are stopping at the same house. We have more invitations than we can meet, and can find no time either to read or write,—scarcely any to sleep. I am completely