his way to Ireland
, ‘in company with an Irish female partisan,’ but would find that O'Connell
's speech had reached Dublin
before him), Mr. Garrison
's mission seemed ended.
, however, which had brought him to England
in season to witness the passage1
by Parliament of the bill emancipating 800,000 slaves in the British West Indies
, had in store for him an even more precious privilege.
Three days after the reading of the bill for the second time in the House of Commons (July 26）2 Wilberforce
breathed his last in London
, and a week later still (August 5) his remains were interred in Westminster Abbey
by the side of Fox
In the unexampled train of mourners, behind ‘princes of the blood-royal, prelates of the church, members of both3
Houses of Parliament, many of England
's proudest nobility, and representatives of the intellect, virtue, philanthropy, and industry of the land’—behind Wellington
, Morpeth, Fowell Buxton
, the Grattans—walked with his friend George Thompson
the editor of the Liberator
, the least observed and the least known of the funeral procession, yet the one upon whom, if upon any one, Wilberforce
's mantle had fallen, and whose prominence in this historic scene must grow with the shifting perspective of time.
On Saturday, the 18th of August, Mr. Garrison
embarked from London
in the packet-ship Hannibal
, Capt. Hebard
, for the United States
At the end of a week Portsmouth
was reached, and farewell letters despatched4
to his English friends, who had generously supplemented the deficiency of his travelling credit.
Five weeks more must elapse5
before he could set foot on his native soil, where a reception awaited him as opposite as possible to that which he had met with in England