heighten her charms and allure by outwardattractions.’1
Deep and genuine affection, modesty and self-respect determined her behavior on this and on every other occasion.
The short hours spent together in rambles up the romantic Gray Mare hill
which overhangs the little valley, or in the privacy of evening, or in the common intercourse of the amiable household, confirmed them in the wisdom and sacredness of their new relation.
Other interviews, on Mr. Garrison
's return to Boston
(in May) and again in July, pleasantly interrupted and stimulated their ardent correspondence.
At last the wedding was fixed for Thursday, September 4, when the ceremony was feelingly performed by Mr. May
All the appointments were plain and unostentatious.
Wine of course was absent from the feast, and even cake was not provided, both bride and groom feeling the importance of their example to the colored population, whose interest in the event would naturally be keen2
As for the enemies of that race, accustomed to denounce Mr. Garrison
as an amalgamationist, they were playfully informed in advance that they would soon ‘be3
enabled to decide whether the editor of the Liberator
is to espouse a white or a black woman.’
On the nuptial day, the journey for Boston
was begun in carriages by way of Worcester
, the couple being accompanied by Mr. Garrison
's aunt Newell, his mother's youngest sister, the only one of his relatives present at the wedding.
On the 5th, housekeeping began in ‘Freedom's Cottage,’ on Bower St., near Walnut St., Roxbury
, in which Mr. Garrison
had boarded during the first part