them with the best motives) to extol the merits of the Colonization Society, and increase its funds.
A very small number will spend the day in sadness and supplication, on account of the horrible oppression which is exercised over the bodies and souls of two millions of the rational creatures of God, in this boasted land of liberty.
I have been appointed, by the New-England Anti-Slavery Society, to deliver an address in this city on the 4th of July, on the subject of slavery.
Although the most strenuous exertions have been made by a committee to procure a meeting-house in which to have the address delivered, up to this hour they have not been able to succeed, and probably we must resort to a hall.
Tell it not at the South!
Publish it not in the capital of Georgia!
The address was in fact delivered in Boylston Hall, and afterwards on the same day at Lynn
It was 1
remarked that, contrary to the usage of the time, the Rev. Joshua N. Danforth
, an agent of the Colonization Society, who officiated on the previous Sunday
at the Essex-Street Church
, refused to read the printed notice of the address.
Twelve days later, in the one church sure to open its doors to him, the Baptist Church in Belknap Street, Mr. Garrison
delivered another address, on the ‘Progress of the Abolition Cause
,’ before the African Abolition Freehold Society
, in commemoration of the Act of Parliament, in 1807, making the slave trade piracy.
In this discourse, afterwards printed by request, occurs a striking apostrophe to Clarkson
and 2 Wilberforce
, and the following personal passages:
Last year, I felt as if I were fighting single-handed against3 the great enemy; now I see around me a host of valiant warriors, armed with weapons of an immortal temper, whom nothing can daunt, and who are pledged to the end of the contest.
The number is increasing with singular rapidity.
The standard which has been lifted up in Boston is attracting the gaze of the nation, and inspiring the drooping hearts of thousands with hope and courage.
As for myself, whatever may be my fate—whether I fall4 in the spring-time of manhood by the hand of the assassin, or be immured in a Georgia cell, or be permitted to live to a ripe old age—I know that the success of your cause depends