that all they want is one from Boston, to show the discontented ones at home that it can be done; and our merchants groan at the trade they lose by the hatred the South bears us because she has not yet brought Boston under. Our business streets are markedly quiet. But we hope the same spirit is alive as laughed to scorn the mother country shutting up our harbor to1 starve us into compliance. Webster, too (like your Lord North), the infamous New Hampshire renegade, threatens to line our streets with soldiers.2 We've seen none, opposed to us, since the redcoats; the Government, which wishes to succeed to the hatred they earned for their employers, had better send us their successors. I need not enlarge on this; but the long evening sessions— debates about secret escapes—plans to evade where we can't resist—the door watched that no spy may enter—the whispering consultations of the morning—some putting property out of their hands, planning to incur penalties, and planning also that, in case of conviction, the Government may get nothing from them—the doing, and answering no questions— intimates forbearing to ask the knowledge which it may be dangerous to have—all remind one of those foreign scenes which have hitherto been known to us, transatlantic republicans, only in books. Yet we enjoy ourselves richly, and I doubt whether more laughing is done anywhere than in anti-slavery3 parlors. We meet sometimes in an establishment whose noble owner had a slave in his employ, and kept him amid 100 workmen who resolved to receive the marshal á la Haynau and4 the brewers, if he made the arrest; and let it be known that the establishment had constantly on hand hot water and cold, some dirty and some clean. The marshal5 offered to make the arrest if the claimant would precede and point out the man. The claimant declined, went to Washington, complained, and it was during the marshal's absence to answer that complaint that6 Shadrach was rescued from his deputy. Buffum was boasting, rather unadvisedly, while he was7 giving bail for Lewis Hayden,8 that he heard Shadrach pray while
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Table of Contents:
Chapter 1 : re-formation and Reanimation.��� 1841 .
Chapter 2 : the Irish address.��� 1842 .
Chapter 3 : the covenant with death. ��� 1843 .
Chapter 4 : no union with slaveholders! ��� 1844 .
Chapter 5 : Texas .��� 1845 .
Chapter 6 : third mission to England .��� 1846 .
Chapter 7 : first Western tour.��� 1847 .
Chapter 8 : the Anti-Sabbath Convention .��� 1848 .
Chapter 9 : Father Mathew .��� 1849 .
Chapter 10 : the Rynders Mob .��� 1850 .
Chapter 11 : George Thompson , M. P.��� 1851 .
Chapter 12 : Kossuth .��� 1852 .
Chapter 13 : the Bible Convention.��� 1853 .
Chapter 14 : the Nebraska Bill .��� 1854 .
Chapter 15 : the Personal Liberty Law .��� 1855 .
Chapter 16 : Fremont .��� 1856 .
Chapter 17 : the disunion Convention.��� 1857 .
Chapter 18 : the irrepressible Conflict.��� 1858 .
Chapter 19 : John Brown .��� 1859 .
3 Ante, p. 144.
8 A fugitive slave from Kentucky in 1844, become a leading colored citizen of Boston; one of the staunchest friends of Mr. Garrison. He was an efficient member of the Vigilance Committee and among the ‘rescuers’ of the fugitive Shadrach, and was duly brought to trial by the U. S. Government, with others, both white and black (Lib. 21: 35, 39, 43, 87, 94, 97, 99, 179, ). It was at his house, barricaded and armed, that George Thompson visited William and Ellen Craft on Sunday, Nov. 3, 1850 (Lib. 21: 153).
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