The winter of 1876-77 was a very trying one to Mr. Garrison, and his health became so much impaired that he finally yielded to the urgent solicitation of his physician and children that he should try a transatlantic trip. His friends in England, who hailed with delight the prospect of another visit from him, were warned that public meetings and receptions were out of the question, and that they must permit him to move among them quietly and obtain all the rest possible. He was doubly afflicted, on the eve of his departure, by the death of a beloved1 daughter-in-law, who was to have accompanied him on2 his voyage, and, a few days later, by that of his dear friend, Edmund Quincy, whose funeral he was unable to3 attend, being already in New York and about to embark when the news reached him. His companion, as on his previous visit to England, was his youngest son. Leaving New York on the 23d of May,4 in the steamer Algeria, they arrived in Liverpool on the 3d of June, in good condition for the twelve weeks of delightful travel and social intercourse which followed, and of which it is difficult to give any adequate conception in this brief narrative.
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