The Anti-slavery Convention of 1833.
in the gray twilight of a chill day of late November, forty years ago, a dear friend of mine, residing in Boston
, made his appearance at the old farm-house in East Haverhill.
He had been deputed by the abolitionists of the city, William L. Garrison
, Samuel E. Sewall
, and others, to inform me of my appointment as a delegate to the Convention
about to be held in Philadelphia
for the formation of an American Anti-Slavery Society, and to urge upon me the necessity of my attendance.
Few words of persuasion, however, were needed.
I was unused to travelling; my life had been spent on a secluded farm; and the journey, mostly by stage-coach, at that time was really a formidable one.
Moreover, the few abolitionists were everywhere spoken against, their persons threatened, and in some instances a price set on their heads by Southern legislators.
was on the borders of slavery, and it needed small effort of imagination to picture to one's self the breaking up of the Convention
and maltreatment of its members.
This latter consideration I do not think weighed much with me, although I was better prepared for serious danger than for anything like