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Francis Jackson Garrison, William Lloyd Garrison, 1805-1879; the story of his life told by his children: volume 4, Chapter 10: death of Mrs. Garrison.—final visit to England.—1876, 1877. (search)
y of his family was unstinted during the four days of Mr. July 17-21. Garrison's visit. The evenings witnessed successive gatherings of friends to meet him, and a semi-public breakfast was tendered him in Newcastle by Mrs. Butler's July 20. supporters, to which he consented only because of their earnest assurance that his endorsement would greatly help their cause in the North of England. Twenty days were allotted to Scotland, the first seven of which were spent in Edinburgh, with Elizabeth Pease July 21-28. Nichol. Very precious and happy days they were, for Huntly Lodge was like a second home to Mr. Garrison, and communion with its dear and honored mistress one of his greatest delights. Thither came, during the week, many friends to greet and converse with him—Dr. John Brown The author of Rab and his friends was greatly impressed by Mr. Garrison's seemingly unabated vigor and animation, after ten years, and said to a friend: What a beautiful face he has! It's really wo
e my father underrate the value of education; but, while her schooling had been much more narrow than her parents' circumstances might have afforded at a period when, to be sure, the higher education was withheld from women, she all the more was ambitious for her children. She encouraged and stimulated us in our studies, and, according to our respective love of them, would have had us advance as long and as far as her self-sacrifice could maintain us. If any man, wrote my father to Elizabeth Pease in 1846, Ms. Nov. 15. was ever blessed with an affectionate and loving wife, I am that man; and if ever children had a watchful, assiduous, devoted mother, mine have. I tell Helen that the only fear I have is, that her attachment for me is carried to an undue extent. She always feels my absence so keenly that I never leave home without great reluctance, though she never wishes me to forego the discharge of any duty to please her. May I ever prove worthy of one so confiding, fai