Francis Jackson Garrison, William Lloyd Garrison, 1805-1879; the story of his life told by his children: volume 1

[434] Wright, Jr., with much warm-heartedness and practical¹ sympathy, urged Mr. Garrison to put delicacy aside, and quit his post for a few months and make a lecturing tour for the avowed purpose of gaining support for his Liberator. Finally, George Thompson, now Mr. Garrison's² neighbor in Roxbury, and the confidant of his despair concerning his pecuniary prospects, exerted all his eloquence to arouse the abolitionists to a sense of their duty to the Liberator—a sense which had been weakened by the very success of the paper in multiplying anti-slavery societies and periodicals, as well as by the general financial distress of the country in the months following President Jackson's interference with the deposits in the United States Bank.

Thompson had indeed arrived on these shores, having embarked with his family on the ship Champlain, and,³ after a five weeks voyage, landed in New York, September 20, 1834. He had been preceded in April by Charles Stuart, who brought with him a thousand dollars which⁴ had been collected for the colored Manual Labor School, while to Mr. Thompson had been entrusted a splendid silver salver, ‘elegant books,’ and other gifts for Miss Crandall from the ladies of Glasgow and Edinburgh, by whom chiefly his own expenses were borne. Mr. Garrison had procured for both Englishmen the official invitation of the New England and American Anti-Slavery Societies, and had in the opening number of the fourth volume of the Liberator already heralded their approach. He paved the way for them by printing their private letters to himself, together with Stuart's circular⁵ appeal to his countrymen on behalf of the School, and his review of the Colonization Society; and reports of various meetings in Scotland complimentary to Mr. Thompson, and pledging him support while absent on his anti-slavery mission to America. ‘The name of George Thompson,’ said the editor, ‘is as sweet as the⁶ tones of a flute to my ears. . . . He is coming among us as an angel of mercy. . . . The spectacle of the ’