Yet can the soul aloud rejoice.
"'Tis true, my footsteps are confined--
I cannot range beyond this cell--
But what can circumscribe my mind,
To chain the winds attempt as well!"
The above stanzas he wrote the next morning on the walls of his cell.
Besides this one he made two other inscriptions there, to stand as
memorabilia of the black drama enacted in Boston on the afternoon of
October 21, 1835.
After being put through the solemn farce of an examination in a court,
extemporized in the jail, Garrison was discharged from arrest as a
disturber of the peace! But the authorities, dreading a repetition of
the scenes of the day before, prayed him to leave the city for a few
days, which he did, a deputy sheriff driving him to Canton, where he
boarded the train from Boston to Providence, containing his wife, and
together they went thence to her father's at Brooklyn, Conn. The
apprehensions of the authorities in respect of the danger of a fresh
attack upon him were unquestionably well founded, inasmuch as diligent
search was made for him in all of the outgoing stages and cars from the
city that morning.
In this wise did pro-slavery, patriotic Boston translate into _works_
her sympathy for the South.
CHAPTER XII.
FLOTSAM AND JETSAM.
The results of the storm became immediately manifest in several ways.
Such a commotion did not leave things in precisely the state in which
they were on the morning of the memorable day on which it struck the
city.
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