n passed off pleasantly, but
with none of the enthusiasm we have in our New York meetings. As
this was my first visit to Boston, Mr. Jackson took Antoinette
and myself round to see the lions; to the House of Correction,
the House of Reformation, the Merchant's Exchange, the
Custom-House, State House, and Faneuil Hall, and then dined with
his daughter, Eliza J. Eddy, in South Boston, returning in the
afternoon. Lucy and Antoinette left, one for New York and the
other for Brookfield. In the evening, Ellen Blackwell and I
attended a reception at Mr. Garrison's, where we met several of
the _literati_, and were most heartily welcomed by Mrs. Garrison,
a noble, self-sacrificing woman, the loving and the loved,
surrounded with healthy, happy children in that model home. Mr.
Garrison was omnipresent now talking and introducing guests, now
soothing some child to sleep, and now, with his charming wife,
looking after the refreshments. There we met Mrs. Dall, Elizabeth
Peabody, Mrs. McCready, the Shakespearian reader, Mrs. Severance,
Dr. Hunt, Charles F. Hovey, Francis Jackson, Wendell Phillips,
Sarah Pugh, of Philadelphia, and others. Having worshiped these
distinguished people afar off, it was a great satisfaction to see
so many face to face.

On Saturday morning, in company with Mr. and Mrs. Garrison and
Sarah Pugh, I visited Mount Auburn. What a magnificent
resting-place this is! We could not find Margaret Fuller's
monument, which I regretted. I spent Sunday with Charles Lenox
Remond; we drove to Lynn with matchless steeds to hear Theodore
Parker preach. What a sermon! our souls were filled. We discussed
its excellence at James Buffum's, where, with other friends, we
dined. Visited the steamer _Africa_ next day, in which Ellen
Blackwell was soon to sail for Liverpool.

Monday Mr. Garrison escorted me to Charlestown; we stood on the
very spot where Warren fell, and mounted the interminable
staircase to the top of Bunker Hill Monument, where we had an
extensive view of the harbor and surrounding country. Then we
called on Theodore Parker; found him up three flights of stairs
in his library, covering that whole floor of his house; the room
is lined all round with books to the very top--16,000
volumes--and there, at a large table in the center of t