bstance to aid them on their journey. But now his
emotion was overpowering.

Mr. Thompson, of the firm of Merrihew & Thompson--about the only
printers in the city who for many years dared to print such incendiary
documents as anti-slavery papers and pamphlets--one of the truest
friends of the slave, was composed and prepared to witness the scene.

All was quiet. The door had been safely locked. The proceedings
commenced. Mr. McKim rapped quietly on the lid of the box and called
out, "All right!" Instantly came the answer from within, "All right,
sir!"

The witnesses will never forget that moment. Saw and hatchet quickly had
the five hickory hoops cut and the lid off, and the marvellous
resurrection of Brown ensued. Rising up in his box, he reached out his
hand, saying, "How do you do, gentlemen?" The little assemblage hardly
knew what to think or do at the moment. He was about as wet as if he had
come up out of the Delaware. Very soon he remarked that, before leaving
Richmond he had selected for his arrival-hymn (if he lived) the Psalm
beginning with these words: "_I waited patiently for the Lord, and He
heard my prayer_." And most touchingly did he sing the psalm, much to
his own relief, as well as to the delight of his small audience.

He was then christened Henry Box Brown, and soon afterwards was sent to
the hospitable residence of James Mott and E.M. Davis, on Ninth street,
where, it is needless to say, he met a most cordial reception from Mrs.
Lucretia Mott and her household. Clothing and creature comforts were
furnished in abundance, and delight and joy filled all hearts in that
stronghold of philanthropy.

As he had been so long doubled up in the box he needed to promenade
considerably in the fresh air, so James Mott put one of his broad-brim
hats on his head and tendered him the hospitalities of his yard as well
as his house, and while Brown promenaded the yard flushed with victory,
great was the joy of his friends.

After his visit at Mr. Mott's, he spent two days with the writer, and
then took his departure for Boston, evidently feeling quite conscious of
the wonderful feat he had performed, and at the same time it may be
safely said that those who witnessed this strange resurrection were not
only elated at his success, but were made to sympathize more deeply than
ever before with the slave. Also the noble-hearted Smith who boxed him
up was made to rejoice over Brown's victory, and was thereby encourage