sights; and then we
dined with his daughter, Eliza J. Eddy, returning in the afternoon.
In the evening, we attended a reception at Garrison's, where we met
several of the literati, and were most heartily welcomed by Mrs.
Garrison, a noble, self-sacrificing woman, loving and loved,
surrounded with healthy, happy children in that model home. Mr.
Garrison was omnipresent, now talking with and introducing guests,
now soothing some child to sleep, and now, with his wife, looking
after the refreshments. There we met Caroline H. Dall, Elizabeth
Peabody, Mrs. McCready, the Shakespearian reader, Caroline M.
Severance, Dr. Harriot K. Hunt, Charles F. Hovey, Wendell Phillips,
Sarah Pugh and others. Having worshipped these distinguished people
afar off, it was a great satisfaction to meet them face to face.

Saturday morning, with Mr. and Mrs. Garrison and Sarah Pugh, I
visited Mount Auburn. What a magnificent resting-place! We could
not find Margaret Fuller's monument, which I regretted. I spent
Sunday with Charles Lenox Remond at Salem, and we drove to Lynn
with his matchless steeds to hear Theodore Parker preach a sermon
which filled our souls. We discussed its excellence at James
Buffum's where we all dined. 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. Then we called on Theodore Parker; found him up three
nights of stairs in his library which covers that whole floor of
his house; the room is lined with books to the very top--16,000
volumes--and there at a large table in the center of the apartment
sat the great man himself. It really seemed audacious in me to be
ushered into such a presence and on such a commonplace errand as to
ask him to come to Rochester to speak in a course of lectures I am
planning, but he received me with such kindness and simplicity that
the awe I felt on entering was soon dissipated. I then called on
Wendell Phillips in his sanctum for the same purpose. I have
invited Ralph Waldo Emerson by letter and all three have promised
to come. In the evening with Mr. Jackson's son James, Ellen
Blackwell and I went to see Hamlet. In spite of my Quaker training,
I find I enjoy all these worldly amusements intensely.

Returning to Worcester, I attended t