." The whole audience was in sympathy with him, all hearts were
melted and many were sobbing. When sufficiently composed he rose
and related, in a subdued and most impressive manner, his
experience at the last village we visited where not one roof could
be found to shelter him because he had a black face. At the close
of his speech several men came up, handed us money and left the
house because they could not bear any more, while others crowded
around and assured him that their doors were open to him and his
sister.

From the home of her dear friend Elizabeth Powell,[24] where she had
gone for a few days' rest, she writes: "At Poughkeepsie, Parker
Pillsbury spoke grandly for freedom. I never heard from the lips of man
such deep thoughts and burning words. In the ages to come, the
prophecies of these noble men and women will be read with the same
wonder and veneration as those of Isaiah and Jeremiah inspire today.
Now while the people worship the prophets of that time, they stone
those of their own." Mr. Garrison wrote her:

I seize a moment to thank you for your letter giving an account of
your anti-slavery meetings and those of the Friends of Progress. I
am highly gratified to learn that the latter followed the example
of the Progressive Friends at Longwood in favor of a dissolution of
our blood-stained American Union. I meant to have sent to you in
season some resolutions or "testimony" on the subject, but
circumstances prevented. I felt perfectly satisfied however that
all would go right with you and Aaron and Oliver Johnson present to
enforce the true doctrine. You must have had a soul-refreshing
time, even though there appear to have been present what Emerson
calls "The fleas of the convention."... On Wednesday, there was a
great popular demonstration here to inaugurate the statue of
Warren. Think of Mason, of Virginia, the author of the Fugitive
Slave Bill, being one of the speakers on Bunker Hill!

[Autograph:

Yours for the triumph of liberty,
Wm. Lloyd Garrison]

On this great tour Miss Anthony became so thoroughly aroused that she
could no longer confine herself to written addresses, which seemed cold
and formal and utterly unresponsive to the inspiration of the moment.
She threw them aside and used them thereafter only on rare occasions.
Her speeches from that time were made from notes or headings and among
thos