They, too, have become completely alienated, and so on down the long list of the "goodliest fellowship ...

whereof this land holds record." To a sweet and gentle spirit like Samuel J.May, the acrimony and scenes of strife among his old associates was unspeakably painful.

Writing to Garrison from South Scituate, May 1, 1839, he touches thus upon this head: "I now think I shall not go to New York next week.

In the first place, I cannot afford the expense....

But I confess, I do not lament my inability to go so much as I should do if the prospect of an agreeable meeting was fairer.