And one of these, Jacob Horton, of Newburyport, who had married his "old friend and playmate, Harriet Farnham," came to his rescue with the requisite amount.
On the day and place appointed Garrison appeared before the Congregational Societies with an address, to the like of which, it is safe to say, they had never before listened.

It was the Fourth of July, but the orator was in no holiday humor.

There was not, in a single sentence of the oration the slightest endeavor to be playful with his audience.

It was rather an eruption of human suffering, and of the humanity of one man to man.

What the Boston clergy saw that afternoon, in the pulpit of Park Street Church, was the vision of a soul on fire.
Garrison burned and blazed as the sun that July afternoon burned and blazed in the city's streets.