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very little value to me, after their owner shall have been whipped into silence.
This was only thirty days after the [unreadable in text] I need not read the remainder of that letter, written is in the same strain.
We owe it to one man that a public meeting was held, within a month, by these same women, in the city of
Boston.
But to their honor be it remembered, also,--a fact which
Mr. Garrison omitted to state,--that when
Mayor Lyman urged them to go home, they left this hall in public procession and went “home” to the house of
Mrs. M. W. Chapman, in West Street, to organize and finish their meeting that very afternoon.
To
Mrs. Chapman's pen we owe the most living picture of that whole scene, and her able, graphic, and eloquent reports of the proceedings of the
Female Antislavery Society, and specially of this day, have hung up to everlasting contempt the “men of property and standing,” --the “respectable” men of
Boston.
Let us open, for a moment, the doors of the hall which stood here, and listen to the
Mayor receiving his lesson in civil duty from the noble women of this society.
Mr. Lyman.--Go home, ladies, go home.
President.-What renders it necessary we should go home?
Mr. Lyman.---I am the Mayor of the city, and I cannot now explain; but will call upon you this evening.
President.--If the ladies will be seated, we will take the sense of the meeting.
Mr. Lyman.--Don't stop, ladies, go home.
President.--Will the ladies listen to a letter addressed to the Society, by Francis Jackson, Esq.?
Mr. Lyman.--Ladies, do you wish to see a scene of bloodshed and confusion?
If you do not, go home.
one of the Ladies.--Mr. Lyman, your personal friends
