but the rioters, with fell purpose flew hardly less swiftly in its track.  Indeed the pursuit of the pack was so close that the hackman did not dare to drive directly to the jail but reached it by a detour through Cambridge and Blossom streets.  Even then the mob pressed upon the heels of the horses as they drew up before the portals of the old prison, which shut not an instant too soon upon the editor of the Liberator, who was saved from a frightful fate to use a Biblical phrase but by the skin of his teeth.

Here the reformer safe from the wrath of his foes, was locked in a cell; and here, during the evening, with no abatement of his customary cheerfulness and serenity of spirit, he received several of his anxious friends, Whittier among them, whom through the grated bars he playfully accosted thus:  “You see my accommodations are so limited, that I cannot ask you to spend the night with me.”  That night in his prison cell, and on his rude prison bed, he slept the sleep of the just man, sweet and long: 

  “When peace within the bosom reigns,
  And conscience gives th’ approving voice;
  Though bound the human form in chains. 
  Yet can the soul aloud rejoice.

  “’Tis true, my footsteps are confined—­
  I cannot range beyond this cell—­
  But what can circumscribe my mind,
  To chain the winds attempt as well!”

The above stanzas he wrote the next morning on the walls of his cell.  Besides this one he made two other inscriptions there, to stand as memorabilia of the black drama enacted in Boston on the afternoon of October 21, 1835.

After being put through the solemn farce of an examination in a court, extemporized in the jail, Garrison was discharged from arrest as a disturber of the peace!  But the authorities, dreading a repetition of the scenes of the day before, prayed him to leave the city for a few days, which he did, a deputy sheriff driving him to Canton, where he boarded the train from Boston to Providence, containing his wife, and together they went thence to her father’s at Brooklyn, Conn.  The apprehensions of the authorities in respect of the danger of a fresh attack upon him were unquestionably well founded, inasmuch as diligent search was made for him in all of the outgoing stages and cars from the city that morning.

In this wise did pro-slavery, patriotic Boston translate into works her sympathy for the South.

CHAPTER XII.

FLOTSAM AND JETSAM.

The results of the storm became immediately manifest in several ways.  Such a commotion did not leave things in precisely the state in which they were on the morning of the memorable day on which it struck the city.  The moral landscape and geography of the community had sensibly changed at its close.  The full extent of the alteration wrought could not at once be seen, nor was it at once felt.  But