1.^ -^^ .x/ s' A °o ^^^ O. .''^^ N m V. y^ -:^ GARRISON THE NON-RESISTANT By ERNEST CROSBY Author of PLAIN TALK IN PSALM AND PARABLE," "CAPTAIN JINKS, HERO," "SWORDS AND PLOUGHSHARES," "TOLSTOY AND HIS MESSAGE," "TOLSTOY AS A SCHOOLMASTER," "BROAD- CAST," ETC. CHICAGO: THE PUBLIC PUBLISHING COMPANY FIRST NATIONAL BANK BUILDINO ■n LIORARY of CONGRESS Twc Copies Received DEC 9 1^05 Ocpyright tntry CLASS Ok. XXc. No. COPY A. Copyright, 1905, by The Public Publishing Company To William Lloyd Garrison. Jr. A Son Worthy of His Father Author's Note The facts relating to the life of Garrison and the anti-slavery struggle recited in this volume were gathered from the monu- mental work, "William Lloyd Garrison, The Story of His Life Told by His Chil- dren " (Four Volumes, Octavo, Houghton, Mifflin and Company, Boston, Mass.), a fascinating book which should be found upon the shelves of every public library in America. CONTENTS Paee CHAPTER I The Liberator -7 CHAPTER II The Boston Mob i8 CHAPTER III Non-Resistance, Dissensions - - - - 30 CHAPTER IV Constitution and Conscience ----- 37 CHAPTER V The Civil War 43 CHAPTER VI The Labor Question 51 CHAPTER VII Garrison the Prophet - 55 CHAPTER VIII Garrison the Non-Resistant 62 CHAPTER IX The Delimitation of Non-Resistance - - 74 CHAPTER X Garrison and the Civil War 84 CHAPTER XI The Results of the War in the South - - 106 CHAPTER XII Practical Lessons from Garrison's Career - - 124 FROM lips that Sinai's trumpet blew We heard a tender under-song ; Thy very wrath from pity grew, From love of man thy hate of wrong. — WHITTIER, 'To Garrison." CHAPTER I THE LIBERATOR In a small chamber, friendless and unseen, Toiled o'er the types one poor, unlearned young man; The place was dark, unfurnitured and mean ; Yet there the freedom of a race began, —LOWELL, "To Garrison." Oliver Johnson gives a graphic description of the room under the eaves of Merchants* Hall, Boston, in which Garrison printed the early numbers of his Liberator in January, 183 1. "The dingy walls, the small windows bespattered with printer's ink, the press stand- ing in one corner, the composing stands opposite, the long editorial and mailing table covered with newspapers, the bed of the editor and publisher on the floor — all these," he tells us, "make a picture never to be for- gotten." "It was a pretty large room," says a later visitor, "but there was nothing to relieve its dreariness but tv/o or three very common chairs and a pine desk in the far corner at which a pale, delicate and apparently overtasked gentleman was sitting. . . . He was a quiet, gentle and I might say hand- some man." The editor and his partner. Garrison the Non-Resistant Isaac Knapp, lived for more than a year *'chiefly upon bread and milk, a few cakes and a little fruit, obtained from a baker's shop opposite and a petty cake and fruit shop in the basement, and were sometimes on short commons at that." Here they worked four- teen hours a day at the manual labor of their enterprise. Garrison was at this time only six-and-twenty, and he had just been released from Baltimore jail, where his sympathy for the slave had placed him. He had no money, no subscribers, and scarcely a friend, but he procured some well-worn, second-hand type, and went forward against the Goliath of slavery with the calm assurance of a David "choosing him five smooth stones out of the brook." And indeed the language which he holds differs not essentially from that of the Hebrew shepherd. Thus spake David: "Thou comest to me with a sword and with a spear and with a shield, but I come to thee in the name of the Lord of Hosts; . . . this day will the Lord deliver thee into my hand." In the first number of his journal the penni- less and friendless Garrison delivered himself as follows: I determined at every hazard to lift up the standard of emancipation in the eyes of the nation within sight of Bunker Hill and in the birthplace of liberty. That standard is now unfurled, and long may it 8 The Liberator float, unhurt by the spoUation of time or the missiles of a desperate foe — yea, till every chain be broken and every bondman free! Let Southern oppressors tremble — let their secret abettors tremble — let their Northern apologists tremble — let all the enemies of the persecuted blacks tremble, . . . I will be as harsh as truth and as uncompromising as justice. On this sub- ject I do not wish to think or speak or write with moderation. ... I am in earnest — I will not equivocate — I will not excuse — I will not retreat a single inch — and I