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I had read Clarkson's and Wilberforce's writings, and I knew the history of the struggle in England for the abolition of the slave trade, and slavery in the British West Indies. I had also attended some anti-slavery meetings in Massachusetts, at which the leaders, Phillips, Garrison, Foster, Parker, and Pillsbury had denounced the institution.
In short, the loss of his wife, and his uneasiness for his son, put an end to Mr. Clarkson's life on the day before he reached the fiftieth year of his age. The next morning, little Adolphus thus addressed his aunt: "This is my dear father's birth-day, I will go and see him, and wish him joy."
He regarded her stoically for an instant; then his eyes returned to Miss Clarkson's, who had risen, and was watching him closely. There was a faint flicker in them as he replied to her question. "No, madam," he said, gravely. "Thank you, madam. Good-night, madam." He bowed deeply, drawing the reluctant figure of the startled Josephine into the salute as he did so.
It was engraved on the seal of the Antislavery Society, and was used by its members in sealing all their letters. This of Clarkson's was handsomely engraved on a large, old-fashioned carnelian; and surely, if we look with emotion on the sword of a departed hero, which, at best, we can consider only as a necessary evil, we may look with unmingled pleasure on this memorial of a bloodless victory.
Little Molton is a small town and news travels fast, but it did not travel faster than Mr. Smithson as soon as he had heard it. He burst into Mr. Clarkson's room like the proverbial hurricane, and, gasping for breath, leaned against the table and pointed at him an incriminating finger. "You you've been running," said Mr. Clarkson, uneasily. "What what what do you mean by it?" gasped Mr. Smithson.
Clarkson's boarding-house I felt my hat was over one ear, and my cravat awry, but there was no opportunity to rearrange them, for I saw Alice Mayton on the piazza, and felt that she saw me. Handing the bouquet to Toddie, and promising him three sticks of candy if he would be careful and not drop it, we entered the garden.
Phipps was a widow. Could anything be more suitable or desirable? "Better let him choose," he said. "After all, he ought to be a good judge." Mrs. Phipps, after a faint protest, gave way, and Mr. Digson, smiling broadly, mounted his perch again. Mr. Clarkson's first idea was to consult Mr. Smithson; then he resolved to wait upon events.
Miss Clarkson's heart leaped in sudden triumph. It was his first smile, and it was for her. "I like it here," he said. "I like it very much, madam." Miss Clarkson had moments of wisdom. "Then you shall stay, my boy," she said. "You shall stay as long as you wish. But, remember, you must not be a sunbeam any more."
V.C. Vaughan by Gari Melchers, and Ralph Clarkson's recent picture of President Hutchins, which is to hang with Dr. Angell's portrait in the Union. The greater portion of alumni gifts, however, have come from individual graduates.
Clarkson, to his last day, never ceased to be interested in the subject, and took the warmest interest in all movements for the abolition of slavery in America. At the Ipswich depot we were met by a venerable lady, the daughter of Clarkson's associate, William Dillwyn.
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