It lay in a huge irregular cross, jammed in between the buildings on Washington street, the head lowering in front of the anti-slavery office, the foot reaching to the site where stood Joy building, now occupied by the Rogers, the right arm stretching along Court street to the Court House, and the left encircling the old State House, City Hall and Post-office then, in a gigantic embrace.

All hope of urging her way through that dense mass was abandoned by Mrs.
Garrison, and a friend, Mr.John E.Fuller, escorted her to his home, where she passed the night.
Meantime the atmosphere upstairs at the hall began to betoken a fast approaching storm.

The noises ominously increased on the landing just outside.

The door of the hall was swung wide open and the entrance filled with rioters.

Garrison, all unconscious of danger, walked over to these persons and remonstrated in his grave way with them in regard to the disturbance which they were producing, winding up with a characteristic bit of pleasantry: "Gentlemen," said he, "perhaps you are not aware that this is a meeting of the Boston _Female_ Anti-Slavery Society, called and intended exclusively for _ladies_, and those only who have been invited to address them.