This was particularly hard luck, inasmuch as the most dilligent quest for another local habitation for the paper, failed of success.

No one was willing to imperil his property by letting a part of it to such a popularly odious enterprise.

So that not only had the household furniture of the editor to be stored, but the office effects of the paper as well.

The inextinguishable pluck and zeal of Garrison and his Boston coadjutors never showed to better advantage than when without a place to print the _Liberator_, the paper was "set up in driblets" in other offices at extraordinary expense, and sent out week after week to tell the tale of the mob, and to preach with undiminished power the gospel of universal emancipation.
But more afflictive to the feelings of the reformer than the loss of his home, or that of the office of the _Liberator_, was the loss of his friend, George Thompson.

It seemed to him when the English orator departed that "the paragon of modern eloquence," and "the benefactor of two nations," had left these shores.