We have fine, clear weather now. I went to the Office and upon some commissions, then went down to Faneuil Hall to attend the meeting upon the Alton murder. The circumstances which have attended this Meeting rendered it a highly interesting one. The hall was very full, and not much time was needed to show that two parties existed in it. Dr. Channing was speaking when I went in. He looked to me somewhat agitated and anxious, but his manner was slow and drawling which produces more effect in the pulpit than here. His speech seemed to be a kind of justification of himself in moving the public meeting and in preparing the resolutions which he said he expected and wished to be known here and every where. He was followed by G. S. Hillard who in a brief and well turned speech explained the ground of the public meeting.

Thus far things were quiet but Mr. J. T. Austin thought proper to put in a bar to the proceedings. It did not seem clear to me what good object he could have had, for he produced no substantial course, and limited himself to insulting the motives and proceedings of the Abolitionists. This was easily enough done in a city corrupted heart and soul by the principles of slavery, and with a majority present almost ready to use force to bear him out right or wrong if necessary. His argument was that the mob of Alton was justified by the case. Lovejoy was acting against the safety of the people of Missouri, in a place on the border of the State where the law of that State could not touch him, that the laws of two States thus conflicting in a case of imminent danger the people rose up in their might and decided for themselves. They did in this case no more than our ancestors who threw overboard the tea in Boston harbour and who thinks of censuring them for a riot. The fact of a clergyman’s falling only showed that a clergyman was out of his place when meddling with the weapons of the flesh and that he died as a fool dieth. The course of the Abolition party was like that of a man who should insist upon the liberation of the wild animals of a Menagerie.

Such was the substance of a speech in Faneuil Hall in 1837 of the Attorney General of Massachusetts,1 applauded at every sentence by a large and powerful party of respectable men. I confess my nerves did not stand it very well and from that moment I went with the meeting. A Young Mr. Phillips followed with some very spirited and ready remarks which were too stinging not to arouse the feeling of the opponents,2 and more than once I thought strong symptoms of a riot to be impending. But he finished quickly and Mr. Bond got up with a mild view of the whole course of proceeding full of moderation and good practical sense. The resolutions were then voted though not without opposition and adjourned.

On the whole, it was the most excited public meeting I was ever present at. And I confess nothing could exceed the mixed amount of disgust and indignation which moved me at the doctrines of the learned expounder of mob law. As I went home, met Davis and walked with him into his Office for a short time. Talk about the whole matter. Then off to deal in Accounts.

Home. Herodotus and Evening, finishing the last sheet of my Essay. Then to Mr. Frothingham’s where my Wife was. Conversation and a little sacred music by him and his boys whom he is training in Chorus. A pretty sight and very tolerable execution.

I carried down today my last Sheet to the publisher who has not as yet given me a single proof. This is energy. How this attempt upon the public will turn I am full of doubt. My name is to this and I must look out for the little charity commonly exercised towards the family if there is any notice at all.

Office where I was busy in Accounts which have of late run into arrears. Walk. At home. Herodotus and dinner. Mr. Frothingham and Mr. Brooks upon venison. Conversation principally upon the result of the meeting yesterday and Mr. Austin’s Speech of which I spoke as I felt.

They went early and I read a little of Crantz’s Greenland,1 rather an interesting production. Evening at home. Read Lockhart. After which, I spent some time writing up Arrears in Diary.

Snowy day. After a little reading of coins, I attended divine service and heard Mr. Frothingham in the morning from Matthew 23. 23. “These ought ye to have done, and not to leave the other undone.” A discourse upon the duties of Christians, not merely of the weighty sort but of that more retired and less noisy kind in which moderation finds its source. I thought the discourse had an evident bearing upon the questions which now come up so thick in connexion with the great subject of slavery. There is much in connexion with that deserving of profound consideration. The line between duty and fear.

Mr. Walsh dined with me. Afternoon, Mr. Ripley. Hebrews 1. 14. “Are they not all ministering spirits, sent forth to minister for them who shall be heirs of salvation?” Mr. Ripley is so very dull a preacher that it is altogether out of my power to attend to him.

Afternoon, a discourse of Sterne. Ecclesiastes 12. 13. “Let us hear the conclusion of the whole matter, Fear God, and keep his commandments; for this is the whole duty of man.” A review of the arguments of this book, and of the folly of resting upon any source of hap-360piness in this world not connected with the preparation for the next. Evening at home. T. K. Davis came in for an hour, the remainder of the evening alone. Crantz.