James
Jan 4, 1841
Garrison writes to his brother, still in Connecticut. “As for what I have done for you, let it not be named. You are welcome to it all, and to as much more as I may from time to time, be able to do for you; and the only remuneration that I want is, to see you leading a sober and virtuous life. … you have an excellent opportunity to recover yourself in every particular, and to begin the world anew. … So long as you have any appetite for ardent spirit — so long as you are not sure that you can resist its sorcery power — take the advice of a brother who loves you he does himself, and remain where you will be the least exposed to be tempted and overcome. Liquor has been your worst foe. It has made you die a thousand deaths …” 1