His father, probably, a deeply religious man who knew what God knew and told everybody what it was. Edward Bodwin thought him an odd man, in so many ways, yet he had one clear directive: human life is holy, all of it. And that his son still believed, although he had less and less reason to. Nothing since was as stimulating as the old days of letters, petitions, meetings, debates, recruitment, quarrels, rescue and downright sedition. Yet it had worked, more or less, and when it had not, he and his sister made themselves available to circumvent obstacles. (26.141)
Here's some reasoning behind the abolitionist movement. Sounds good, right? All life is holy—cool. But then we get Mr. Bodwin's nostalgia about those "old days" when the abolitionist movement was fighting the good fight, and we have to ask, where's his joy at the success of the movement? It sounds like he was only in the movement for the thrills, not for the slaves.