profuseness, the overflowing thanks of one who had been rescued from the heavy yoke of Russia
, and allowed to plead his cause face to face with the millions of the west of Europe
, and of our own land.
It was something to be thankful for. No one can find fault with him for any grateful words which he has uttered, on touching the land under whose flag he first raised his head, no longer a prisoner, hardly an exile.
He might well, as in classic story, have fallen down and kissed the deck of that national frigate which was to be his rostrum, with the world for an audience.
You will not understand me, therefore, as endeavoring to disparage the momentous service which he has rendered to the Slavonic races of Europe
, the purity of his purpose, his gallant daring, the energy which he has displayed,--no, nor to find fault with the gratitude which he has expressed to America.
All this it was his duty to do. But there was something more expected of him. That expectation has been disappointed.
I shall not attempt, for it is not in the mood either of the speaker or of any one who listens to him, to indulge in any epithets which shall characterize his course.
I want to state a few simple principles, and then a few pregnant facts, and ask you whether the Abolitionists of this country have not a fair charge to make against the great Hungarian
; whether those men who wait always with patient expectation the coming of those great and noble spirits who are to drag forward the cause of human progress, at least a hand's breadth, have not a right to be disappointed, and withdraw themselves from the crowd of idolators around him who has been designated as the
man of the nineteenth century, as the van leader of the reform spirit of the age, as one whose boundless capacity, purity of purpose, and the universality of whose sympathies, almost merited that we should take the