he proceedings, it would have been wretchedly out of place.
As it was, my speech fitted in almost as well as if it had been impromptu, although a sharp eye might easily have discovered that I was speaking memoriter. Rynders interrupted me again and again, exclaiming that I lied, that I was personal; but he ended with applauding me!
No greater contrast to what was to follow could possibly be imagined than the genial manner, firm tones, and self-possession, the refined discourse, of this Unitarian clergyman, who was felt to have turned the current of the meeting.
There uprose, as per agreement, one Professor Grant, a seedylooking personage, having one hand tied round with a dirty cotton cloth.
Mr. Garrison recognized him as a former pressman in the Liberator office.
His thesis was that the blacks were not men, but belonged to the monkey tribe.
His speech proved dull and tiresome, and was made sport of by his own set, whom Mr. Garrison had to call to order.
There were now loud