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revered Mr. Garrison for his devoted, uncompromising fidelity to his great cause.
To-day I was touched to the heart by his calm and gentle manners.
There was no agitation, no scorn, no heat, but the quietness of a man engaged in simple duties.”
After some parleying, it appeared that Rynders had a spokesman who preferred to speak after Dr. Furness.
“ Accordingly,” says the latter, “I spoke my little, anxiously prepared word.
I never recall that hour without blessing myself that I was called to speak precisely at that moment.
At any other stage of the 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
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