the honor in which they held her, as the eminently gifted authoress of Uncle Tom’s Cabin—­a work of humble name, but of high excellence and world-wide celebrity; a work the felicity of whose conception is more than equalled by the admirable tact of its execution, and the Christian benevolence of its design, by its exquisite adaptation to its accomplishment; distinguished by the singular variety and consistent discrimination of its characters; by the purity of its religious and moral principles; by its racy humor, and its touching pathos, and its effectively powerful appeals to the judgment, the conscience, and the heart; a work, indeed, of whose sterling worth the earnest test is to be found in the fact of its having so universally touched and stirred the bosom of our common humanity, in all classes of society, that its humble name has become ‘a household word,’ from the palace to the cottage, and of the extent of its circulation having been unprecedented in the history of the literature of this or of any other age or country.  They would, at the same time, include in their hearty welcome the Rev. C.E.  Stowe, Professor of Theological Literature in the Andover Theological Seminary, Massachusetts, whose eminent qualifications, as a classical scholar, a man of general literature, and a theologian, have recently placed him in a highly honorable and responsible position, and who, on the subject of slavery, holds the same principles and breathes the same spirit of freedom with his accomplished partner; and, along with them too, another member of the same singularly talented family with herself.  They delight to think of the amount of good to the cause of emancipation and universal liberty which her Cabin has already done, and to anticipate the still larger amount it is yet destined to do, now that the Key to the Cabin has triumphantly shown it to be no fiction; and in whatever further efforts she may be honored of Heaven to make in the same noble cause, they desire, unitedly and heartily, to cheer her on, and bid her ‘God speed.’  I cannot but feel myself highly honored in having been requested to move this resolution.  In doing so, I have the happiness of introducing to a Glasgow audience a lady from the transatlantic continent, the extraordinary production of whose pen, referred to in the resolution, had made her name familiar in our country and through Europe, ere she appeared in person among us.  My judgment and my heart alike fully respond to every thing said in the resolution respecting that inimitable work.  We are accustomed to make a distinction between works of nature and works of art, but in a sense which, all will readily understand, this is preeminently both.  As a work of art, it bears upon it, throughout, the stamp of original and varied genius.  And yet, throughout, it equally bears the impress of nature—­of human nature—­in its worst and its best, and all its intermediate phases.  The man who has read that little volume without laughing and crying