Well, after due deliberation, George Thompson consented to undertake the mission to America, and the English reformers to send him, though not all of them.  For some there were like James Cropper, who were indisposed to promoting such a mission, or “paying agents to travel in the United States.”  It was natural enough for Mr. Garrison to prefer such a request after hearing George Thompson speak.  For he was one of those electric speakers, who do with popular audiences what they will.  In figure and voice and action, he was a born orator.  His eloquence was graphic, picturesque, thrilling, and over English audiences it was irresistible.  Garrison fancied that such eloquence would prove equally attractive to and irresistible over American audiences as well.  But in this he was somewhat mistaken, for Thompson had to deal with an element in American audiences of which he had had no experience in England.  What that element was he had occasion to surmise directly he arrived upon these shores.  He reached New York just sixteen days after the marriage of his friend, the editor of the Liberator to be immediately threatened with mob violence by the metropolitan press in case he ventured to “lecture in favor of immediate Abolition,” and to be warned that:  “If our people will not suffer our own citizens to tamper with the question of slavery, it is not to be supposed that they will tolerate the officious intermeddling of a foreign fanatic.”  Then as if by way of giving him a taste of the beak and talons of the American amour propre, he and his family were put out of the Atlantic Hotel in deference to the wish of an irate Southerner.  Thus introduced the English orator advanced speedily thereafter into closer acquaintance with the American public.  He lectured in many parts of New England where that new element of rowdyism and virulence of which his English audiences had given him no previous experience, manifested its presence first in one way and then in others, putting him again and again in jeopardy of life and limb.  At Augusta, Maine, his windows were broken, and he was warned out of the town.  At Concord, New Hampshire, his speech was punctuated with missiles.  At Lowell, Massachusetts, he narrowly escaped being struck on the head and killed by a brickbat.  Indeed it was grimly apparent that the master of Freedom’s Cottage would be obliged to revise his views as to the hazard, which his friend ran in speaking upon the subject of slavery in New England.  To do so was weekly becoming for that friend an enterprise of great personal peril.  But it added also to the fierce hatred with which the public now regarded Garrison.  He was the author of all the mischief, the slavery agitation, the foreign emissary.  He had even dared to inject the poison of Abolitionism into the politics of Boston and Massachusetts.  This attempt on the part of the Liberator to establish an anti-slavery test of office was only another proof of the dangerous character of the new