distinguished public speaker.  The name of Wendell Phillips is but another name for eloquence.  Born in the highest possible position in America, Mr. Phillips has all the advantages that birth can give to one in that country.  Educated at the first University, graduating with all the honours which the College could bestow on him, and studying the law and becoming a member of the bar, he has all the accomplishments that these advantages can give to a man of a great mind.  Nature has treated him as a favourite.  His stature is not tall, but handsome; his expressive countenance paints and reflects every emotion of his soul.  His gestures are wonderfully graceful, like his delivery.  There is a fascination in the soft gaze of his eyes, which none can but admire.  Being a great reader, and endowed by nature with a good memory, he supplies himself with the most complicated dates and historical events.  Nothing can equal the variety of his matter.  I have heard him more than twenty different times on the same subject, but never heard the same speech.  He is personal, but there is nothing offensive in his personalities.  He extracts from a subject all that it contains, and does it as none but Wendell Phillips can.  His voice is beautifully musical, and it is calculated to attract wherever it is heard.  He is a man of calm intrepidity, of a patriotic and warm heart, with manners the most affable, temper the most gentle, a rectitude of principle entirely natural, a freedom from ambition, and a modesty quite singular.  As Napoleon kept the Old Guard in reserve, to turn the tide in battle, so do the Abolitionists keep Mr. Phillips in reserve when opposition is expected in their great gatherings.  We have seen the meetings turned into a bedlam, by the mobocratic slave-holding spirit, and when the speakers had one after another left the platform without a hearing, and the chairman had lost all control of the assembly, the appearance of this gentleman upon the platform would turn the tide of events.  He would not beg for a hearing, but on the contrary, he would lash them as no preceding speaker had done.  If, by their groans and yells, they stifled his voice, he would stand unmoved with his arms folded, and by the very eloquence of his looks put them to silence.  His speeches against the Fugitive Slave Law, and his withering rebukes of Daniel Webster and other northern men who supported that measure, are of the most splendid character, and will compare in point of composition with anything ever uttered by Chatham or Sheridan in their palmiest days.  As a public speaker, Mr. Phillips is, without doubt, the first in the United States.  Considering his great talent, his high birth, and the prospects which lay before him, and the fact that he threw everything aside to plead the slave’s cause, we must be convinced that no man has sacrificed more upon the altar of humanity than Wendell Phillips.

Within the past ten years, a great impetus has been given to the anti-slavery movement in America by coloured men who have escaped from slavery.  Coming as they did from the very house of bondage, and being able to speak from sad experience, they could speak as none others could.