I was standing near him while the glass of the windows broken by missiles showered over him, and a deputation from the rioters forced its way to the platform, and demanded that the meeting should be closed at once.

Dr.Neall drew up his tall form to its utmost height.

"I am here," he said, "the president of this meeting, and I will be torn in pieces before I leave my place at your dictation.

Go back to those who sent you.

I shall do my duty." Some years after, while visiting his relatives in his native State of Delaware, he was dragged from the house of his friends by a mob of slave-holders and brutally maltreated.