For the time he possessed that almost fabulous inspiration, often referred to but seldom attained, in which a public meeting is transformed, as it were, into a single individuality, the orator swaying a thousand heads and hearts at once, and by the simple majesty of his all-controlling thought, converting his hearers into the express image of his own soul.

That night there were, at least, a thousand Garrisonians in Nantucket!" Here is another picture of Garrison in the lecture-field.

It is from the pen of N.P.Rogers, with whom he was making a week's tour among the White Mountains, interspersing the same with anti-slavery meetings.

At Plymouth, failing to procure the use of a church for their purpose, they fell back upon the temple not made with hands.
"Semi-circular seats, backed against a line of magnificent trees to accommodate, we should judge, from two to three hundred," Rogers narrates, "were filled, principally with women, and the men who could not find seats stood on the green sward on either hand; and, at length, when wearied with standing, seated themselves on the ground.

Garrison, mounted on a rude platform in front, lifted up his voice and spoke to them in prophet tones and surpassing eloquence, from half-past three till I saw the rays of the setting sun playing through the trees on his head....