The moralist looked on doubtfully--the whole community esteemed the enterprise desperate.

Mountains of prejudice, overtopping the Alps, were to be beaten down to a level--strong interest, connected by a thousand links, severed--new habits formed; Every house, and almost every individual, in a greater or less degree, reclaimed.

Derision and contumely were busy in crushing this sublime project in its birth--coldness and apathy encompassed it on every side--but our predecessor, nevertheless, went boldly forward with a giant's strength and more than a giant's heart--conscious of difficulties and perils, though not disheartened, armed with the weapons of truth--full of meekness, yet certain of a splendid victory--and relying on the promises of God for the issue." What an inestimable object-lesson to Garrison was the example of this good man going forth singlehanded to do battle with one of the greatest evils of the age! It was not numerical strength, but the faith of one earnest soul that is able in the world of ideas and human passions to remove mountains out of the way of the onward march of mankind.

This truth, we may be sure, sunk many fathoms deep into the mind of the young moralist.

And no wonder.