The first likeness of him that I remember appeared in the _Democratic Review._ It made him look like Proudhon, the French Socialist.

This was all the more singular because at that time he was really the American Proudhon, though he never went so far as _'La propriete, c'est le vol.'_ As he appeared on the platform and received our greeting he was indeed a majestic man, displaying in his demeanor the power of a mind altogether above the ordinary.

But he was essentially a philosopher, and that means that he could never be what is called popular.

He was an interesting speaker, but he never sought popularity.

He never seemed to care much about the reception his words received, but he exhibited anxiety to get his thoughts rightly expressed and to leave no doubt about what his convictions were.