See him return calmly and unflinchingly to his work, beginning at the point at which he was interrupted.

Note this heading in the _Liberator_, the type of which he set himself in an attic on State Street, in Boston: "I am in earnest, I will not equivocate, I will not excuse, I will not retreat a single inch, and I will be heard." Was Garrison heard?
Ask a race set free largely by his efforts.

Even the gallows erected in front of his own door did not daunt him.

He held the ear of an unwilling world with that burning word "freedom," which was destined never to cease its vibrations until it had breathed its sweet secret to the last slave.
At a time when abolitionists were dangerously unpopular, a crowd of brawny Cape Cod fishermen had made such riotous demonstrations that all the speakers announced, except Stephen Foster and Lucy Stone, had fled from an open-air platform.

"You had better run, Stephen," said she; "they are coming." "But who will take care of you ?" asked Foster.