If there is any thing on earth that I am sensitive to, it is the withdrawing of the liberty of speech and thought.  Henry C. Bowen, who certainly has done some good things in his life-time, said to me:  “You can have Plymouth Church if you want it.”  “How?” “It is the rule of the church trustees that the church may be let by a majority vote when we are convened; but if we are not convened, then every trustee must give his assent in writing.  If you choose to make it a personal matter, and go to every trustee, you can have it.”  He meanwhile undertook, with Mr. Hall, to put new placards over the old ones, notifying men quietly that the meeting was to be held here, and distributed thousands and tens of thousands of hand-bills at the ferries.  No task was ever more welcome.  I went to the trustees man by man.  The majority of the trustees very cheerfully accorded the permission.  One or two of them were disposed to decline and withhold it.  I made it a matter of personal friendship.  “You and I will break, if you don’t give me this permission.”  And they signed.  So the meeting glided from the Graham Institute to this house.  A great audience assembled.  We had detectives in disguise, and every arrangement made to handle the subject in a practical form if the crowd should undertake to molest us.  The Rev. Dr. R.S.  Storrs consented to come and pray, for Mr. Wendell Phillips was by marriage a near and intimate friend and relation of his.  The reporters were here; when were they ever not?

Mr. Phillips began his lecture, and, you may depend upon it, by this time the lion was in him, and he went careering on.  Hie views were extreme; he made them extravagant.  I remember at one point—­for he was a man without bluster, serene, self-poised, never disturbed in the least—­he made an affirmation that was very bitter, and the cry arose over the whole congregation.  He stood still, with a cold, bitter smile in his eye, and waited till they subsided, when he repeated it with more emphasis.  Again the roar went through.  He waited and repeated it, if possible, more intensely, and he beat them down with that one sentence until they were still, and let him go on.

POWER TO DISCERN THE RIGHT.

The power to discern right amid all the wrappings of interest and all the seductions of ambition was singularly his.  To choose the lowly for their sake, to abandon all favor, all power, all comfort, all ambition, all greatness—­that was his genius and glory.  He confronted the spirit of the nation and of the age.  I had almost said he set himself against nature, as if he had been a decree of God over-riding all these other insuperable obstacles.  That was his function.  Mr. Phillips was not called to be a universal orator any more than he was a universal thinker.  In literature and in history widely read, in person magnificent, in manners most accomplished, gentle as a babe, sweet as a new-blown rose, in voice