the tabernacle and ready to do the will of the metropolitan journals by over-throwing the right of free discussion.  He was not disposed to permit Mr. Garrison’s censure of the Roman Catholic Church to pass unchallenged, so he begged to ask “whether there are no other churches as well as the Catholic Church, whose clergy and lay members hold slaves?” To which the anti-slavery leader replied with the utmost composure, not inclined to let even Captain Rynders interrupt the even and orderly progression of his discourse:  “Will the friend wait for a moment, and I will answer him in reference to other churches?” “The friend” thereupon resumed his seat in the organ loft, and Garrison proceeded with his indictment of the churches.  There was the Episcopal Church, whose clergy and laity dealt with impunity in human flesh, and the Presbyterians, whose ministers and members did likewise without apparently any compunctious visitings of conscience, ditto the Baptist, ditto the Methodist.  In fact “all the sects are combined,” the orator sternly continued, “to prevent that jubilee which it is the will of God should come.”

But the bully in the organ loft, who was not content for long to play the part of Patience on a monument, interrupted the speaker with a second question which he looked upon, doubtless, as a hard nut to crack.  “Are you aware,” inquired the blackleg “that the slaves in the South have their prayer-meetings in honor of Christ?” The nut was quickly crushed between the sharp teeth of the orator’s scathing retort.  Mr. Garrison—­“Not a slave-holding or a slave-breeding Jesus. (Sensation.) The slaves believe in a Jesus that strikes off chains.  In this country Jesus has become obsolete.  A profession in him is no longer a test.  Who objects to his course in Judaea?  The old Pharisees are extinct, and may safely be denounced.  Jesus is the most respectable person in the United States. (Great sensation and murmurs of disapprobation.) Jesus sits in the President’s chair of the United States. (A thrill of horror here seemed to run through the assembly.) Zachary Taylor sits there, which is the same thing, for he believes in Jesus.  He believes in war, and the Jesus that ‘gave the Mexicans hell.’” (Sensation, uproar, and confusion.)

This rather sulphurous allusion to the President of the glorious Union, albeit in language used by himself in a famous order during the Mexican War, acted as a red rag upon the human bull in the organ loft, who, now beside himself with passion, plunged madly down to the platform with his howling mob at his heels.  “I will not allow you to assail the President of the United States.  You shan’t do it!” bellowed the blackguard, shaking his fist at Mr. Garrison.  But Mr. Garrison, with that extraordinary serenity of manner which was all his own, parleyed with the ruffian, as if he was no ruffian and had no mob at his back.  “You ought not to interrupt us,” he remonstrated with gentle dignity.  “We go upon the principle of hearing everybody.  If you wish to speak, I will keep order, and you shall be heard.”  Rynders was finally quieted by the offer of Francis Jackson to give him a hearing as soon as Mr. Garrison had brought his address to an end.