half a heart—­as if we were treading on forbidden ground?  No, indeed, but earnestly, fearlessly, as becomes men, who are determined to clear their country and themselves from the guilt of oppressing God’s free and lawful creatures.”  About the same time he began to make his assaults on the personal representatives of the slave-power in Congress, cauterizing in the first instance three Northern “dough-faces,” who had voted against some resolutions, looking to the abolition of the slave-trade and slavery itself in the District of Columbia.  So while the South thus early was seeking to frighten the North from the agitation of the slavery question in Congress, Garrison was unconsciously preparing a countercheck by making it dangerous for a Northern man to practice Southern principles in the National Legislature.  He did not mince his words, but called a spade a spade, and sin, sin.  He perceived at once that if he would kill the sin of slave-holding, he could not spare the sinner.  And so he spoke the names of the delinquents from the housetop of the Journal of the Times, stamping upon their brows the scarlet letter of their crime against liberty.  He had said in the October before:  “It is time that a voice of remonstrance went forth from the North, that should peal in the ears of every slaveholder like a roar of thunder....  For ourselves, we are resolved to agitate this subject to the utmost; nothing but death shall prevent us from denouncing a crime which has no parallel in human depravity; we shall take high ground. The alarm must be perpetual.” A voice of remonstrance, with thunder growl accompaniment, was rising higher and clearer from the pen of the young editor.  His tone of earnestness was deepening to the stern bass of the moral reformer, and the storm breath of enthusiasm was blowing to a blaze the glowing coals of his humanity.  The wail of the fleeing fugitive from the house of bondage sounded no longer far away and unreal in his ears, but thrilled now right under the windows of his soul.  The masonic excitement and the commotion created by the abduction of Morgan he caught up and shook before the eyes of his countrymen as an object lesson of the million-times greater wrong daily done the slaves.  “All this fearful commotion,” he pealed, “has arisen from the abduction of one man.  More than two millions of unhappy beings are groaning out their lives in bondage, and scarcely a pulse quickens, or a heart leaps, or a tongue pleads in their behalf.  ’Tis a trifling affair, which concerns nobody.  Oh! for the spirit that rages, to break every fetter of oppression!” Such a spirit was fast taking possession of the writer.