to proclaim the doctrine of immediate emancipation to the slaves of America, and on that account an object of hatred to the slave-holding interest of the country, and living for years with his life in danger, he is justly regarded by all, as the leader of the Anti-Slavery movement in the New World.  Mr. Garrison is at the present time but little more than forty-five years of age, and of the middle size.  He has a high and prominent forehead, well developed, with no hair on the top of the head, having lost it in early life; with a piercing eye, a pleasant, yet anxious countenance, and of a most loveable disposition; tender, and blameless in his family affections, devoted to his friends; simple and studious, upright, guileless, distinguished, and worthy, like the distinguished men of antiquity, to be immortalized by another Plutarch.  How many services never to be forgotten, has he not rendered to the cause of the slave, and the welfare of mankind!  As a speaker, he is forcible, clear, and logical, yet he will not rank with the many who are less known.  As a writer, he is regarded as one of the finest in the United States, and certainly the most prominent in the Anti-Slavery cause.  Had Mr. Garrison wished to serve himself, he might, with his great talents, long since, have been at the head of either of the great political parties.  Few men can withstand the allurements of office, and the prize-money that accompanies them.  Many of those who were with him fifteen years ago, have been swept down with the current of popular favour, either in Church or State.  He has seen a Cox on the one hand, and a Stanton on the other, swept away like so much floating wood before the tide.  When the sturdiest characters gave way, when the finest geniuses passed one after another under the yoke of slavery, Garrison stood firm to his convictions, like a rock that stands stirless amid the conflicting agitation of the waves.  He is not only the friend and advocate of freedom with his pen and his tongue, but to the oppressed of every clime he opens his purse, his house, and his heart:  yet he is not a man of money.  The fugitive slave, fresh from the whips and chains, who is turned off by the politician, and experiences the cold shoulder of the divine, finds a bed and a breakfast under the hospitable roof of Mr. Lloyd Garrison.

The party of which he is the acknowledged head, is one of no inconsiderable influence in the United States.  No man has more bitter enemies or stauncher friends than he.  There are those among his friends who would stake their all upon his veracity and integrity; and we are sure that the coloured people throughout America, bond and free, in whose cause he has so long laboured, will, with one accord, assign the highest niche in their affection to the champion of universal emancipation.  Every cause has its writers and its orators.  We have drawn a hasty and imperfect sketch of the greatest writer in the Anti-Slavery field:  we shall now call attention to the most