TALKS FOR THE TIMES.
gence. There was in his very presence something
that instantly indicated these. An eminent divine
said some years ago that Douglass's escape from sla¬
very wTas a very fortunate thing for the South, as in
any uprising of slaves he must have proved a very
formidable leader. " He had," said he, u the mind
to plan, the heart to dare, and the hand to execute,"
and added, " If you were to see him sitting in Exeter
Hall in the midst of a sea of faces, you would in¬
stantly recognize in him a man of extraordinary force
Such was the impressiou that Douglass commonly
made on people, and such was the impression he made
on me at my first sight of him. It was in Faneuil
Hall, in the summer of 1872. The colored people of
New England were assembled in political convention.
Their best speakers, not only of New England, but
of other States, were present. Langston was there,
eloquent, scholarly, and logical. There, too, was
Douglass, just returned from Maine, where he had
been speaking in the Grant and Greeley campaign.
Entering the hall in the midst of one of their morn¬
ing sessions, the first object that met my eyes was the
old hero himself on the rostrum. There he stood