FREDERICK DOUGLASS.
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over six feet in height, erect, broad-shouldered, deep-
chested, with massive, well-formed head, covered with
thick, bushy hair, about half gray. I judged him
then to be midway in his fifties. His face, strongly
leonine, was clean shaven, except moustache, while
those eyes, that even the seventies could flash fire,
lighted up the whole countenance, and made the gen¬
eral effect such as not to be easily forgotten by a
young man. There stood the orator and the man,
and never since have I seen the two in such exquisite
combination. The old Greek sculptor would have de¬
lighted to immortalize such a form in marble. Whis¬
pering to a tall white brother beside me (the audience
was half white) I asked: "Who, sir, is that man
speaking?" "That man? That man is Frederick
Douglass." Then looking down upon me with an
expression of mingled pity and surprise in his face,
he said : " Why, don't you know Fred. Douglass ?"
I need not say that that question brought to my mind
feelings of pride not altogether unmixed with humil¬
iation. As the old orator swept on, however, in his
own inimitable style, sprinkling his remarks with
genuine, original wit, I forgot everything else around
me. His voice, a heavy barytone, or rendered a little
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