t afford would only prove temporary unless there
could be effected a thorough anti-slavery revival. This was vital. And
therefore to this end Garrison now bent his remarkable energies.

Agents, during this period when money was scarce, were necessarily few.
But the pioneer proved a host in himself. Resigning the editorial charge
of the _Liberator_ into the capable hands of Edmund Quincy, Garrison
itinerated in the role of an anti-slavery lecturer in Massachusetts,
Connecticut, and New Hampshire, reviving everywhere the languishing
interest of his disciples. On the return of Collins in the summer of
1841, revival meetings and conventions started up with increased
activity, the fruits of which were of a most cheering character. At
Nantucket, Garrison made a big catch in his anti-slavery net. It was
Frederick Douglass, young, callow, and awkward, but with his splendid
and inimitable gifts flashing through all as he, for the first time in
his life, addressed an audience of white people. Garrison, with the
instinct of leadership, saw at once the value of the runaway slave's
oratorical possibilities in their relations to the anti-slavery
movement. It was at his instance that Collins added Douglass to the band
of anti-slavery agents. The new agent has preserved his recollections of
the pioneer's speech on that eventful evening in Nantucket. Says he:
"Mr. Garrison followed me, taking me as his text; and now, whether I had
made an eloquent plea in behalf of freedom or not, his was one never to
be forgotten. Those who had heard him oftenest, and had known him
longest, were astonished at his masterly effort. For the time he
possessed that almost fabulous inspiration, often referred to but seldom
attained, in which a public meeting is transformed, as it were, into a
single individuality, the orator swaying a thousand heads and hearts at
once, and by the simple majesty of his all-controlling thought,
converting his hearers into the express image of his own soul. That
night there were, at least, a thousand Garrisonians in Nantucket!"

Here is another picture of Garrison in the lecture-field. It is from the
pen of N.P. Rogers, with whom he was making a week's tour among the
White Mountains, interspersing the same with anti-slavery meetings. At
Plymouth, failing to procure the use of a church for their purpose, they
fell back upon the temple not made with hands.

"Semi-circular seats, backed against a line of magnificent trees to
acc