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and now the brightest and steadiest of all the shining hosts of our moral sky
has silently and peacefully descended below the distant horizon, whither
all are tending, no more to take part in the busy scenes of life.

In the death of William Lloyd Garrison, we behold a great life ended, a
great purpose achieved, a great career beautifully finished, and a great
example of heroic endeavor nobly established. For our own good and the
good of those who come after us, we cannot let this event sink too deep into
our hearts, we cannot too often recur to this noble life and thrilling history,
or too closely copy this great example.

The world has seen many heroes, some who have founded empires,
some who have overthrown governments, some who have with their strong
arms and broad swords hewed their way to power, fame and fortune. There
have been great BishOps, great Kings, great Generals, and great Statesmen;
but these great ones for the most part owed their greatness to circumstances
apart from themselves. Our great Bishops have had great Churches behind
them, our great rulers, great nations behind them, our great Generals, great
armies behind them. Their light was brilliant but borrowed. It was not so
with the great man whose memory we celebrate to-night. He owed nothing
to his early surroundings. He was born to poverty, to labor and to hardship.
He was his own counsellor, his own guide and his own college. He stood
among the learned and great of his day by his own exertion. He moved not
with the tide, but against it. He rose not by the power of the Church or the
State, but in bold, inflexible and defiant opposition to the mighty power of
both. It was the glory of this man that he could stand alone with the truth,
and calmly await the result. He went forth a slender youth, as we all know,
without purse, without scrip, without friends and without fame, to battle
with a system of boundless wealth and power. He had faith in the simple
truth and faith in himself. He was unusually modest and retiring in his
disposition; but his zeal was like fire, and his courage like steel, and during
all his fifty years of service, in sunshine and storm, no doubt or fear as to
the final result, ever shook his manly breast or caused him to swerve an
inch from the right line of principle.

No wonder that in their moral blindness men called him a fanatic and a
madman, for against such overwhelming odds it was thought that nothing
but madness would venture to contend. But there was nothing of madness
in the composition of William Lloyd Gam'son, or in his espousal of the
cause to which he gave his mind and heart. On the contrary he was among
the sanest of men. He had duly measured the mighty system of slavery, and
knew the ten thousand sources of influence by which it was sustained. He

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