For, at the thunder-peal which the Almighty blew from the mouth of his servant, how, as by a miracle, the dead soul of the nation awoke to righteousness.

He does not arrogate to himself infallibility, indeed he is sure that his language is not always happily chosen.

Such errors, however, appear to him trivial, in view of indisputable and extraordinary results produced by the _Liberator_.

He believes in marrying masculine truths to masculine words.

He protests against his condemnation by comparison.
"Every writer's style is his own--it may be smooth or rough, plain or obscure, simple or grand, feeble or strong," he contends, "but _principles_ are immutable." By his principles, therefore he would, be judged.