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The following graphic description of MR. THOMPSON'S person and oratory is copied from the Manchester (Eng.) Times:

MR. THOMPSON.

The following is the substance of a correspondent's reply, who was asked his opinion of Mr. Thompson, as a public speaker, and which we here subjoin to our report of his speech.

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With his person, you are acquainted-about five feet ten inches-slender, yet firm a little Roman about the nose-a deep, dark, keen eye-ruddy, though not the delicate hue of the rose-a frame, in short, in which health appears to have taken up its abode-with the apparent agility of a racer. His manner is always easy, though not in every instance graceful, and invariably natural. His actions correspond with his eye, varied and quick; and though redundant, never palling, and never offensive by being awkward. It is impossible to pronounce him a finished speaker, and yet there is that about him which at once disarms criticism, and prevents you from finding fault. There is an energy which often entrenches on violence, but it is not energy throughout;—it is not the torrent over the wide and inclined campaign, which sweeps on with one continued force ;-it belongs more to the flood among the mountains, rolling over tremendous heights, and in proportion to the depth of its falls, again tossing its spray upward-with breaks and pauses among the rocks--and then murmuring along the plainer portions of the country-and rarely ever, in its loudest roar, its boldest dashes, distracting to the ear of the by-stander. The secret of this is, Mr. Thompson is never vehement, never impassioned, except in cases where truth-from its strength, and fact-from its atrocity and other peculiar characteristics, require it; then, and then only, is he energetic— powerful-overwhelming—almost oppressive. His voice is, upon the whole, sound-though not like the bell; it is varied, full-equally adapted to the colloquial, the sarcastic, the ironical, the pleasant, the oratorical-in each of which he indulges; affording the same variety to the ear, which a rich landscape exhibits to the eye. If his energy were brought to bear upon that of Dr. Chalmers, the difference would be found to exist in the circumstance of the latter giving out at greater lengths what the former lets out at intervals; in the one, the disturbed air comes in more frequent and unexpected gusts; in the other, the tempest is of longer continuance-yet both moving leaf, twig, branch, and stem, of the human forest, over which

the voice is permitted to pass. With considerable acuteness, is combined great strength of intellect; and though Mr. Thompson's is not a mind that would delight to enter into the various subtleties and niceties of an argument-pursuing it through all its intricacies, doublings, and bearingsferreting it out of all its lurking places--and keeping close to its heels to the very last, like hounds in the chase; yet he possesses what is infinitely better for his purpose and for the occasion—and this, by the way, is no bad proof of the sagacity of the Anti-slavery Society in the selection they have made-a ready perception of evil, and a masculine grasp. The facts are too glaring the subject too atrocious, for a profuse expenditure of logic. He proceeds to work, therefore, like the eagle, who, on perceiving his prey never for a moment, busies himself in examining the plumage, the bill, the head, or the tail of the bird upon which he is about to pounce, but views it as a whole-makes one fell swoop-clutches it at once-and bears it up, writhing in very agony, till lost for ever to the gaze of the spectators. 'There is no delicacy in his handling-a mode of proceeding that ought to have been commenced much earlier; it is prey that he has to deal with— prey, to be destroyed-not for its value-but because of its odiousness, having been hurtful to the life and property of others—and in the destruction of which the multitude are induced to revel. This is the man for the work. If there is a naked point, it is seen; and though bare before, it is still laid more bare to the public eye. If deception has been resorted to, it is exposed. If cruelty has been practiced, the branding iron is applied. He goes about the business somewhat in the manner of our friend Taylor, of Oldfield lane. The case has been in the hands of others--it has been tampered with-it has now become desperate-life is at stake. There is no ceremony-rank never once occurs to the mind-health is the object-a few twinges and writhings in the patient are observed, so intently is the eye fixed upon the grand object to be attained-health, perfect health. Never, never, did man, take captive an audience sooner or more effectually, on the slave question, than did Mr. Thompson. He bore his hearers along with him, after first drawing them to him-relieved them every now and then from an intensity of feeling, under which was manifested the stillness of the tomb, the fixed eye, and the palpitating heart, by some lighter, but more graphic picture presented to the imagination, breaking out as suddenly as a gleam of sunshine, or coming upon them as unexpectedly as a beautiful, yet picturesque scene, in a lovely valley, invisible to the tourist, till he is brought in his rambles to the verge of the elevated ground in the vicinity. He is as good a painter as he is a powerful declaimer, and is logician enough for the subject in hand; and modest as was the designation of an address, which he gave to the remarks that were made, it would have pressed with the weight of a severe lecture upon the hearts and upon the understandings of the least susceptible, and the least intellectual, of the anti-abolitionists,

had they been present on the occasion; and what was doubtless more agreeable to others, he did not read them a lecture.'

In speaking of Mr. Thompson's argumentative powers, it is by no means insinuated that there is any essential defect in the manner, the process, or the result of his reasonings. He sustains no injury when it is affirmed that he is not a Locke, not a Reid, not a Beattie, not a Dugald Stuart. There are many gradations of intellect between a person of respectable talents and the first of these masters. He may not reach any of these, and yet surpass millions of the human species. His is not the long and even thread of the finest spun cotton, but a logic of points and angles, shooting out in unexpected directions, and excessively annoying to the persons against whom it is directed. It is the logic, not of the study, but of the market, the exchange, and the counting-house; the logic, not of the few, but of the multitude. It is, in short, the logic of the lightning, whose stroke is death to the objection of his opponent, whose flush is conviction to the observer.'

THE SUBSTANCE OF A SPEECH,

Delivered in the Wesleyan Methodist Chapel, Irwell Street, Salford, Manchester, (Eng) on Monday, August 13th, 1832: by George Thompson, Esq., being a Reply to Mr. Borthwick's statements on the subject of Slavery.

MR. GEORGE THOMPSON, who had been delivering lectures on Colonial Slavery in Manchester and the neighboring towns, appeared in the Wesleyan Chapel, Irwell street, on Monday, August 13, in order to give a reply, agreeably to advertisement, to Mr. Borthwick, a pro-slavery gentleman. The moment Mr. Thompson was recognised, walking along the aisle towards the vestry, a burst of applause immediately proceeded from the auditory. Precisely at seven o'clock he ascended the pulpit, accompanied by the Boroughreeve, William Hill, Esq.; Mr. Peter Clare, one of the Secretaries of the Anti-slavery Society, and by Mr. James Everett, one of the members of the Committee. To the latter was assigned the office of arranging and handing to the speaker the documentary papers requsite to support the great cause of humanity. The large and beautiful chapel was crowded with a highly respectable auditory; and never was a speaker more enthusiastically received-more attentively heard-more feelingly responded to. Mr. Borthwick and his friends sat immediately below the speaker.

MR. HILL. Before I introduce the gentleman who is to address you this evening I have one observation to make. A party of gentlemen have done me the honor to address a note to me, inquiring whether the discussion will be confined to the gentleman who is to address you. As I have not had the opportunity of a personal interview with these gentlemen, I beg leave to state, that the discussion here will be confined to Mr. Thompson alone, and if any gentleman has any thing to say, afterwards, I shall be happy to see him either in the vestry, or at my house. With these few observations I beg to introduce to you

George Thompson, Esq., the advocate of the Anti-slavery Society.

MR. THOMPSON here stepped to the front of the pulpit, and was again received with deafening cheers. As soon as these had subsided, he addressed his audience as follows:

I think I may assume that all here are fully acquainted with the circumstances under which we are met this evening. This is the fifth time I have had the honor of appearing before a Manchester and Salford auditory. For 11 months previously to my coming here, I had been rapidly travelling through the south-western and other parts of England, and I think I may safely leave it to you, whether or not I am a friend to the safe and immediate abolition of slavery. I came to Manchester humbly and zealously, but sincerely and upon Christian principles, to discuss the great, the momentous, the high moral question, whether slavery--whether British colonial slavery--shall continue, or whether there is humanity enough,-self denial enough,zeal enough, sufficient Christianity in British bosoms, and sufficient security in British arms and British religion, to do our duty, to open the door of the prison house, and 'bid the oppressed go free.' How I have discharged my duty you are all witnesses.

I have caluminated no man. When I opened my mission I simply contended that slavery was an evil in the sight of GOD, and that therefore it ought to be immediately and forever abolished. It has been laid to my charge that I have spoken of the absent. I confess it. I have spoken of the 755,000 distressed human beings who are absent, and cannot therefore plead their own cause; who are distant, and have no means of making their complaints heard across the wide Atlantic; who have no 60 or 70 members in the House of Commons to represent their interests, (cheers ;) who have no paid agents, (great cheering) in Berkley square, in Cavendish square, and in Whitehall place; who have no one that can drive down in his carriage to Downing street, and threaten the minister, if he do not do this or that, he will withhold his influence and support from him. (Cheers.) They have no friends like these. Their friends are they who are influenced alone by religion, by humanity, by a sense of duty,

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