the station, and took the morning train for Cincinnati."
I cannot conclude this sketch of our author's life without alluding to an incident which occurred at Aurora, my native town, on a visit to that place in the winter of 1844.
Dr. Brown was advertised to speak in the old church, which he found filled to overflowing, with an audience made up mostly of men who had previously determined that the meeting should not be held.
The time for opening the meeting had already arrived, and the speaker was introduced by my father, who acted as chairman.
The coughing, whistling, stamping of feet, and other noises made by the assemblage, showed the prejudice existing against the anti-slavery cause, the doctrines of which the speaker was there to advocate. This tumult lasted for half an hour or more, during which time unsalable eggs, peas, and other missiles were liberally thrown at the speaker.
One of the eggs took effect on the doctor's face, spattering over his nicely-ironed shirt bosom, and giving him a somewhat ungainly appearance, which kept the audience in roars of laughter at the expense of our fugitive friend.
Becoming tired of this sort of fun, and getting his Southern blood fairly aroused, Dr. Brown, who, driven from the pulpit, was standing in front of the altar,
