If, as we have said, Mr. Douglass seems as one whirling down some steep descent whose very impetuosity impels;--ere you are aware of it, it is the quiet serenity of Mr. Ward, as he points up the rugged ascent, and invites you to follow, that inspires your confidence and ensures your safety. Step by step do you with him climb the rugged steep; and, as you gain each succeeding eminence, he points you to new scenes and new delights;--now grand--sublime; now picturesque and beautiful;--always real. Most speakers fail to draw a perfect figure. This point I think Mr. Ward has gained. His figures, when done, stand out with prominence, possessing both strength and elegance. Douglass' imagery is fine--vivid--often gaudily painted. Ward's pictures--bold, strong, glowing. Douglass speaks right on; you acknowledge him to have been on the ground--nay, to have gone over the field; _Ward_ seeks for and finds the corners; sticks the stakes, and leaves them standing; we know where to find them. Mr. Douglass deals in generals; Mr. Ward reduces everything to a point. Douglass is the _lecturer_; Ward the _debater_. Douglass powerful in invective; Ward in argument. What advantage Douglass gains in mimicry Ward recovers in wit. Douglass has sarcasm, Ward point. Here, again, an essential difference may be pointed out:-- Douglass says much, at times, you regret he uttered. This, however, is the real man, and on reflection you like him the better for it. What Ward says you feel to be but a necessity, growing out of the case,--that it ought to have been said--that you would have said precisely the same yourself, without adding or diminishing a single sentence. Douglass, in manner, is at all times pleasing; Ward seldom less so; often raises to the truly majestic, and never descends below propriety. If you regret when Douglass ceases to speak, you are anxious Ward should continue. Dignity is an essential quality in an orator--I mean true dignity. Douglass has this in an eminent degree; Ward no less so, coupled with it great self-possession. He is never disconcerted--all he desires he says. In one of his replies to Mr. Douglass I was struck with admiration, and even delight, at the calm, dignified manner in which he expressed himself, and his ultimate triumph under what seemed to me very peculiar circumstances. Douglass' was a splendid effort--a beautiful effusion. One of those outpourings from the deeps of his heart of which he can so admirably give existence to. He had brought down thunders of well-merited applause; and sure I am, that a whisper, a breath from almost any other opponent than Mr. Ward, would have produced a tumult of hisses. Not so, however, now. The quiet, majestic air, the suppressed richness of a deep-toned, but well-cultivated voice, as the speaker paid a few well-timed compliments to his opponents, disturbed not, as it had produced, the dead stillness around. Next followed some fine sallies of wit, which broke in on the calm.