Captain Stacy is President of the Parent Washingtonian Temperance Society, in this city-an institution which has been in successful operation for twelve years, during which time hundreds and thousands have been added to its membership. This good Samaritan society not only secures names to the pledge, but feeds the hungry, clothes the destitute, visits the sick. It has been instrumental in healing hearts that were broken, and restoring to society men who had degraded themselves by the use of strong drinks. Through summer and winter, spring and autumn, fair weather and foul weather, Mr. Stacy has attended the meetings of this society.

His friends seem to appreciate his worth by heaping honors upon him. The last two years, he was Most Worthy Associate of the National Division. He is now Most Worthy Templar of the National Temple. These distinctions have fallen upon a worthy man. There is no poetry, no tinselry about his speeches. His thoughts are clad in a thin covering of scanty words. He works noiselessly and out of sight, but very effectually. Is there a cross to carry, his shoulders are chosen to bear the burden. Is there money to raise, his financiering skill is called into exercise. Is there a mammoth meeting to be held, he is expected to make the necessary preparations.

Mr. Stacy is in the prime of life, a man of common stature, has dark hair, large light eyes, an honest face, a good development of benevolence, and firmness enough to render him obstinate when opposed-providing ho has reason to believe he is on the right side of the question. Few men are so well

acquainted with the "workings" of the National Temple as he; few men have more influence in the great national temperance movement than he. It is evident that he accepts office for the purpose of extending the sphere of his usefulness, and not for the gratification of his personal vanity.

He never occupies much time in his public addresses— does not stop to dissect his dictionary for choice language, but speaks out in manly style the thoughts that are uppermost in his mind. He is not a classical scholar, and never tries to pass for more than he is worth, by awkward attempts at rounding periods and polishing sentences. His striking characteristics are generosity, energy, perseverance, courage and

common sense.

GERRIT SMITH.

On my return from the West, I called to see that generous philanthropist, eminent orator, and impracticable radical, Gerrit Smith. I found him in his office, pen in hand at his writing-desk. When he read my note of introduction, he remarked that he was familiar with my name, and supposed I was a much older man. He politely invited me to avail myself of his hospitality. I did so, and had an opportunity of seeing him at home.

Mr. Smith lives in a small white house, about two miles distant from the village of Peterboro'. It is plainly and sparingly furnished. There are no luxurious sofas upon which to lounge, no costly carpets upon which to tread, no costly mirrors at which to gaze. Everything about his residence partakes of the useful rather than the ornamental. I found him an accessible, sociable, pleasant man, thoroughly familiar with the history of the reformers and the reformatory movements of the present day.

It is well known that this distinguished man stands at the head of the most radical class of reformers. Indeed he stands out so far in front of his age, that slow-moving conservatives cannot appreciate the man nor his motives. He denounces rum-patronizing and pro-slavery churches consequently all