Yet, if wit was the stuff of Fuller’s intellectual outfit, and he was quaint and humorous, even grotesque, in his writings, full of quips, quirks, puns, conceits, alliterations, antitheses and anecdote, there was every antecedent probability that what he was at the desk he would be in the pulpit, nay, more, that his splendid faculties and relucent abilities would have warmed under the influence of the public assembly, and sparkle out into verveful coruscations when confronted with a sympathetic audience.