as master of his emotions or his impulses. All at once he found
himself upon the stage, facing the audience, flaming with excitement,
his imagination on fire, his arms uplifted in fierce, wild gestures,
words leaping to his mind in a torrent that could not be withheld.

"One more dead," he cried, "one more. Harran dead, Annixter dead,
Broderson dead, Dabney dead, Osterman dead, Hooven dead; shot down,
killed, killed in the defence of their homes, killed in the defence of
their rights, killed for the sake of liberty. How long must it go on?
How long must we suffer? Where is the end; what is the end? How long
must the iron-hearted monster feed on our life's blood? How long must
this terror of steam and steel ride upon our necks? Will you never be
satisfied, will you never relent, you, our masters, you, our lords,
you, our kings, you, our task-masters, you, our Pharoahs. Will you never
listen to that command 'LET MY PEOPLE GO'? Oh, that cry ringing down the
ages. Hear it, hear it. It is the voice of the Lord God speaking in his
prophets. Hear it, hear it--'Let My people go!' Rameses heard it in his
pylons at Thebes, Caesar heard it on the Palatine, the Bourbon Louis
heard it at Versailles, Charles Stuart heard it at Whitehall, the white
Czar heard it in the Kremlin,--'LET MY PEOPLE GO.' It is the cry of the
nations, the great voice of the centuries; everywhere it is raised. The
voice of God is the voice of the People. The people cry out 'Let us, the
People, God's people, go.' You, our masters, you, our kings, you, our
tyrants, don't you hear us? Don't you hear God speaking in us? Will you
never let us go? How long at length will you abuse our patience? How
long will you drive us? How long will you harass us? Will nothing daunt
you? Does nothing check you? Do you not know that to ignore our cry
too long is to wake the Red Terror? Rameses refused to listen to it
and perished miserably. Caesar refused to listen and was stabbed in
the Senate House. The Bourbon Louis refused to listen and died on the
guillotine; Charles Stuart refused to listen and died on the block; the
white Czar refused to listen and was blown up in his own capital. Will
you let it come to that? Will you drive us to it? We who boast of our
land of freedom, we who live in the country of liberty? Go on as you
have begun and it WILL come to that. Turn a deaf ear to that cry of 'Let
My people go' too long and another cry will be raised, that you cannot
choose but