sh to express his agreement with
the last speaker and "say ditto to Mr. Burke," he tells you
when that was said, what was the occasion, and gives you the
name of Mr. Kruger, who stood for the representation of Bristol
with Burke.

Mr. Everett's stores were inexhaustible. If any speaker
have to get ready in a hurry for a great occasion, let him
look through the index of the four volumes of Everett's speeches,
and he will find matter enough, not only to stimulate his
own thought and set its currents running, but to illustrate
and adorn what he will say.

But pretty soon the orator rises into a higher plane. Some
lofty sentiment, some stirring incident, some patriotic emotion,
some play of fancy or wit comes from the brain or heart of
the speaker. The audience is hushed to silence. Perhaps
a little mist begins to gather in their eyes. There is now
an accent of emotion in the voice, though still soft and
gentle. The Greek statue begins to move. There is life in
the limbs. There has been a lamp kindled somewhere behind
the clear and transparent blue eyes. The flexible muscles
of the face have come to life now. Still there is no jar or
disorder. The touch upon the nerves of the audience is like
that of a gentle nurse. The atmosphere is that of a May
morning. There is no perfume but that of roses and lilies.
But still, gently at first, the warmer feelings are kindled in
the hearts of the speaker and hearers. The frame of the
speaker is transfigured. The trembling hands are lifted
high in the air. The rich, sweet voice fills the vast audience
chamber with its resonant tones. At last, the bugle, the
trumpet, the imperial clarion rings out full and clear, and
the vast audience is transported as to another world--I had
almost said to a seventh heaven. Read the welcome to Lafayette
or the close of the matchless eulogy on that illustrious object
of the people's love. Read the close of the oration on Washington.
Read the contrast of Washington and Marlborough. Read the
beautiful passage where, just before the ocean cable was laid,
the rich fancy of the speaker describes--

"The thoughts that we think up here on the earth's surface
in the cheerful light of day--clothing ourselves with elemental
sparks, and shooting with fiery speed in a moment, in the
twinkling of an eye, from hemisphere to hemisphere, far down
among the uncouth monsters that wallow in the nether seas,
along the wreck-paved floor, thorough