. The library of historic characters and famous events of all nations and all ages. en he had, what Webster never had, and what Clay had,the magnetism and grace that melt a million souls into I saw him he was sixty-five ; lithe as a boy; his everyattitude was beauty; his every gesture, grace. Macready orBooth never equalled him. And then he had, what so few American speakers have, avoice that sounded the gamut. I heard him once, in ExeterHall, say: Americans, I send my voice careering, like thethunder-storm, across the Atlantic, to tell South Carolina thatGods thunderbolts are hot, an
. The library of historic characters and famous events of all nations and all ages. en he had, what Webster never had, and what Clay had,the magnetism and grace that melt a million souls into I saw him he was sixty-five ; lithe as a boy; his everyattitude was beauty; his every gesture, grace. Macready orBooth never equalled him. And then he had, what so few American speakers have, avoice that sounded the gamut. I heard him once, in ExeterHall, say: Americans, I send my voice careering, like thethunder-storm, across the Atlantic, to tell South Carolina thatGods thunderbolts are hot, and to remind the negro that thedawn of his redemption is drawing near ; and I seemed tohear his voice reverberating and re-echoing back to Londonfrom the Rocky Mountains. And then, with the slightestpossible flavor of an Irish brogue, he would tell a story thatwould make all Exeter Hall laugh; and, the next moment,there were tears in his voice, like an old song, and five thous-and men would be in tears. And, all the while, no effort—heseemed only breathing.—Wendell Phili^
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