ecognized the clink of it to-day, when the apostle of the Higher law came to lay his garland of everlasting — none has better right than he-upon the monument of the Pilgrims.
[Enthusiastic cheering.] He says he is not a descendant of the Pilgrims.
That is a mistake.
There is a pedigree of the body and a pedigree of the mind.
[Applause.] He knows so much about the Mayflower, that, as they say in the West, I know he was thar.
[Laughter and applause.] Ay, Sir, the rock cropped out again.
Garrison had it for an imposing-stone when he looked in the faces of seventeen millions of angry men and printed his sublime pledge, I will not retreat a single inch, and I will be heard.
Sir, you say you are going to raise a monument to the Pilgrims.
I know where I would place it, if I had a vote.
I should place one corner-stone on the rock, and the other on that level spot where fifty of the one hundred were buried before the winter was over.
In that touching, eloquent, te