the most successful struggle the race has ever made for the liberties of man. You spend half a million for a schoolhouse.
What school so eloquent to educate citizens as these walls?
turned his Simplon road aside to save a tree Caesar
had once mentioned.
Won't you turn a street or spare a quarter of an acre to remind boys what sort of men their fathers were?
Think twice before you touch these walls.
We are only the world's trustees.
The Old South no more belongs to us than Luther's, or Hampden
's, or Brutus
's name does to Germany
, or Rome
Each and all are held in trust as torchlight guides and inspiration for any man struggling for justice, and ready to die for the truth.
I went to Chicago
more than twenty years ago; and they showed me the log-house, thirty feet square and twenty feet high, in which the first officer of the United States
, the first white man, lived, where now are half a million of human beings.
There it nestled amid spacious inns, costly warehouses, and luxurious homes.
I said to them, “Why not cover it with plate-glass, and let it stand there forever, the cradle of the great city of the lakes?”
But I could not wake any sentiment in that quarter-million of traders; and the ancestral cabin which, to an anointed eye, measured the vast space between that 1816 and 1856, with its wealth and splendor, passed away.
Then I came back here.
That same week I found at my door a slave-holder from Arkansas
Singularly enough, in those bitter years, he trusted himself to me as a guide through the historic scenes of Boston
But it shows you how true it is that a prophet has no honor in his own household; how his reputation grows the farther off you get!
Well, the first place I took him to was the house of John Hancock.
We ascended those steps.
I had learned from his talk, that, on that frontier where he was born, he had never seen a