treading,--when he uttered in a pulpit in Boston
only a few strong words, injected in the course of a sermon, his venerable father, between seventy and eighty years, was met the next morning and his hand shaken by a much-moved friend.
, you have my sympathy.
I cannot tell you how much I pity you.”
“What,” said the brusque old man, “what is your pity?”
“Well, I hear your son went crazy at ‘ Church Green
Such was the utter indifference.
At that time, bloody feet had smoothed the pathway for other men to tread.
Still, then and for years afterwards, insanity was the only kind-hearted excuse that partial friends could find for sympathy with such a madman!
If anything strikes one more prominently than another in this career,--to your astonishment, young men, you may say,--it is the plain, sober common-sense, the robust English element which underlay Cromwell
, which explains Hampden
, which gives the color that distinguishes 1640 in England
from 1790 in France
Plain, robust, well-balanced common-sense.
Nothing erratic; no enthusiasm which had lost its hold on firm earth; no mistake of method; no unmeasured confidence; no miscalculation of the enemy's strength.
Whoever mistook, Garrison
Fewer mistakes in that long agitation of fifty years can be charged to his account than to any other American.
Erratic as men supposed him, intemperate in utterance, mad in judgment, an enthusiast gone crazy, the moment you sat down at his side, patient in explanation, clear in statement, sound in judgment, studying carefully every step, calculating every assault, measuring the force to meet it, never in haste, always patient, waiting until the time ripened,--fit for a great leader.
Cull, if you please, from the statesmen who obeyed him, whom he either whipped into submission or summoned into existence,--cull from among