at pygmean race Beyond the Indian mount; or fairy elves, Whose midnight revels, by a forest side Or fountain, some belated peasant sees. Thus incorporeal spirits to smallest forms Reduced their shapes immense, and were at large, Though without number still, amid the hall Of that infernal court. Mr. Chairman, they got no further than the hall [Cheers.] They were not, in the current phrase, a healthy party ! The healthy party-the men who made no compromise in order to come under that arch — Milton describes further on, where he says:
But far within, And in their own dimensions, like themselves, The great seraphic lords and cherubim, In close recess and secret conclave, sat; A thousand demigods on golden seats Frequent and full. These were the healthy party!
[Loud applause.] Thest are the Casses and the Houstons, the Footes and the Souls, the Clays, the Websters, and the Douglases, that bow no lofty forehead in the dust, but can find ample room and verge enough under the Constitut