When Every Brake Hath Found

What Subsists To-day By Violence Continues To-morrow By Acquiescence And Is Perpetuated By Tradition; Till At Last The Hoary Abuse Shakes The Gray Hairs Of Antiquity At Us, And Gives It-self Out As The Wisdom Of Ages.

I Should Be Glad If I Could Flatter Myself That I Came As Near The Central Idea Of The Occasion, In Two Hours, As You Did In Two Minutes.

Ever The Characteristic Manners Of Cowardice.

Does It Seem All But Incredible To You That Intelligence Should Travel For Two Thousand Miles, Along Those Slender Copper Lines, Far Down In The All But Fathomless Atlantic; Never Before Penetrated … Save When Some Foundering Vessel Has Plunged With Her Hapless Company To The Eternal Silence And Darkness Of The Abyss? Does It Seem … But A Miracle … That The Thoughts Of Living Men … Should Burn Over The Cold, Green Bones Of Men And Women, Whose Hearts, Once As Warm As Ours, Burst As The Eternal Gulfs Closed And Roared Over Them Centuries Ago?

Truth Travels Down From The Heights Of Philosophy To The Humblest Walks Of Life, And Up From The Simplest Perceptions Of An Awakened Intellect To The Discoveries Which Almost Change The Face Of The World. At Every Stage Of Its Progress It Is Genial, Luminous, Creative.