George F. Hoar: “But he knew what the farmer and the mechanic and the workman at his bench were thinking of, and addressed himself always…”

We bring you a more costly and precious gift than any jewel or diadem, though it came from an Emperor's treasury.

We bring you the heart's love of Boston where you were born, and Worcester where you took the early vows you have kept so well; of Massachusetts who knows she has no worthier son, and of the great and free country to whom you have taught…

This Treaty would make us a vulgar, common place empire, controlling subject races and vassal states, in which one class must forever rule and other classes forever obey.

We speak of a light that makes darkness visible; and similarly there are sounds that deepen the long intervals of silence with which they alternate.