George F. Hoar: “Slow he speaks in accents solemn, Life is all an empty hum, Man, by adulation only Can'st thou ever great become.”

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.

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…

It is not too much to say that most of the main roads in England are Roman; but the very continuity of their use has caused this to be overlooked.

We are here in the sweet silence of a summer morning, eighteen hundred years after such a scene, and able mentally to catch some glimpse of it; some echo of the storm that has left behind it so ineffaceable a mark.