They do not care about words. It is enough if there be pressure
of the hand and a kindly and loving glance of the eye. That
is all we can do now. But the trouble is to know how to do
it when a man's friends and lovers and spiritual children
are to be counted by the millions. I suppose if all the people
in this country, and, indeed in all the quarters of the globe,
who would like to tell their gratitude to Dr. Hale, were
to come together to do it, Boston Common would not hold them.
"There is once in a while, through the quality is rare, an
author, a historian, or a writer of fiction, or a preacher, or a
pastor, or an orator or poet, or an influential or beloved
citizen, who in everything he says or does seems to be sending
a personal message from himself. The message is inspired
and tinctured and charged and made electric with the quality
of the individual soul. We know where it comes from. No
mask, no shrinking modesty can hide the individuality. Every
man knows from whom it comes, and hails it as a special message
to himself. We say, That is from my friend to me! The message
may be read by a million eyes and reach a million souls.
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