For to-night it seemed to him that encouragement should be the prevailing note; it was always easy to see the dark side of things.

Their work, he told his hearers, was but just beginning.

They aimed at nothing less than a revolution, and revolutions were not brought about in a day.

None of them would in the flesh behold the reign of justice; was that a reason why they should neglect the highest impulses of their nature and sit contented in the shadow of the world's mourning?
He spoke with passion of the millions disinherited before their birth, with infinite tenderness of those weak ones whom our social system condemns to a life of torture, just because they are weak.
One loved the man for his great heart and for his gift of moving speech.
His wife sat, as she always did when listening intently, her body bent forward, one hand supporting her chin.

Her eyes never quitted his face.
To the second speaker it had fallen to handle in detail the differences of the hour.