The lesser lights of the guild were innumerable.

One might have mistaken it for an annual meeting of the Associated Press.
V The convention assembled.

It was in Cincinnati's great Music Hall.
Schurz presided.

Who that was there will ever forget his opening words: "This is moving day." He was just turned forty-two; in his physiognomy a scholarly _Herr Doktor_; in his trim lithe figure a graceful athlete; in the tones of his voice an orator.
Even the bespectacled doctrinaires of the East, whence, since the days when the Star of Bethlehem shone over the desert, wisdom and wise men have had their emanation, were moved to something like enthusiasm.

The rest of us were fervid and aglow.