In that body, worn with age, was born again something of that unconquerable faith which had made Booth as a lad cry out seventy years before, in a prophetic transport, 'The trumpet has sounded the signal for the fight.

Your General assures you of success and a glorious reward.

Your crown is ready.

Why do you wait and hesitate so?
Forward, forward, forward!' "Booth was not one to be intimidated.

He tolerated insults with Olympic patience.