Her hold upon the minds of men was wonderful.
They were the creatures of her will, and she shaped careers as if she were omnipotent.

Even the Emperor Napoleon feared her influence over his people so much that he destroyed her writings and banished her from France.
In the words of Whittier it could be said of her as might be said of any woman:-- Our homes are cheerier for her sake, Our door-yards brighter blooming, And all about the social air Is sweeter for her coming.
A guest for two weeks at the house of Arthur M.Cavanaugh, M.P., who was without arms or legs, was very desirous of knowing how he fed himself; but the conversation and manner of the host were so charming that the visitor was scarcely conscious of his deformity.
"When Dickens entered a room," said one who knew him well, "it was like the sudden kindling of a big fire, by which every one was warmed." It is said that when Goethe entered a restaurant people would lay down their knives and forks to admire him.
Philip of Macedon, after hearing the report of Demosthenes' famous oration, said: "Had I been there he would have persuaded me to take up arms against myself." Henry Clay was so graceful and impressive in his manner that a Pennsylvania tavern-keeper tried to induce him to get out of the stage-coach in which they were riding, and make a speech to himself and his wife.
"I don't think much of Choate's spread-eagle talk," said a simple-minded member of a jury that had given five successive verdicts to the great advocate; "but I call him a very lucky lawyer, for there was not one of those five cases that came before us where he wasn't on the right side." His manner as well as his logic was irresistible.
When Edward Everett took a professor's chair at Harvard after five years of study in Europe, he was almost worshiped by the students.

His manner seemed touched by that exquisite grace seldom found except in women of rare culture.

His great popularity lay in a magical atmosphere which every one felt, but no one could describe, and which never left him.
A New York lady had just taken her seat in a car on a train bound for Philadelphia, when a somewhat stout man sitting just ahead of her lighted a cigar.

She coughed and moved uneasily; but the hints had no effect, so she said tartly: "You probably are a foreigner, and do not know that there is a smoking-car attached to the train.