The Perfect Tribute eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 24 pages of information about The Perfect Tribute.

The Perfect Tribute eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 24 pages of information about The Perfect Tribute.
on the audience was irrepressible, ghastly.  After Everett’s deep tones, after the strain of expectancy, this extraordinary, gaunt apparition, this high, thin sound from the huge body, were too much for the American crowd’s sense of humor, always stronger than its sense of reverence.  A suppressed yet unmistakable titter caught the throng, ran through it, and was gone.  Yet no one who knew the President’s face could doubt that he had heard it and had understood.  Calmly enough, after a pause almost too slight to be recognized, he went on, and in a dozen words his tones had gathered volume, he had come to his power and dignity.  There was no smile now on any face of those who listened.  People stopped breathing rather, as if they feared to miss an inflection.  A loose-hung figure, six feet four inches high, he towered above them, conscious of and quietly ignoring the bad first impression, unconscious of a charm of personality which reversed that impression within a sentence.  That these were his people was his only thought.  He had something to say to them; what did it matter about him or his voice?

“Fourscore and seven years ago,” spoke the President, “our fathers brought forth on this continent a new nation, conceived in liberty and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.  Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation, so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure.  We are met on a great battle-field of that war.  We have come to dedicate a portion of it as a final resting-place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live.  It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.

“But in a larger sense we cannot dedicate, we cannot consecrate, we cannot hallow, this ground.  The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it far above our poor power to add or to detract.  The world will little note nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here.  It is for us, the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced.  It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us—­that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they here gave the last full measure of devotion—­that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain, that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom, and that government of the people, by the people, for the people shall not perish from the earth.”

There was no sound from the silent, vast assembly.  The President’s large figure stood before them, at first inspired, glorified with the thrill and swing of his words, lapsing slowly in the stillness into lax, ungraceful lines.  He stared at them a moment with sad eyes full of gentleness, of resignation, and in the deep quiet they stared at him.  Not a hand was lifted in applause.  Slowly the big,

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