KNOWING THE PRICE WE MUST PAY, THE SACRIFICE WE MUST MAKE, THE BURDENS WE MUST CARRY, THE ASSAULTS WE MUST ENDURE—­KNOWING FULL WELL THE COST—­yet we enlist, and we enlist for the war.  FOR WE KNOW THE JUSTICE OF OUR CAUSE, and we know, too, its certain triumph.

    NOT RELUCTANTLY THEN, but eagerly, not with faint hearts BUT
    STRONG, do we now advance upon the enemies of the people.  FOR
    THE CALL THAT COMES TO US is the call that came to our fathers. 
    As they responded so shall we.

    “HE HATH SOUNDED FORTH A TRUMPET that shall never call retreat. 
    HE IS SIFTING OUT THE HEARTS OF MEN before His judgment seat. 
    OH, BE SWIFT OUR SOULS TO ANSWER HIM, BE JUBILANT OUR FEET,
        Our God is marching on.”

    —­ALBERT J. BEVERIDGE.

Remember that two sentences, or two parts of the same sentence, which contain changes of thought, cannot possibly be given effectively in the same key.  Let us repeat, every big change of thought requires a big change of pitch.  What the beginning student will think are big changes of pitch will be monotonously alike.  Learn to speak some thoughts in a very high tone—­others in a very, very low tone. DEVELOP RANGE. It is almost impossible to use too much of it.

HAPPY AM I THAT THIS MISSION HAS BROUGHT MY FEET AT LAST TO PRESS NEW ENGLAND’S HISTORIC SOIL and my eyes to the knowledge of her beauty and her thrift. Here within touch of Plymouth Rock and Bunker Hill—­WHERE WEBSTER THUNDERED and Longfellow sang, Emerson thought AND CHANNING PREACHED—­HERE IN THE CRADLE OF AMERICAN LETTERS and almost of American liberty, I hasten to make the obeisance that every American owes New England when first he stands uncovered in her mighty presence. Strange apparition! This stern and unique figure—­carved from the ocean and the wilderness—­its majesty kindling and growing amid the storms of winter and of wars—­until at last the gloom was broken, ITS BEAUTY DISCLOSED IN THE SUNSHINE, and the heroic workers rested at its base—­while startled kings and emperors gazed and marveled that from the rude touch of this handful cast on a bleak and unknown shore should have come the embodied genius of human government AND THE PERFECTED MODEL OF HUMAN LIBERTY! God bless the memory of those immortal workers, and prosper the fortunes of their living sons—­and perpetuate the inspiration of their handiwork....

Far to the South, Mr. President, separated from this section by a line—­once defined in irrepressible difference, once traced in fratricidal blood, AND NOW, THANK GOD, BUT A VANISHING SHADOW—­lies the fairest and richest domain of this earth.  It is the home of a brave and hospitable people.  THERE IS CENTERED ALL THAT CAN PLEASE OR PROSPER HUMANKIND.  A PERFECT CLIMATE ABOVE a fertile soil yields to the husbandman every product of the temperate