Chicago, Nov. 14 ’79. 
A little after 5 in the morning.

I’ve just come to my room, Livy darling, I guess this was the memorable night of my life.  By George, I never was so stirred since I was born.  I heard four speeches which I can never forget.  One by Emory Storrs, one by Gen. Vilas (O, wasn’t it wonderful!) one by Gen. Logan (mighty stirring), one by somebody whose name escapes me, and one by that splendid old soul, Col.  Bob Ingersoll,—­oh, it was just the supremest combination of English words that was ever put together since the world began.  My soul, how handsome he looked, as he stood on that table, in the midst of those 500 shouting men, and poured the molten silver from his lips!  Lord, what an organ is human speech when it is played by a master!  All these speeches may look dull in print, but how the lightning glared around them when they were uttered, and how the crowd roared in response!  It was a great night, a memorable night.  I am so richly repaid for my journey—­and how I did wish with all my whole heart that you were there to be lifted into the very seventh heaven of enthusiasm, as I was.  The army songs, the military music, the crashing applause —­Lord bless me, it was unspeakable.

Out of compliment they placed me last in the list—­No. 15—­I was to “hold the crowd”—­and bless my life I was in awful terror when No. 14. rose, at a o’clock this morning and killed all the enthusiasm by delivering the flattest, insipidest, silliest of all responses to “Woman” that ever a weary multitude listened to.  Then Gen. Sherman (Chairman) announced my toast, and the crowd gave me a good round of applause as I mounted on top of the dinner table, but it was only on account of my name, nothing more —­they were all tired and wretched.  They let my first sentence go in. silence, till I paused and added “we stand on common ground”—­then they burst forth like a hurricane and I saw that I had them!  From that time on, I stopped at the end of each sentence, and let the tornado of applause and laughter sweep around me—­and when I closed with “And if the child is but the prophecy of the man, there are mighty few who will doubt that he succeeded,” I say it who oughtn’t to say it, the house came down with a crash.  For two hours and a half, now, I’ve been shaking hands and listening to congratulations.  Gen. Sherman said, “Lord bless you, my boy, I don’t know how you do it—­it’s a secret that’s beyond me—­but it was great—­give me your hand again.”

And do you know, Gen. Grant sat through fourteen speeches like a graven image, but I fetched him!  I broke him up, utterly!  He told me he laughed till the tears came and every bone in his body ached. (And do you know, the biggest part of the success of the speech lay in the fact that the audience saw that for once in his life he had been knocked out of his iron serenity.)