His voice broke, his eyes filled with tears, and his hand, holding a piece of notepaper before him, shook like a leaf.

There was not a man who heard him whose heart was not touched, and whose humanity was not quickened.

The trade secrets were pooled.

The supply of munitions was hastened.
This is the secret of his power.

No man of our period, when he is profoundly moved, and when he permits his genuine emotion to carry him away, can utter _an appeal to conscience_ with anything like so compelling a simplicity.