There was very little movement of the hands or arms; only now and then the finger was raised, or the hand gently spread and waved.

As he warmed in his discourse a kind of celestial grace glimmered about his person, and his pale, thoughtful face kindled and beamed with holy light.

His sentences were entirely simple.
There was no rhetoric, no declamation or display.

Yet the soul of the hearer seemed to be fused in a spiritual eloquence which, like a white flame, burned all the personality of the speaker away.

The people sat as if they were listening to a disembodied soul.
But the appeal and the argument were never to passion, or prejudice, or mere sensibility.