Of course I can't recall his words.

There was a beautiful reference to America, I remember, from the Atlantic to the Pacific, from the lakes of the frozen North to the ever-tepid waters of the sunny South--and a perfectly splendid passage about the world is and ever has been illiberal.

Witness the lonely lamp of Erasmus, the cell of Galileo, the dying bed of Pascal, the scaffold of Sidney--Sidney who, I wonder ?" "Has it taken you that way, Aunt Bell ?" "And France, the saddest example of a nation without a God, and succeeding generations will only add a new lustre to our present resplendent glory, bound together by the most sacred ties of goodwill; independent, yet acknowledging the sovereignty of Omnipotence, and it was fraught with vital interest to every thinking man--" "Spare me, Aunt Bell--it's like Coney Island, with all those carrousels going around and five bands playing at once!" "But his peroration! I can't pretend to give you any idea of its beauties--" "Don't!" "Get him to declaim it for you.

It begins in the most impressive language about his standing on top of the Rocky Mountains one day and placing his feet upon a solid rock, he saw a tempest gathering in the valley far below.

So he watches the storm--in his own language, of course--while all around him is sunshine.