That suggests what rhetoric is apt to do to the untrained intellect.

If you've anything to say or write head straight across, the field and keep your eye on the furrow.

Then comes the sowing and how beautiful is the sower striding across the field in his suit of blue jeans, with that wonderful gesture, so graceful, so imperious! Put him in a beaver hat and broadcloth and polished calfskin and a frilled shirt and you couldn't think of anything more ridiculous!" In the last diary of Samson Henry Traylor is this entry: * * * * * "I went to Gettysburg with the President to-day and sat near him when he spoke.

Mr.Everett addressed the crowd for an hour or so.

As Kelso would say 'He rode the prancing steed of Rhetoric.' My old friend went straight across the field and his look and gestures reminded me of that picture of the sower which Jack gave us one night long ago in Abe's store.