It was not like any other speech I ever heard, for it was no mere giving out by the orator of ideas and thoughts and feelings of his own.

It seemed rather--how shall I describe it ?--as though the speaker was looking into the very hearts of that vast gathering of poor men and poor women and merely telling them what they themselves felt, but could not tell.

And I shall never forget the breathless hush of the people or the quality of their responses to the orator's words.

It was as though they said, "Yes, yes" with a feeling of vast relief--"Yes, yes--at last our own hopes and fears and desires are being uttered--yes, yes." As for the orator himself, he held up one maimed hand and leaned over the edge of the platform, and his undistinguished face glowed with the white light of a great passion within.

The man had utterly forgotten himself.
I confess, among those eager working people, clad in their poor garments, I confess I was profoundly moved.