Does it seem all but incredible to you that intelligence should travel for two thousand miles, along those slender copper lines, far down in the all but fathomless Atlantic; never before penetrated โฆ save when some foundering vessel has plunged with her hapless company to the eternal silence and darkness of the abyss? Does it seem โฆ but a miracle โฆ that the thoughts of living men โฆ should burn over the cold, green bones of men and women, whose hearts, once as warm as ours, burst as the eternal gulfs closed and roared over them centuries ago?
Edward EverettI am only one but still I am one. I cannot do everything, but still I can do something.
Edward EverettI should be glad if I could flatter myself that I came as near the central idea of the occasion, in two hours, as you did in two minutes.
Edward EverettYou shall not pile, with servile toil, Your monuments upon my breast, Nor yet within the common soil, Lay down the wreck of power to rest...
Edward Everett