It is, sir, as I
have said, a small college. And yet there are those who love it."
Here his feelings mastered him; his eyes filled with tears, his lips
quivered, his voice was choked. In broken words of tenderness he spoke of
his attachment to the college, and his tones seemed filled with the
memories of home and boyhood; of early affections and youthful privations
and struggles.
"The court room," says Mr. Goodrich, to whom we owe this
description, "during these two or three minutes presented an
extraordinary spectacle. Chief Justice Marshall, with his tall and
gaunt figure bent over as if to catch the slightest whisper, the
deep furrows of his cheek expanded with emotion and his eyes
suffused with tears; Mr. Justice Washington, at his side, with his
small and emaciated frame, and countenance more like marble than I
ever saw on any other human being,--leaning forward with an eager,
troubled look; and the remainder of the court at the two
extremities, pressing, as it were, to a single point, while the
audience below were wrapping themselves round in closer folds
beneath the bench, to catch each look and every movement of the
speaker's face.
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