It was in the consciousness of this feeling--the consciousness
that, in his own person, he might voice, not only the feelings
of his party, but those of the whole country--that Loder rose
an hour later to make his long-delayed attack.
He stood silent for a moment, as he had done on an earlier
occasion; but this time his motive was different. Roused
beyond any feeling of self-consciousness, he waited as by
right for the full attention of the House; then quietly, but
with self-possessed firmness, he moved the motion for
adjournment.
Like a match to a train of powder, the words set flame to the
excitement that had smouldered for weeks; and in an atmosphere
of stirring activity, a scene of such tense and vital
concentration as the House has rarely witnessed, he found
inspiration for his great achievement.
To give Loder's speech in mere words would be little short of
futile. The gift of oratory is too illusive, too much a
matter of eye and voice and individuality, to allow of cold
reproduction.
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