Wit, Humor, Reason, Rhetoric, Prose, Poetry and Story Woven into Eight Popular Lectures | Page 3

was but one
man who could be successfully lionized and that man was Daniel.
Captain Smith of the Titanic was held responsible by public opinion for
the sinking of the great ship and was harshly criticised by the press. His

forty years of faithful, careful service on the sea was erased by the one
mistake. It was a tremendous one, but let it be said to his credit that
experts had declared that a ship with fifteen air-tight compartments
could not sink, that if cut into halves both ends would ride the sea. The
bulk-head was made to withstand any contact, and Captain Smith never
dreamt of danger from icebergs. But when he saw his idol shattered, he
did all a brave seaman could do to save human lives. When the last
life-boat was launched he came upon a little child who was lost from its
parents. He seized a life-belt, buckled it about his waist and taking the
child in his arms, jumped into the icy ocean. Holding the child above
the water with one hand, he used the other as an oar, and reaching a
boat he placed the little one in the arms of a woman. Then returning to
his sinking ship, he threw off the life-belt and went down to his death.
Who knows but in the great reckoning day, his reward will be
"inasmuch as ye did it unto that little one on the sea, ye did it unto me."
The great Joseph Cook had a reputation that caused many to look upon
him as one who was all brains and no heart. Before meeting Mr. Cook I
was very much prejudiced against him because of what I had heard. I
lectured for a teachers' institute at New Wilmington, Pennsylvania,
when the great preacher was to follow me the next evening. As I was
leaving the county superintendent said to me: "When you reach the
main line Joseph Cook will get off the train which you are to take. I
wish you would speak to him and give him the name of the hotel where
I have reserved a room for him." When I reached the junction, and the
great savage looking lecturer stepped from the train, I said to myself:
"You can go to any hotel you please, I'll tell you nothing."
Some months later I lectured in Cooper Union Hall in New York City.
Just about time to begin the lecture Joseph Cook entered the door and
took a seat just inside. When I had talked about ten minutes, he arose
and passed out. I thought he was not pleased and the incident did not
lessen my unfavorable estimate of the great thinker.
Some three years later Mr. Cook was on our chautauqua program at
Lexington, Kentucky. Doctor W.L. Davidson, superintendent of the
assembly, requested me to call at the hotel and inform our distinguished

visitor of his hour and see to his reaching the chautauqua grounds. With
reluctance I went to the hotel and sent my card to his room. He ordered
me to be shown up to the room at once. Approaching the door I found it
open and Mr. Cook stood facing me. My impression is that politeness
was sacrificed in my haste to explain that I was sent to inform him as to
the hour of his lecture and to offer to call for him in time to escort him
to the grounds.
Extending his hand he said: "Come in and let me make my best bow to
you for the service you have rendered the temperance cause. I heard
you once for about ten minutes in Cooper Union, when I had an
engagement and had to leave. I see you are on the program tomorrow
and I shall be there."
After his first lecture, returning to the hotel I said: "Mr. Cook, if I can
be of any service to you while you are in our city, please feel at liberty
to command me at any time."
He replied: "I order you at once. I am anxious to see the home of Henry
Clay and the monument erected to his memory."
Next morning we went to Ashland and then to the cemetery. After
visiting the Clay monument, we were passing near where my daughter
had been buried only a few months before. When I had called his
attention to the sacred spot, Mr. Cook said: "I read Miss Willard's
account of her death, and the beautiful tribute paid her in the Union
Signal. Please stop a moment."
He left the carriage and going to the grave, took off his hat and stood
with uncovered head for a few moments. Then taking his seat beside
me in the carriage, he laid his hand on mine and said: "Blessed are the
dead