text:  And yet and yet are not those the true views after all? Are the effects to be forgotten in the instruments or is it not the result which forms the character of the whole? Are we to think of the dagger which strikes the master of a throne as only the steel in the hand of an assassin or as the summoner to civil war and the subversion of thrones? Is the pen which pours political frenzy through the hearts of living millions or sheds the splendours of poetry over millions still to come to be valued only as the feather of a bird? Or is the press itself to be remembered only as a dexterous combination of springs and screws; or to be bowed down to as the steward of all the hidden treasures of mind--as the breaker of intellectual chains the avenger of injured rights the moral Hercules that goes forth turning the wilderness to fertility and smiting the monsters of the world? But among the wonders of the time there was one which struck me with prodigious force which has remained on my recollection to this hour and which still survives with undiminished vividness