New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1917-10-28
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own peoplev His enthusiasm Is infections,
his pride in the revolution unbounded. we
are Only doing what you have done centuries
ago. only we are trying TO do it better-witt-
out the Napoleon and the Cromwell"
To-day the young lawyer has changed ,hs
workingman's jacket he affected during thess
early DAYS for the uniform. His ideas, 100,
have charged with the force Of circumstance
His faith in the common sense of the Russian
people has been severely shaken, and the rraa
who abolished capital punishment has benz
forced TO restore it. But his ideals rer's'a
the same. They have been modified, @,
abandoned.
"People call mo a mad idealist, but thacr
God for tire idcaists in this world" For, In
spite Of all his energy, Alexander Feodoro-
witch is essentially an idealist. From the day
when he left the University Of Petrograd to
enter upon his legal career he has never Gree
put his material prospects before his political
beliefs He nigh. have made large fort1ns
as lawyer. Instead, he preferred 20 spend
his time in defending the oppressed and un-
Justly accused prisoners in the famous pc III
cal trials which stained the records Of he
Russian tribunals under the old regime. as
gospel is the gospel Of suffering, and in sI
his short and active life he has never spi red
himself Nothing is worth living for w.Eea
t. not worth dying for" "Great deaths GET
great children" "Great privileges al'o de-
mand great dute.." And then the passionate
rebuke: And you, comrades, who have suf-
fercd for ten years in silence, who have ar
ried out all the commands Of the hated old
regime, who have shot down your own people
when the government demanded, now, " en-
you have won your liberty-now, you car los
hold out little longer! Is, then, the free
State Of Russia nothing but band Of re.
volted slaves?"
These are some Of the fragments taken
random from his great speeches before
Russian offensive Il is his own gospel q,
combined with his wonderful powers Of
oratory, it Is the chief secret Of his suect IS
have heard practically all the great R IS
sian orators OF to-day but not even ~ Nal a.
koY. the great Cadet barrister, can sway his
audience as NJ Kerensky dominates his. The
effect is magical even on foreigner. but on
Russian in this hour Of crisis It Is all-com-
pelling. That harsh whisper, the pale white
color of that sunken face, the long pauses TO
gather fresh strength for the sharp, incis.vs
phrases that sting almost like a lash, the
syaying body that twists and gasps for
breath and finally falls limp and exhausted
TO the grounds it not symbolical OF that
supreme agony through which Russia herself
is passing? 81 have come 70 make my
supreme appeal because ! am at the end OF
nv strength" I'D the enormous crowd In
the Opera House in Moscow In June knows
that it Is true, feels that It Is Russia herset
who is talking to them. One man whispe
to another, "He has only one kidney" and
admiration swells for this man who Is faced
with the herculean task Of carrying through
a revolution and world-war at the same
time. and who In a country where energy Is
conspicuously lacking can, in spite Of shat
tered health, work nineteen hours in the
twentyfour.