The Sun.
London, England, 1861-05-25 00:00:00

MI?. TRAIN'S SPE E CH AT ISLINGTON

(From the London American of Wednesday.)

The magnificent hall recently erected at High
bury Barn was built by the enterprising proprieto•,
Senore Giovaneli, in seven weeks, and is one of the
finest rooms of the kind in London.
Some four or five hundred guests sat down to
the grand inaugural banquet which we allude]
to in our last, comprising editors, vestrymen, ant
residents of Islington. Mr. APEvoy, M.P., wh)
was to take the chair, wrote a note at the las:.
moment that he was detained on the question d
Irish Education in the House of Commons, ad
some of the gentlemen connected with the Islington
Vestry, who had given Mr. Train permission to in-
troduce his street railways in the parish, immeli-
ately proposed that Mr. Train should take the char.
The audience insisted, and the banquet was pry.
longed till midnight—a banquet of English, Irist,
and Scotch, with an American chairman.
The following eloquent remarks were made b:
Mr. Train in response to the toast—" The Chair-
man."

The frequent allusions to American affairs to-
night I presume have been made because my
nationality is known, and you wish an American's
opinion of American affairs. (Hear, hear.) But if I
touch upon them you will perhaps object to my
language, my earnest way of calling plain things
by their plain names. (No.) Will you let me speak
what I think ? (Yes.) Will you let me give you the
actual sentiments of a man who loves his country
only second to his God ? (Applause.) Then you
shall have it, and that is expressed in pointed words
under the flag on the outside of every Northern en-
velope—Death to Traitors. (Hear, hear.) You
love your country, so do I mine; you rejoice to see
the Chartist demonstration crushed in its infancy.
(Hear, hear.) You erect monuments to the heroes
who stansped out the Indian rebellion ; and you
shot down those on the Ballarat, when I was in
Australia, when they broke the law of the na-
tion. (Hear, bear.) How, then, can you sympa-
thise with those blackhearted knaves who would
ruin a land blessed by God with natural and na-
tional attributes grander than any known to man !
Having been in England from the commencement
of the insurrection, I have earnestly watched the
opinion of the people. First there seemed general
lament about what they termed fratricidal war—
(hear, hear)—but on second thought the sympathy
appeared to be like that of a successful merchant
over the failure of his rival on the other side of the
street. (Cheers and hear.) The next phase was a
universal howl at the Morrill (all pronounced it
highly immoral) Tariff. (Laughter.) The pocket
was in a spasm ; and trade knows little sympathy.
You forgot your half a century of Wilberforcian •
ism, and patted the South cotton and slavery on
the back—the Times leading off and encouraging
the traitors. Then the South clapped an export
duty on cotton. Again the tide ebbed, and the South
was proved barbarian by the pirate chief, who dis-
gusted everybody with his privateering proclama-
tion. (Shame.) Then Lord John Russell declared
war against the North (no, no) by acknowledging
that the Southerners were belligerent, and
did us—most humiliating to our pride—the dis-
tinguished honour—quoting Canning in 1825—0 f
comparing us with the beggarly Turks. (Laughter.)
Lord Palmerston lost no time in correcting the bad
impression of the Foreign Secretary, and the
Queen's Proclamation now comes most opportunely.
(Hear, hear.) When a man has corns on his feet he
is most irritable when his neighbour goes out of his
way to tread upon them : so if England really wishes
to unite the two parts, let her overhaul an American
ship. (Hear.) The last speaker, Mr. Lawrence, was
cheered when he hoped that the next mail would
bring peace. (Hear.) We are not quite ready to
shake hands—our feelings at the North have been
too long outraged. We don't believe there is any
fight in the South. The Southern chivalry will
collapse into exile like an over-inflated balloon—
(laughter)—and instead of peace I hope the next
news will bring submission to the Federal Power,
or that the hordes of the pirates are burnt to the
ground. (No, and loud cheers.) Never was known
before such an outburst of nationality. The Hermit
Peter and his crusaders, and the rising of the Giron-
dists, so eloquently described by Lamartine,to whom
I had the honour last year of introducing Senator
Seward, our present energetic Premier, were
nothing in comparison to the outburst of enthusiasm
from the insulted North, who will pour down upon
the pirate bands and traitor gangs and sweep them
off like turning the waters of the Mississippi into
the drains of New Orleans and purify the city, by
cleansing the accumulated political stench of the
party lately in office. (Hear.) Hull on the Lakes
and Arnold on the Hudson, were true men compared
to Stephens, Colt, Floyd, and their brother traitors,
and Aaron Burr was a patriot alongside of the
traitor leader Davis. (Applause.) We have a Go-
vernment at last—only eight weeks in office—
yet 50,000 soldiers at Washington—Fort Pickens
fortified—several regiments landed at Texas, and
20,000 volunteers at Cairo to stop every barrel of
pork brought down the Ohio, and every bag of corn
down the Mississippi. (Cheers.) Riflemen in Fort
Maurice ; riflemen at Annapolis. Fifty steam trans-
ports and 200,0'10 men blockading every Southern
port—(loud applause)—and all in a fortnight.
Does that look like a weak Government ? Does
that give you an idea of a dying nation ? No.
Gentlemen, we have at last turned our ploughshares
into weapons of defence, and the traitors, when
they find cannon to the right of them—cannon to
the left of them, cannon behind them, thundering
the death-song of parricides, will cower into obscu-
rity at the mere sight of their own blood. (Hear,
and applause.) The Cabinet is a unit. The Lew
Ministers to foreign lands are arriving ; last night
the Ambassador to England, now in London ; the
son of one President—the grandson of another—
himself the candidate for Vice-President—Charles
Francis Adams—(cheers)—of Massachussetts, will
represent America like a gentleman and a states-
man. A man of talent, a man of wealth, Mr. Adams
will soon show your Ministry the good feeling that
the United States (not disunited yet)—(hear, and
cheers)--bears towards the land that gave them
birth. Oar American Ministers have been living in
attics and back parlours ever since Massachussetts'
favourite son—Abbott Lawrance—returned so well
the hospitality showered upon him ; and now we
have another representative who will prove himself
worthy of the State who at a few hours' notice
sent those regiments who hewed their way over
the dead bodies of the traitors at Baltimore to
the protection of the Capitol. (Loud cheers.)
The battle of Baltimore in the second Revo-
lution was only another edition of the battle
of Washington on the unnivorsary of the first
Revolution. (Loud cheers.) We have at last
succeeded in sending abroad men of brains
and position Ambassadors, Consuls, and Se-
cretaries—who are devoted to the Union—Dayton
at Paris has arrived in time to displace the Minister
who, I am told, presented the traitor Commissioners
to the Emperor, and Clay at St. Petersburg, are
entire men, and all the appointments are creditable
to the nation. I know you will pardon me for not
speaking of the street railways ; you get enough of
them in the papers. I can only say that the opposi-
tion is as much exaggerated as my energies are
overrated. ("No," and cheers.) All inventions are
opposed, moral, mechanical, or political. I believed
some philosopher should discover a shorter cut over
a level road to a happier world, there are many theo-
logical fossils who will prove that it is not only de-
structive of propertyand dangerous to life, but highly
detrimental to the best interests of the Church.
(Laughter and oh.) I had rather talk about America
than street railways. Don't forget what I have told
you about the issue of the contest—America must
drop the comparison. It is no longer North and
South, it is order against anarchy—patriots against
parricides—Unionists against traitors. (Cheers.)
They must submit or be exterminated. The 7imes,
of Bth May, discussing the debate on acknowledg-
ing the independence of the lonian Islands, says :
" When the lonians have compelled several British
armies to capitulate, starved out or burnt out several
garrisons, and sent a dozen or two of our steam frigates
to the bottom of the Mediterranean, we shall be I
am glad
pre-
pared to advise a recognition of their independence,
at whatever cost to our pride."
with words to
your Thunderer has furnished me
..
20 millions of Union
ex-
press the exact sentiment of Union
men. It is not war alone ; for pestilence is in the
(Cheers.)
rice swamp—Missouri is with the negroes—in-
surrection sleeps with the slave, and gaunt famine
will soon hold his dreary Court of Death.
The chiefs will slink away like rats from a burning
ship—already they are begging your ambassador
for an armistice—(hear, hear)—but they refused the
Crittenden compromise. They have sown the wind
and must reap the whirlwind—with naval brigades
forming—patriotic bands raising—merchants cen-
t ribu tin g—bells ringing Union —cannon roaring
Union—fair girls wearing next their bosom Union
bows—(cheers and laughter)—woven with Union
rosettes—and cheers going up to Heaven from the
Union men of Union Square—with such action
America fears no evil. The fisherman at Marble -
head drops his net and cries Union, to the rescue—
the farmer on the Green Mountains hears it at the
plough, and the Ohio boatman passes over to the ht
ter on the prairie, onward over the range of moun-
tain passes to the gold digger on the Sacramento
when up go the flags, as San Francisco cries Union
along the line. (Uheers.) General Houston's great
heart is gladdened at the sound, and on he rushes
with the red artillery. Fort Pickens booms a reply
that reaches to the capitol, and chests our old back-
veuodsman Preeident, till the tears start as he
hears the cry of Union now, and Union for ever. It
has been our living sentiment, and, by the blessing
of God, it shall be our dying sentiment—Union now
And Union for oer, (Loud chore.) And 14 me