Worcester daily spy. [volume] (Worcester [Mass.]) 1850-1888, 1863-11-07

ent, the meeting became quiet and pleasant
He (the chairman) then began to address
them, and was listened to aud appauded unit
Mr.. Beecher walked upon the platform, wher
the chamberlain's most glowing sentence wa,
| cut short OIL, nor could the crowd be- persuad
ed to allow him to conclude it, Cries of "Si
down, "time," "Beecher," hurled about his
head, and he had to sit down-for Il British
crowd is remOrselesS in such cases. When
! beecher arose there were five minutes of the
| most tremendous cheering l ever witnessed.
| wave after wave, as of tumultous sea of
sound, came laundering up from the gallery
at one end to the organ at the other, in the
midst of which stood Mr.. Beecher, calm as Il
rock in the midst of the surges. A hiss
was then begun, but at his first word it sank
back into the daphragms of those who uttered
or meant to utter it. The first glance and the
selt-posseSsed manner of the man told plainly
he had something to say in Exeter Hall that
night, and that he meant to be heard
MR.. BEEcHERs SPEECH.
Mr.. Beecher's voice was scarcely as sono-
rous and clear as it usually is, and all recog-
nized that this was natural, after the many
speeches in immense halls which he had Civ
en- during the week. 81 expect to be hoarsc,"
he said, ''and | am willing to be hoarsc, il
can in any way assist to bring the mother
heart TO heart and hand to hand together"
ms sentiment was received with great ap-
plause; and Beecher's hoarseness was thus
Impressed to the service of his cause. 1t was
evident, indeed, that the speaker who knows
thing or two about audiences, felt that the
meeting was his, and that no interruption
would succeed. But many of his friends had
serious apprehensions. One Of the editors of
the Star, himself distinguished speaker, and
thoroughly acquainted with English audiences,
q nnn fg i
There are great many here who do not
cheer; there is strong chance of
row yet; but the meeting is in Just such
condition that its result will depend
upon the power and equanimity of the speak
er. "Ihen, | replied, ''you needn't fear"
IL Mr.. Beecher had heard our brief whispers
he could not have more distinctly appreciated
the remark Of the editor. At that moment,
although he had been interesting all along, he
suddenly stepped one side from the desk upon
which his notes lay, and his face cleaned like
sword leaping from scabbard. No more
misses, no more cheers, now for half an hour;
the audience is nagnetized, breathless when
the first pause came, Sir Somebody, sitting
behlr d me, said, 'Why he looked at first like
heavy man, but he's got wings;" whilst a
reporter near our feet whispered audibly to
brother, "Oh but he can put things I" Mr..
Beecher forgot all things but his subject; his
tongue burned with living Goals; his arm
pointed like prophets rod. The shams of
our enemies in England-their talk of peace
when they mean every kind of bloodshed ex-
cept that which is for iustce-''the aspect of
lamb with the voice of dragon, as ST. John
saw lt-their cant about emancipation being
not principle with Mr.. Lincoln, but only an
eXpedlent, as If that would make liberty any |
less a prize to the slave and humanity if they |
got lt-all these collapsed palpably before the |
masses then gathered, and all the fine points |
of Roebuck and Lindsay became toads under
the touch of his hame-tipped spear. ''This |
cannot go on" whispered a clergyman near;
these strokes draw too much blood the vic
tim is writing in pain now"
HARD hits.
Mr. BeeeheT again IR eYfgfch b iita 6Gf OF what
they call american sympathy with the OPP
pressor of Poland" Nothing could exceed |
the droliery with which, almost blushing, he |
presented the loving and jealous maiden who, |
when her Sultor is not attentive enough, gets |
up Irritation with some other man. Amer
lea tiirts with Russia, but has her eye on Eng |
land" Now the presence Of war-ships from |
Russia at New York has been the leading card |
of the confederates here in their game to win |
popular sympathy for the south; for our
friends among the English people are also
the friends of the Poles. 1t was plain that
the opposition in the meeting did not mean to
let this matter pass without trying to get
some capital. Consequently, when Mr..
Beechcr said, 6 But it is said it is
very unworthy that America should be
flirting with the oppressor of Poland" there
were violent shouts. Eyes, yes certainly
it is" etc. Mr.. Beeeher waited until the cries
had entirely subsidized, and little time had
been allowed for friend and foe to speculate
as to his reply then leaning a little forward,
he put on an indescribaby simple expression,
and said mildly, "IHink so, too. 44nd now
you knolO exactly how zee felt Dhen y0u tttrted
NTH Mason at the lord mayors banquet"
cannot attempt to describe the effect of these
words on the throng. The people arose with
a shout that began to be applause, but became
a shout of laughter. The hit was so perfect
and felicitous that roars of hearty laughter told
that that topic was summed up forever. Three
loud groans given for the late lord mayor
his place is now filled with much better man
ended that scene, and the drama proceeded.
In she heart of MIR. Beecher's Grafton was Civ
en- denuncati0n Of slavery more powerful
than l have ever heard from his lips. He
scored and scourged it until it seemed to stand
before us hideous monster, bloated with hui
man blood and writing under his goads. He
told, appropos of those who said, ''Why not
toms Selling the mad dog by the neck, and
holding him with brave grasp, and at the
risk of his life until help could come, rather
than to allow him TO rush through the street,
biting man, woman and child. When asked
what they would say of the man who, Witness
ing this, should have cried "Let him go!
let him go!" t'Shal we let this monster go
through the world, poisoning the nations,
running men, women and children yet un-s
born?" cries of No, no, no! surged up from
the crowd.
HIS AUDIENCE.
At this moment a cOlOred man who has
lately come here from the south, known as
"Davis's Drummer" account of his hav-
ing once belonged to JEFF, and having been
drummer in the confederate army, stood up
on his seat which was exactly in the centre
of the building, waved his hat, and was velfe-
mently applauded.s William Crafts, well
known here since his victory over Mr.. Hunt,
at the Edinburgh congress, on the ethnOlogy
of the negro, with his wife, whose story (she
having travelled in the disguise of a southern
gentleman, her husband being her servant,
from the far south to freedOm) has made "er
a heroine in London, sat near Mr.. Beecher
on the platform, and they too, with other
colored persons in the hall, arose and waved
hats and handkerchiefs, the audience cheer
ing until the city outside seemed to be
walked up, for we heard storm OF shouting
voices on every side of the building outside
The crowd also caught sight OF an old lady