Cleveland morning leader. [volume] (Cleveland [Ohio]) 1854-1865, 1863-11-24

| AOSuIEeCtlOu uuIluR lle evening" II was
evident indeed, that the speaker, who
knows thing or two about audiences, felt
that the meeting was his, and that no in
terruptien could succeed. But many Of
his friends had serious spprehensions.
| One Of the editors of The Star, him
self quite q distinguished speaker,
and thoroughly acquainted with English
audiences, who sat near to me- whispered
in my ear, "there are great many here
who do not cheer; there is a strong chance
Of row yet; but the meeting is just in
such condition that its result will depend
upon the power and equanimity of the
speaker" 4" Then" I replied, you need
not fear" II Mr.. Bceeher bad 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 leapiDg from a sc8bbord No
more Kisses, no more cheers, now for half
an hour; the audience is magnetized.
bresthless; when the first pause came. a
Sir Somebody, sitting behind me, said.
"Why, he looked at first like heavy man.
but he's got Wings" whilst O reporter
near our feet whispered audibIy to a
brolhar- Nh hr.f L. Al 81 !
--J ~ s-a PuS tnIngsI
Mr.. Beecher forgot all things but his sub
jsct !; his tongue bueaed with living Goals;
his arm pointed like prophets roc. The
shams Of our enemies in England-their
talk OF pesoe when they moan every kind
Of blOOdehed except that which is for JUS
tice-" the aspect Of lamb with the voice
Of a dragon" as St. John saw it-their
cant about emancipation being not prin-
ciple with Mr.. Lincoln, but only an expe.
dient, or if they would make liberty any
less q prize TO the slave and humanity If
they got it-an these collapsed palpsbly |
before the masses then gathered, and all |
the fine points of Roebuck and Lindsay
became tosds under the touch Of his fame |
tipped spear.
This cannot go Oh" Whispered cler-
gyman near; "these strokes draw too
much blood; the victim is writing in pain
now"
HARD HITS.
Again did Mr.. Beeoher level his lance
it was at those who were making capital |
out Of what they call "American sympathy |
with the oppressor of Poland" Nothing |
could exceed the drollery with which, al |
most blushing, he presented the loving |
and jealous maiden who, when her suitor |
is not attentive enough, gets up filtration |
with some other man. "America hirts |
with Russia, but has her eye on England" |
Now the presence Of war ships from Rus |
sia at New York has been the leading card |
of the Confederatss 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. It was plain /
that the opposition in the meeting did not
mean to let this matter pass without try
ing to get some capital. Consequently, |
when Mr.. Beeoher said, "But it is said that
it is very unworthy that America should |
be flirting with the oppressor of Poland"
there were violent shouts, Yes, yes" |
&" certainly it is, SC. Mr.. Beecher waited |
until the cries had entirely subsided, and
q little time had been allowed for friend |
sad foe TO speculate as to his reply; then
leaning httle'fOrward, be put on an inde-
scribsbly simple expression, and said |
mildly, think 50, too. And nov Vou kao1
szaetly holV s0e felt vhsn ysu 2irtsd igith Ma.
son at The Lord ADyor's banquet" I can
not attempt to describe the effect of these
words on the thTong.- The people arose
with shout that began TO be applause. but
became shout Of laughter. The hit was
SO perfect and felieitous that ruaFs Of
hearty laughter told that that topic was
summed up forever. Three loud grosns
given for the late Lord Msyor-his place
is now filed with much better men-end-
ed that scene, and the drama proceeded.