The morning star and Catholic messenger. [volume] (New Orleans [La.]) 1868-1881, 1868-05-31

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of Exeter Hall into tears. And all the while
he seemed to be breathing as effortless, al
woodland nook sent violets up to paint
them blue. We used to say of Webster, il
is great effort; of Everett, it is a beauti-
full effort; but you never used the word
voked you that he would never make an
effort. Applause and laughter.1 You said
to yourself. If he only made an effort what
| great man he would be, and all the while
you were slave at his feet. And this won
derful power, it was not indignant, it was
his wit, he made you ashamed of yourself
while he conquered you. His resources of
elf-pOssession were never disturbed. He
was once hunting near Delmaine, when an
old peasant friend of his, a cOlabOrer in the
great work, had been arraigned for murder.
Counsel had been for two hours trying to
break down the chief witness, who had
murderer, and sworn by the witness to be-
long to the prisoner. Counsel could not
move him from it. They summoned O'Con-
nell. He entered the court room and took
in the whole at glance. Turning to the
witness, he said: This hat belongs to the
I" | do, sir ga life hangs on your testi-
nlony: are you sure of it ~ "I am" {" With
TINT responsibility you swear it is the hat
belonging to the prisoner ~ II do"
0cSnns toGf i up yaa A. NJ + , tns
it at the timer 81 did, "There is no
name in it," Laughter ndsapplause.]
So when he entered the House of Com
mons in 1880, the London Times had always
hated him as Harriet Martineau and Mr..
Brougham did-and you may read their
scandal in all their pages-the London
Times covered him with ridicule, turned
his speeches inside out, made his sentences
%Yno cd Il %1,o n
used to treat us twenty years ago. Laugh
ter and applause] Finally, he stood up. Said
he, " Mr.. Speaker have toiled twenty years
to speak under this roof, and after that
twenty years work and standing here, is it
English fair play, is it the Justice of English
like the rest 7" Well, the next day the
London Times came out with a card of
thirteen reporters, saying that since Mr..
O'Connell disliked their reports, they
would never notice him at all. Perhaps
you are aware that the gallery of the House
was not then. No one has q right to sit
there if any member chooses to observe
their presence. 1t is sufficient to say,
Mr.. Speaker, see strangers" and they
are removed. The next day, when O'Con-
nell arose to speak, the thirteen reporters
placed their pencils ostentatiously between
their thumbs and fingers, as an indication
that they would not write word. O'Con-
nell got up and said, "Mr. Speaker, OBJ
serve thirteen strangers in the gallery"
laughter and they were removed, and
that day no man in the House had q line of
his speech reported. The next morning,
for the first time, the London Times cried
"quarter," and said, If Mr.. O'Connen
will give up the quarrel we will" Laugh
ter and applause.] Well, he never met
that treatment again for ten years but
VIII 1,oh hold hio nrcfor mo sy1-Tr
land, fifty thousand strong, the Times again
followed him with abuse and ridicule, until
at the last meeting which he held, ut which
the Times reporter was present, and was
afraid to attend the meeting alone, lie went
to O'Connell at his hotel, who kindly gave
him his breakfast and took him to the
meeting in his carriage. He procured him
a table and every convenience, and then
said: care you ready, Mr.. Reporter % and
the reporter answered that he was. Mr..
O'ConneH then turned around and addressed
the meeting in Irish Laughter and ap,,
plause. Carlyle says: I" He is natural
king, he melts all wills into his, and doubt
less that is the greatest evidence of power"
You can only understand it by comparison.
Let me carry you back to the mob-year of
1885, in this country, when the Abolitionists
were hunted, when your streets roared
with riot, when from Boston to Baltimore,
from St. Louis to Philadeiphia, the mob
TOOK possession or tne Guy; wien private
houses were invaded and public halls were
burned, and press after press were thrown
into the river, and Lovejoy baptized free
dom with his blood-you remember it.
Respectable journals warned the mob that
they were playing into the hands of the
Abolitionists. Webster and Clay and the
staff of Wing statesman told the people that
the truth floated further on the shouts
of the mob than the most eloquent lips
could carry it. But law abiding, Protestant
educated America could not be held back
from mobs. Neither Wing chiefs nor re-
spectacle journals could keep these people
quiet. Go to England in 80, when the Re-
form Bill was thrown out from the House of
Lords, and the people were tumultuous, and
Melbourne and Grey, Russell and Brougham,
Landsdowne, Holland, and Macaulay, the