Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1871-04-06

Another Unique and Original Lee-
ture Last Evening TO nm Immense
Audience. M

The theater was densely packed with
human beings last evening, all OF whom
exhibited the liveliest interest in that
startling piece Of humanity, George Fran
els Train. tt M
Precisely at eight o'clock Mr. Train
walked on the stage, hat in hand, and
proceeded with the utmost aonchalance
to relieve himself of large light col
ored talma which enveloped the person
of the next President of the United
States. Leaving his hat upon the table
which adorned the stage, and throwing
his talma upon chair close by, Mr..
Train stepped lightly and daintily to-
ward the footlights and gazed compIa-
Gently for an instant over the vast sea
Of human and artificial heads. Z
A PORTRAIT
The successor of Grant is aged about
forty years, five feet eleven inches in
hight, and possesses an attractive and
striking appearance. A twenty-eight
inch head, nicely poised upon a SYM
metrical body, is surmounted by mass
of curling hair, over which Time has
passed her frosty breath. A prominent
face, not exactly clear cut, but suf-
ficiently so to develop Ideally, origi-
nality, language and memory; eyes
prominent and sparkling, nose approx
mating to the Grecian, and a flexible,
medium sized mouth, surmounted by a
mustache, gives character to the entire
facial appearance.
Mr.. Trains general appearance is
Frenehy, or more properly, that of a
citizen of the world. Indeed, he shows
the Huguenot blood perceptibly, with a
dash of the Irish yelling up through it.
His dress was faultless. A blue dress
coat with brass buttons, white vest,
black neck-tie, black pants, patent
leather boots on his feet, and cream
eolored Alexandra kid gloves beneath
snowy white linen cuffs, made up the
outer appearance of the man. A heavy
gold chain was the only adornment worn.
This is George Francis Train, the man
of destiny, one that fate is driving ire
sistibly onward towards the front door
of the White House.
HE MOVES FORWARD. fc
In manners Mr.. Train is an elegant
gentleman, polite, affable and positively
agreeable. To use a smile, the Train
stood still for an instant, and, without
giving the old-fashioned warning "all
aboard" dashed forward over the track
Of his lecture. A patriotic stump-speech
startled the audience, but when his audi
tors were becoming enthused over the
depicted greatness of American citizen
ship, they were hurled into the depths
by the terrible declaration that to be
an American citizen was the meanest
thing on earth, because not respected
or protected abroad" This subject of
abroad +" led Mr.. Train to Ireland,
which he liberated from English thral-
dom by an epigram, reminding one of
the witty epigrams of the poor Girondists
when on the steps of the guillotine that
them from life. These bon mots,
according to Lamartine, would form
melancholy jest book Of history. Trains
wit would light up its grotesque pages.
While in Ireland he delivered his great
speech in the Rotunda at Dublin to
thousands of Irishmen, whom he worked
up to a revolutionary pitch by another
epigram Of several stanzas, the refrain
Of each being, Arisel and strike =
soto poce-" within the lawl" For de-
livering this speech he was thrown into
JAIL from which there was no delivery
for eight months. His description Of
the Irish whispers was a keen shaft
Of satire on race addicted to whisper
ng, like conspirators who feared the
ears of the detectives.
After his release the great Train flew
rom town to town, and scattered reck-
essly bombshells of treason far aud
vide. He was a human mitrailleuse,
lealing death and destruction to tyrants,
,reat and small The ignorance of the
English as TO American affairs was
told by the speaker. The
English legal inquiry of, My deah sab,
ave you h-any h-entails in your conn
ry2" was grotesquely answered by the !
lmerican Nimrod, "No, sab; we have
he cocktailIrg BuFtH rItIIs i
And again, Lord n. a mighty hun
err, armed with gun and accompanied
Y dog, after a fruitless search after
irds in the corn6elds of Virginia, in a
1 Of dependency and despair asked
egro, "Ah, my deah sahl what kind of
anne is in this country" The poor
egro, whose master was sport
uickly answered, Massa, generally
oker." This" exclaimed Mr.. Train,
/ believe, is a game played in the fore
abin of steamboats, that travel down the
tightly Mississippi"
AFLowERY DEPRESSION.
The universal genius-as Mr.. Train
tyles himself-saw beautiful bouquet
n the table. This bouquet he seized
it'll feryor, read on the card which was
uried in the flowers the words: From
friend A gush Of poetical declama-
on follovvad ythich ceased for an in