The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1877-09-01

delivered, we heard it not. And vet the
hardest thing to be done is to give writ.
ten account of a spoken discourse and dc
the speaker justice for the eye, the hand,
the heart all assist in the eloquent deliy-
cry.
We heard no new theory of drunkenness,
or remedy for it, or preventive against it.
We heard from his own lips the simple,
touching story of poor, great-hearted,
enthusiastic Irish boy, who used to sit in
the door of his mothers matched cabin,
when his hard days work was done, and
watch the white winged ships 90 by and
dream about the golden shores towards
which they sailed, until America became
the Eldorado of his youthful fancy.
Then how true and life-like his descrip.
ton of learning to work OH farm, after
his arrival in the New World, at the age of
sixteen, characterized as this part of the
speech was by his broad Irish humor.-
Then he married loyal Christian woman,
worked hard, saved money, and moved to
Portland and opened a respectable saloon,
which did not remain respectable long, for
It's proprietor soon became the best Gus
toner at the bar-down, down, sank the
brave, hopeful little dreamer, who used to
sit in the cabin door at Wexford, into a
his own countrymen, he was taken from
his family and confined in the common Jail
Here alone, deserted by all, save his Maker,
he was attacked by that strange, dreadful
malady-the drunkard's disease, it is not
necessary to write the name.
And is this the end of the golden dreams
Of boyhood? 1t might have been but for
the visitation of an earnest Christian evan
gellst who visited the common Jail to hold
religious services. Murphy was finally pre-
vailed upon to attend upon these services
after his reason was restored, aud through
the mercy OF God ne was converted in the
dark prison and embued with the power of
the new life. What more natural result
than he should go forth from his cell to
preach the gospel of temperance
But there is no logic in this, you say; no
rhetorical reasoning, and how is it with his
grammatical construction-his speech is
not learned and ilowery. My friend, care
not fig for these things when a mighty
miracle is to be told of. What are logic
and rhetoric compared to the truth ?
Every poor wretched victim of intemper-
ance, who hears this story from the elo-
quent lips of the warm hearted Irishman,
will be stirred by aspirations for il better
life.
And his logic is not bad: eff you want
to stop the sale of liquor, stop buying it,
but don't curse the rumseler and then buy
his rum"
The force of character expresses itself
very plainly in the face and form of our
hero. There is no use talking about stop
ping this man; he will be moving, always
has been moving either for good or evil,
and moving men with him. He has won
dertul amount of personal magnetism; to
discover this fact one has but to grasp the
large, warm hand, and look in the keen,
clear eye. And personal magnetism, a
power which we can all feel, yet none de-
scribe. is far mightier power to move
masses of men than rhetorical logic. When
we took our last look at the hero of the
hour" he sat in the little country station
enjoying, | know, the shy hand shaking of
the brown checked country girls, whom he
had invited to do him that honor, and who
were approaching and retreating from his
large form a good deal as if big lion at a
circus had asked them to shake his pay
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