The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1878-08-15
A PORTRAIT.
OF Aearney-He Dresses Jokf Like his
Glass; Hasn't the Least BIT of a
RrORue, Uses Good Grammar.

Of Aearney-He Dresses Jast Like his
Glass; Hasn't The Least BIT of a
RrORue, Uses Good Granular.
L shan't attempt to describe the thun-
ders his appearance woke; all I can say
Is that Faneuil hall has q well-built roof
and the old plasterers knew their trade,
and heaven be thanked for both these
favers. While the rear lasted Mr.. Kear-
ney walked up and down the platform
medItatlDg, and as unconcerned as if he
were on Nahant beach and the surf was
rolling. His two index fingers and his
two thumbs pressed together, fingers
stretched down, thumbs strained up. he
waited for a pause, and. when that
time came he started OF In q deliber-
ate, hesitating way, taking up the
name of Butler in q sentence con-
tanning three illusions, not one of
which could have meant ANYTHING
to any real Workingman in the room,
even to Boston wOrkingmen: Lesser
than Macbeth and greater" "the chival-
rous Bayard," and "the white plumed
Navarro" This, and his absurd, windy,
forced perOTation about the planet con-
cealed in the "middy" (mid- day heavens,
Venus rolling in her sphere, Jupiter this,
and Mars that, and Uranus t'other, and
''the grand and guiding CLEAN of the
polar star" etc, from q man who SAYS
he is plain. blunt, unpublished man
who only speaks right on, and will not
waste the honest workingman's time
with q single classical word ! The
newspapers, all the same, have done in
Justice to Mr.. Kearney. He is not a
Unlocking or threatening-looking man,
but just an average bulIet~headed
Irishman, with every appearance of
being a porter, or a coachman, or a
sea-faring man. He dresses lust
like his class, hasn't the least bit of a
brOgue, uses perfectly good grammar,
anu except in his abusive phrases, en-
Ploys well-chosen words, and has a
straightforward English pronunciation,
with few lingering traces OF his early
education IN such words as "pul- pit %
" col-yume" (colUmn), and here and
there an Insignificant slip or two. He
has no style in his delivery, walks up and
down the platform, lifts his whole arm,
and shouts out his utterances in q mons
OtOnous way-Often at a loss for words
but instead of stammering, bringing them
out as fast as found, one after the other,
with self-pOssessed elaboration. The
great trouble with Mr.. Dennis Kearney
Is that he has absolutely nothing
to say He has a few ideas in his
head as any man l ever heard speak.
He has no facts, no statistics.
and If l can read the signs Alright,
few more victories like that of last night
will finish his career forever. People
were tired of him long before he was
done, and fatal sign-several left the
hall before his speech was ended. The
impression that 1 came away with was
that he had been looking about him care.
fully since he came here, and that the
vast difference between this community
and the one he gleries in representing
had been borne in upon him in way to
take all the starch out of his stock in
trade. He had found. too, that nobody
wanted his indecency, and that his pro-
tanity was not much needed, either. The
consequence was that if his reported in
decency of speech be not myth, like his
"brutish looks" he left it entirely be-
hind him, and except about a dozen
different 'heils' there wasn't q word
uttered by him last evening that might
not have been heard in a Moody and
Sankey meeting. l confess to a great
disappointment. l went to the meeting
expecting to hear the cause of the work
ingman-and he has a cause-set forth
by one of his fellows who was dead in
earnest. found big, clustering school
boy, who put me off with bOmbastic
words, one long, silly, utterly pointless
story about crow and an old woman,
illustrating nothing; and never a fact,
statistic, statement of principle, nor an
appeal to anything in the intelligence,
the hearts or the souls of his hearers.
There was precious little of the prom
Used wit either. The only thing that
savored of wit was when repelling an
attack in one of the dispatches OF the
Associated Press. He said he was an
American citizen, and had come to this
country twenty years ago with a suit of
clothes on his body and "a head full of
brains to develop the country with,
and that he would challenge any
body to show an American who came
here with more than that. In California
his great card was the " Chinese" Here
he finds that falls fat, and last
night ne tried to raise some feeling on
the subject, but could not raise a spark.
He only spoke a few moments on this
question, and seeing that his hearers
cared nothing for it, he let it drop. As
soon as he had ended his speech he lett
the hall, and the interest, that had come
dangerously near to tagging once or
twice, died away with a faint party cheer.
Butler was not there, but his spirit was,
and Mr.. Kearney and all the crowd pres
ent were tools in his hand, and will be
led TO the slaughter by him like the silly
aheep that they are. Mr.. Kearney feels
his position. He is not the man he
thought he was, and he knows it. He is
not the man we were promised, and we
know 1t, and the wOrkingmen OF Boston
know 1t, and will come TO think so pres
entity New York Tribune.