The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1884-11-23
tLOUDERv'
low Tom Marshall, OF Kentucky,
Made a Point. ~

The gifted Tom Marshall, of Ken
lucky, was one of the most popular
orators of his times, and wherever he
went the people were always anxious to
hear him speak. During the great re-
cent campaign for, the Congressional
nomination in this (Atlanta) district,
Captain Harry Jackson related the fol-
lowing anecdote of Tom Marshall, and
which we have never found in print:
On one occasion Marshall made visit
to Buffalo, n. Y, on business. After
his days labors were done he met with
several congenial friends at the hotel,
and In MARSHALL S room, about 10 o clock
at night, they were enjoying their 'Bour-
Don straightS," and making the evening
interesting with a small game of draw
poker. Suddenly band of music struck
up in the street below, in front of the
hotel, and loud cries from thousand
threats arose for "Tom Marshall"
Marshall of Kentucly!' A delegation
from the crowd visited his room to an
nOunce the serenade in his honor and
request a response. Marshall felt lushy
and declared himself unequal to the
occasion. But all parties insisted, and
fairly carried him out upon the balcony
of the hotel. His appear; e was re-
celved with enthusiastic cheers.
Steadying himself with one hand upon
the railing, and with the other hand
over his heart, Marshall began:
"FellOw-Citizens of Buffalo: / thank
you from the bottom of my heart for
this unexpected courtesy. l cannot
command language fitted to express my
deep appreciation of the compliment, |
but if it should ever be my pleasure to
meet any citizen of Buffalo in the Blue |
grass region of Kentucky will endeavor
to show him somewhat of the hospitality |
of that glorious country"
There were loud cheers, and then some |
Stentorian cries from the outskirts of |
the crowd:
Louder, Marshall; louder!"
Tom took another brace On the railing |
and repeated.
"Felfow-Citizens of Buffalo, 1 thank
you (hic) from the bottom of my heart !
(hic) for this unexpected curtisy. |
(hlc) cannot 'spreSs to you (hic) my |
deep probation Of compliment (hic).
Louder, Marshall, louderl" came
a score of cries from the crowd
By this time Tom was getting bored
and dimly conscious that he was really
too full for utterance," but he again
started off:
FellOw-Cit'z ens Buff'lo: I thank you
from (hic) the bottom of my (hic) art
.or this 'stinguiShed compliment, and #
ever l meet you Chez in the Blue
grass
Louder, Marshall; louderr' yelled a
hundred voices.
Now Tom was exasperated. Draw
ng himself up with dignity and waving
lis hand commandingly, he roared out
without ''hiccup' or mis-cue of the
5ongue this remarkable speeck:
'Fellow-Ci liens of Buffalo: When
Time shall be no more; when this great
globe of ours shall be dissolved with
ervent heat; when yOn star-gemmed
ornament shall be rolled together as
crOll; when the numberless myriads OF
iOd'S universe. are called to Judgment, ,
md Jehovah has commanded Gabriel to
sound the last trump, methinks that
awful occasion will be interrupted by
ome ID fool from Buffalo hollering
Louder, Gabriel LOuderi"
1t is needless to add that this climax
the crowd and made Marshall
Orever memorable in Buffalo, AtLGn-
a, Ga, Constitution.