The Northwestern standard., 1886-02-20
MINNEAPoIs And sI. PAUL sATIRIAY

fore it's gates sat down and committed
it to paper. added, at the time. 3. Nov
I has Gladstone delivered Ireland into
the hands of Parnell. :" ss n
No stony tower. nor alls Of beaten brass,
Nor airless dungeon, nor lin ks of iron, Il
Can be retentive to the strength of spirit.
Oh, Mr.. Gladstone, you 'sproud mar
dressed in a little brief authority z YOU
can shut up Mr.. Parnell, but you cannot
bind his spirit? No; at this moment
ten thousand strong, and, through you.
ten times stronger, it walks abroad, a q
apostle Of freedom. Great man as you
are, you appear to know absolutely
nothing of the brave, high spirited, poe
tic race over whom you presume to play
the tyrant. Will you pass into history
a defeated despot, or can you discard
the prejudices which blind you, and
burst the social and political shackles
that bind you and stand before the
world the champion of liberty, and the
deliverer of the oppressed?
As Mr.. Parnell is evidently designed
to occupy a long and stirring chapter in
the history of England, a short account
Of him may be useful and interesting.
Heis 80 years of age, unmarried, we'll
shaped, tall. and handsome; his features
are regular, and finely cut; his bearing
altogether that of well bred man; he
is a Protestant, and though born In
Ireland, is of English blood, and
closely connected with Parnell, Lord
Cungleton, of Cheshire. The family
is of ancient and aristocratic origin, Mr..
Parnell being the twentieth in lineal
descent from King Edward /. His
great grandfather, Sir John Parnell was
a member of the last Irish Parliament, !,
and spoke and voted steadily against
the Union, refusing all temptation.
Sir John Darlington, in his Historic
Memoirs Of Ireland gives a list of
the Irish members who voted on that
question, and an account of the bribes
given to them by the English govern
nlent Opposite the name of Sir John
.Parnell he writes Chancellor of the Ex-
checqner, dismissed by Lord Castle.
reagh = Incorruptible.o Mr.. Parnell
is of quiet, reserved manners, and by
no means genial. Like Brutus,
He is great observer, and he looks
Quite through the deeds Of man;
Seldom he smiles; and smiles in such a sort
As if Knocked himself, and sc0rned his spirit
That could be moved to smile at anything.
Though a fair debater, he is a cold, hard
speaker, and a an orator is surpassed
by many of his followers. His power
is probably to be attributed to his ex-
treme caution, his tenacity and single
ness of purpose, no aatural sagaeity,
his power Of endures 1iis tota,a. ahne-
cation of self. his dauntless courage,
and his unfaltering fidelity. Some
years ago [ asked him why he. did not
get married, and his reply was, 4 am
lnarried--to my country land can best
serve her as I ann Ireland may say
to him, as Ham ct said to Horatio:
Since my dear sotii was mistress Of my choice,
And could no men distinguish, her election
Hath sealed thee for herself; for thou hast been
As one, in suffering all, that suffers nothing;
A man, that fortunes buffets and rewards
Has ta'en with equal thanks; and blest are
those
Whose blood and Judgment are SO well commin-
gled,
That they are not pipe for Fortnnes's finger
That is not passion slave, and will wear him
In my hearts core-ay, in my heart of hearts
As do thee.
] suppose MIR. Gladstone sometim es
looks back. What must he now think
of his speech at Leads in October, 1881,
when he denounced Mr.. Parnell and
''his myrimidsns, This handful of
men, would mot call him leader Of
the people of Ireland, 2 and threatened
him with .'the resources of civilization?
And what does he think of his speech
at Guildhall few days after when,
telegram in hand, with exultant tones,
he announced to the turtle-loving,
champagne-bibing audience before him
the arrest of the great patriot; then
bowed his gray hairs to the wild and
frenzied cheers Of fat and greasy citi-
zens2 And now where, oh! where is
that we'll meaning but vulgar, low-bred
conceited Yorkshire boor, the Right
Honorable William Edward Forster
where is the Red Earli whereis the
philosophical but spiteful G.. O. Freye-
yan2 where is that Scotch luminary
Campbell Bannerman? where is Mr..
Gladstone himself2 where is the Coer-
cion Cabinet? where is the British
House of Commons2 All rolled in
the dust before the handful OF men,
And who knows what next?
a redingoteof Baltic blue plush has
full sleeves. It is bordered with a
broad band of marabout. On either
side the front. about the throat and
Stanyna ara narrowor ban1q nf mara