The record-union., 1898-08-14
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reciting a tale of heroism in which the
SPEAKER was the principal actor, es-
peciaIly difficult for one of Hobson' S
| mold. yet he managed it in a way that
would have done credit to a trained or
ator. He never said "We" but always
those men,.
l will not give any detailed account
of the talk, as it appeared in full in the
New York papers of the following
| morning, and, moreover, the most nota-
| BILE feature Of the whole event was the
character Of the reception accorded the
nations hero in it's metropolis.
| Ex-Secretary McAdoo followed with
| a spirited and highly patriotic speech,
| in which he eulogiZed in a few pithy par
! agraphs the various names made ia
| nous by the war, each being greeted by
| q thunder of cheers from his audience.
| When the name of the President of the
| United States was mentioned, white
| bearded old General Woodford rose from
| his seat upon the stage. waved small
| flag enthusiastically above his head and
| led the cheering. Even the Spanish Ad-
miral Cervera who treated the prisoner
| of the Merrimac with such courtesy
| received a generous share of the APP
| plause.
| Ex-Minister Woodford then spoke a
few words, and his remarks favoring
| the holding of all captured territory
We're roundly applauded
Three naval officers in uniform, one
! curiously enough resembling Captain
| Philip of the Texas, were seated upon
the stage When General Woodford had
ceased cries for Philip! Captain Phil
| ip," arose from all parts of the house.
| The hite-haired Captain present
| flushed, looked about rather confused
| ly, and then Lieutenant Hobson arose
TO say that that unfortunately, tbs
gallant Captain is not with us Tonight
such being. indeed, the case.
| The vocal sole by Miss Stewart
! '.Suwanee River" was beautifully rem
| dered, and Lieutenant Hobson, arising
! from his seat, personally led the vigoT-
Gus encore which followed. Fanciulli's
band then played with exquisite feeling
| Maryland. My Maryland" which, OF
course, brought forth more applause
1t was another splendid illustration OF
how deep was buried the CORY hatchet
| of the early sixties.
| The thousands of pairs of eyes that
so Gsosely regarded the famous Ala
bamian during that long evening saw a
| Young man very similar in appearance
| to the popular newspaper picture OF
him, except that he appeared trifie
older than the likeness indicated, me-
dium hight, complexion deeply tanned
! slender of figure, and physiognomy IN
! which were curiously blended manli-
ness. modesty, gentleness and stern
ness: penetrating, deep-set eyes, with a
peculiarly steady, straight-ahead ex-
| preston. and dark mustache and hair
the latter noticeably thin at the crown
| When the proceedings We're over al
about half-past II, crowds of the peo-
ple present swarmed on the stage tc
shake Hobson's hand, while many more
hastened around to the stage entrance
in front of which stood his carria ge
After waiting there about ifteen min
utes. Major Byrne stepped out, and
| after whispering to the driver few
! words. the latter drove around the cor
ner and reached the front entrance by
a circuitous route. Here another crowd
was in waiting, and it was being con-
stantly augmented. In vain was II
given out that Hobson had already left
for the tell-tale carriage still remained
Finally, in desperation. the front doors
were closed. and after few minutes
the crowd thinned out little, the doors
were again thrown open, and Hobson anc
his party We're seen to emerge. and
| surrounded by circle of policemen, al
walked rapidly for the carriage. Ir
vain, with a terrifying yell, the crowe