The daily morning journal and courier., 1902-06-16
CALHOUN, WEBSTER, CLAY.

AS Chaplain Mllburn Recalls Them. At the right of the presidents chair on the democratic side sat one of the | three men first sought by the eye of the | visitors. He looked and dressed like a | southern planter, and at the first glance there was little to distinguish him ex- cept the marked respect paid him on all hands. When he rose to speak which was not often, silence that could be
 felt rested on the chamber; all reading,
 writing and chatting was suspended as
 the somewhat sharp and grating tones of his voice greeted the ear. He rarely spoke over an hour, but at the close you were exhausted as well as he. There were no figures of speech, no efforts at
 oratory. It was clear, compact, vivid statement of the case. The argument
 was close, logical, clinching. There was scarcely a redundant word. It was like
 the demonstration of a problem in Eu- clid.
 Up to this point the speech must have
 been dry, but for it's intensity, not de-
 monstrative, and, therefore, all the
 more powerful it was centered, almost
 calm, but when he reached his height of
 vision and clothed himself in prophetic
 robes, he was rapt so were his hearers;
 men almost forgot to breathe; all sat
 rigid, motionless; their eyes caught the
 light of his, and whether they agreed or
 disagreed with him, for the moment he
 transfused his consciousness through
 theirs and they were his captives. A
 logical understanding, depth of convic-
 tion, absolute sincerity, intensity of na- ture, which would have held him com posed, even exultant amid the agonies of the stake and the lighted fagot, were the secrets of the power in the public speech and private influence of John Caldwell Calhoun.
 'The second man your eye would seek sat in front of the chair at the left of the main aisle. In nearly all respects he was the opposite of Mir Calhoun. Everything about him was majestic. A lofty, yet simple manner in delivery, a crystalline style, mighty arguments driven home with the force of thunder bolts, and all without the appearance of effort, combined with his other attrib- utes to make him one of the orators for all time. However insignificant you ISij Ill tile HItSeLte ol SLCll pUWtI, you reioiced to be allied to it by the ties of kth and kin, and felt yourself more a man for having heard one of the speeches of Daniel Webster.
 Henry Clay, the other member of the senatorial triumvirate, as they were named, sat at the extreme left of the chair and needed all the space afforded by the transverse aisle to give him room when he spoke. He was tall and rather loose-jointed, yet carried him. self with such ease, grace and dignity that you forgot the shortcoming of his build. He fascinated alike men, women and children, high and low, white and black. The whig masses worshiped him, and the democrats loved while they opposed him. John Randolph of Roanoke, who, in the frenzy of parti- san fury, had heaped the darkest charges upon him, when he was dying had himself carried into the senate chamber that he might once more see and hear the magnanimous man against whom he had been so unjust; and when MT. Clay rose to speak Randolph said in his piping voice. Raise me up; let me see as well as hear the man among men, Words fail in the attempt to the impression in the senate or on the stump, whether you heard and saw him in the tournament of a great debate or only shook hands with him. he affected you as no one else ever did ar will '-Washington Post.