The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1910-03-18

ances of being spontaneous and prcneditated. f'The listener says
 MT. Lecky. seemed always to follow the workings of his mind--to perceive him hewing his thoughts into rhetoric with negligent but colossal grandeur: with the chisel, not of a, Canova, but of a Michael Angelo.''
 Emerson said: There is no true elo- quence unless there is a man behind
 the speech Carlyle said: He is Gods own anointed king who melts all wills into hs.'' Both are descriptive
 of Q,Connell. His power over his his through the fact that his whole ma jestic bearing. his every attitude be- spoke soundest conviction of thought
 No one who has heard O'Connen speak ever departed from his presence with out thorough realization of the can dor. the honesty, the sympathy and tolerance of the man: his manly cour- age, his indonaitab1e energy and his masterly brain. With scarcely an eff fort on his part he drew up bill of pouring out the strength of his whole soul on mans injustices and oppres- sion, by f7ghting the cause of mankind with intelligence and determination he won even from h most bitter enemies an avowal of the righteousness of his indignation and the eternal justice of his cause.
 And so in the fullness of time, when he had passed his length of days in the land reht with strife and had ac
 complished 2 Titan's work while heset with difficulties such as few men of the century had encountered, God called him to His bosom. Not cast in any ordinary mould was he. this friend of humanity, this liberator. this true born king of men. Indeed it would seem that he was raised by Provi- dence in the time of d-rect need, to do a superhunan task and to leave to posterity a heritage of bright memory and noble inspiration. He was the most Irish of all Irishmen,-Irish in birth. Irish in t1 ad1tion, Irish in habit. Dnstained by urban artif1ciality or by European effeteness. OConnell the rugged, the plain, the original typi- Ireland itself And yet this pain man of the people, unpo;ished in manner, untaught in the sublety of diplomacy, rose to a transcendent place, not only in the hearts of his own colntrymen but wherever the name of unseldsh genius and wholesome patriotism is recorded.
 He was no 'Talleyrand cooly to play with the dcstinies of a continent. with delft and jeweIled finger; no Bismarck to trample down with blood and iron the sacred rights of his fellows. He never swept invincible from the Tagus to the Danube flung his grenadiers against the combined armies of Eur ope like Napoleon. But when TaHey- rand and Bismarck are unread names in dusty tonnes. the nian who made freedom surcharged with new and by the benediction of uncounted hearts. When Napoleon's name has become only the synonym of a bound less ambition. the man who without shedding a drop of blood struck the shackles from lis countrymen. shall long since have been .reverenced for the penetration of his intellect and the unselfshness of his soul
 Orators in glowing periods have drawn upon their greatest. powers to magnify his virtues; historians have 1iarly his own; essayists have penned some of the choicest bits of literature around his illustrious name; poets, drawing from the treasure-house of imagery, have enob1ed his every act: and yet in the last analysis, each and every panegyrist. like the plain nor place the true foundation ! of his greatness in the high morality of his character. That mdrality en- nobled the man; it ennobled every that he uttered. Moral greatness, that rarest of qualities, is the secl ct of OfConnen. He was too clear of sight to be blind to the great problems of his time; too earnest to be content with half solutions: too patriotic to shrink from pouring gut the energies Of brain and body in his country'S ser vice. His patience never grew weary; his saving humor never failed; his, love of his felloWnaen. like his conn-. dence in the a1l-wise Providence. was nell can never be mere menory; he must ever be warm in our imagina- t1ons and our hearts-vftal in those qualities which win mems love and undying reverence. He was one of us, intensely human, buoyant, knowing the joy we'll as the terrible earnest ness of life. We can make his vir- i tues our own; we can aim at his moral i greatness, at the truth and honesty, the justice and love and reverence i which in him found a well-nigh per- feet boise. Orator he was and states man; from out of the mighty heart of the nations a grea ter has never come. But no tribute bef1ts the simple gran deur of OConnel1 more exquisiteIy thar those words of Anthony over the dead Brutus: 'f- The clements So mixed in him that Nature might
 stand up And say to all the world: This was a
 man."
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