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THE O'GORMAN MAHON.
Graphic Portrait of the Irish Par
liamentarian—His First Ap-.
pearance at Ennisas
A SUPPORTER OF O'GONNELL.
Defying a Sheriff to Touch Hie Green
Badge—Never Challenged, but
Often Challenger,
It is all but sixty years, says the New
York Sun, since the great scene was
enacted by which Daniel O'Connell
broke the bonds that bad excluded the
Catholics from Parliament. The place
was the court bouse in Ennis the oc
casion was the election of a member for
Clare. The town was filled with 30,000
people, not counting the military. The
court house was packed, and suddenly
all eyes were fastened upon a daring
young maiij who, uncomfortable in the
gallery, or anxious to display his colors,
and thereby promote the chances of his
candidate, had coolly flung himself over
the railing of the gallery and sat almost
suspended, on a narrow ledge, his legs
dandling in mid-air. His costume was
as remarkable as hi.ci position. Glossy
trousers of'.Irish tabinet proclaimed at
once a fine pair of legs, and a fondness
for home manufactures. He had
thrown oil his waistcoat, and his blue
and white striped shirt was ope?i at
the neck, "in which'" wrote a circum
stantial chronicler of the day, "the
strength of Hercules and the symme
try of Antinous were combined." A
handsome and mobile face, exhibiting
courage and complacency, was crowned
by a profusion of jet black curls fantas
tically festooned across his brow while
his droll but firm month was partly hid
den in bushy black whiskers. Across his
breast was a wide green sash, bearing
the legend, unmentioned by Froissart
or Burke, "The Order of Liberators."
He kept bis dangerous post not without
difficulty but with perfect composure
and until the high sheriff and he had
•^finished their conversation, business
could not proceed. "Who, sir. are
you?" inquired that functionary, the
first man of the place and the occasion.
He was an Irishman, but had been in
India and had acquired a curious enun
ciation, blending the cadences of Wes
ley, according to the story, with the
clipping accent of the sons of Confu
cius. The man on the perch, mimick
ing his manner, called down amid roars
of laughter, "My name is O'Gorman
Mahon." The high sheriff, determined
that no insigna should be worn io his
presence unauthorized by the Queen,
called up in rejoinder, "I tell that gen
tleman to take off that badge." Hold
ing to his perch with one arm, the ele-'
•vated patriot used the other for gesture
and laying it upon his breast, retorted:
"This gentleman talis that gentleman,"
pointing to the sheriff, "that if that
gentleman presumes to touch this gen
tleman," again spreading his palm
across the badge, "this gentleman will
defend himself against that gentleman,
or any other gentleman, while he has
the arm of a gentleman to protect him."
Aristocracy, clergy, county squires and
rustic peasants, commingled in a dense
mass of excited partisans, cheered on
with one impulse, until the sheriff,
dumbfounded by the illogical but men
acing reply, gave up the task of bring
ing the scarf off the breast of O'Gorman
Mahon or the wearer off his dizzy precip
ice. The incident, trivial, if ludicrous,
had effect. It was the first collision
between O'Connell's friends and the
"government and after the victory in
the House itself, by which themodifi
^catjjm of the oaths permitted the Lib
erator to take his seat, the first man for
•whom he provided a constituency was
O'Gorman Mahon, and the seat was
one which that eccentric lieutenant had
done so much before tbe contest in the
•court house, as well as after it, to pro
cure for the great agitator. The then
young man was not long out of Trinity
College, and was studying for the Irish
bar. He remained in the House but a
short time and disappeared from poli
tics for fifteen years, when he returned
to Parliament exactly forty years ago,
remaining five years, and disappearing
again for twenty years. During these
intervals, although unheard of in West
minster, he was one of the best known
men socially in all Ireland. Although
he could carry any constituency open
to a Nationalist in Ireland, at any
time of his life, he stubbornly refused
to be a candidate. He preferred to
maintain his political convictions in a
more militant way. He is, perhaps,
the sole surviving type, having national
,fe reputation, of the* fighting politician.
-always use his tongue well
he.^ preferred another wea
i. The duel in Ireland was the reg
l^tfation mode of settling differences for
Si&period after Op'onnell forswore
"jJCrnQng the men of the world there
saying
wounded honor, and the bullying and
insolent manners by which the few
stalwart advocates of Irish national
rights were encountered by the land
lord set made any other at an earlier
time impossible. To fight was as ne
cessary for a man as to eat and after
O'Connell had abandoned the code, the
duty of repelling slanders upon him
fell often to O'Gorman Mahon, who
participated in at least thirteen duels.
On one occasion, during the repeal agi
tation, O'Connell, in meeting an attack
upon himself, intended to provoke him
to challenge his assailant, declared
firmly that he would neither give nor
accept a challenge. O'Gorman Mahon
stood up the moment the old chief sat
down, and said, with tranquil demean
or, "Mr. Chairman, it may be useful to
state that I have made no such resolu
tion. God forbid." In 1873, when the
conference was held at Dublin to form
the Home Rule League of which Isaac
Butt was the h?ad, until, a few years
later, Parnell supplanted him in the
confidence of the country, O'Gorman
Mahon made his periodic appearance.
For nearly a quarter of a century the
men who were the prime organizers of
the new enterprise had neither seen nor
heard of him. Time had been doing its
work upon his physique. His jet black
locks were turned to silver-white, and
white was the long flowing beard which
rolled adown his breast like a Druid's.
His tall, splendid figure confessed no
exterior decay, while his sharp Roman
features, his white beard and snowy
hair failing in uncut waves upon his
shoulders, gave him, when his lion-like
eyes were lighted with excitement, a
majestic aspect. He was a colonel in
her majesty's service. There was a
furtive feeling that there might be
trials for treason arising out of the con
ference, and great curiosity was mani
fested about what he would say. When
rising he reached his full stature and
faced the conference. Every voice was
stilled. He spoke modestly, but with
precision. "I am ready," he said, "to
lay down my colonel's commission and
go forth a recruiting sergeant in the
cause of the people." When the wild
.cheering had ceased he added with
smiling pathos "I am but a shattered
remnant of those who in emancipation,
days led in the struggle but, although
the snows of seventy winters whiten
the hair upon my head, they have not
chilled my breast which still beats and
will beat on till death closes my eyes in
the service of my country." He de
clined to be a candidate for a seat, and
was quite content to continue in his old
role or meeting foes in any dusky spot
whenever they preferred that arbitra
ment of political disputes. During the
Home Rule conference, he dined in
state with a number of distinguished
men, including several ecclesiastics of
high station. The duel came up in an
incidental topic and one of the latter,
to soften, as he designed, the implied
aspersion upon the gallant old man,
said, depreciatingly, that he did not
think any blame should attach to him,
who merely accepted a challenge, since
refusal meant dishonor and social os
tracism, going on to excuse what he be
lieved to be the only fault of which
O'Gorman Mahon had been guilty.
The gallant gentleman could not suffer
such injustice in silence, and broke out
with: "Gentlemen, I am bound to de
clare, on my honor as a gentleman,
that, however unfortunate I may haye
been in participating in hostile meet
ings, I never received a challenge in my
life. I always sent it." Notwith
standing his fidelity to the principle of
individual force, he rather illogically
opposed the idea of force as a means of
winning back the legislative independ
ence of his country. In his Home
Rule conference address, he distinctly
avowed himself an advocate of moral
suasion and that alone. He doubtless
knew too well the futility and madness
of Ireland striving unaided against the
military strength of Great Britain. He
was one of the first to feel and express
confidence in Parnell, whom he finally
proposed as the leader of the Home
Rule party, and then he accepted once
more the seat for Clare, to which he
had been originally elected just fifty
years previously. He was a striking
figure in the Parnell phalanx in its
young and obstreperous days. He
rarely spoke, but when he did, he com
pelled attention, not only by the nobil
ity of his personal appearance, but by
the compactness and brevitv of what
he said. Everybody remembers the
famous scene in the House when Glad
stone, exasperated by the irritating
tactics of obstruction, and resolved to
rule the House without the Irish mem
bers if they would not let him rule them
in it, determined upon their suspension
as a body. They refused to go out,
denying the legality of the proceedings,
unless compelled by force. Parnell was
the first to give this refusal. He waited
quietly until the sergeant-at-arms
touched him on the shoulder. Then,
descending from his place, he faced the
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WILLIAM O'BRIEN'S TRIP.
The Talented Editor of United Ireland
Speaks of His Sojourn on
Canadian Soil.
HOW HE ENTERED THE DOMINION,
The Castleialand Constables Wanted to Ac
company Him—Paving Stones
and Orange Hoodlums.
.In the latest issue to hand of United
Ireland we find the following racy con
tinuation of Editor William O'Brien's
account of his recent travels in America
in behalf of the evicted tenants of Lug
gacurran: "My invading army, as it
entered the Canadian Dominion, was
^composed of one man, without as much
as a paper parcel by way of baggage.
My first business in Montreal was to
send out to purchase a clean collar my
second to borrow a comb and brush. I
crossed the frontier in precisely the
same trim in which I had scrambled
over the Umbria to wit, in a tawney
grey Donegal homespun and an airy
hat of the same, the whole swathed in
the mountainous caped and belted Irish
frieze cothamor, which had comforted
my slumbers on many a western night
mail train during last winter's cam
paign. A most luxurious costume on a
Connaught blasted heath upon some
wild, nocturnal rent raid, with the night
winds searching you from head to foot
and howling for your blood, and. no
body to criticise you by the fashion
plates except a earful of Prince Ed
ward of Saxe-Weimar's police tearing
after you over the moors. But it was a
more serious affair than it may appear
to face an American audience in cam
paigning toggery. If republican aus
terity frowns clown the splendors and
fallals of military uniforms, it, in re
venge (to use one of the meaningful
phrases of his country,)
ing dress "for all it's worth." Tour
American goes even to his grave in
evening dress and the quality of'his
broadcloth, the divine gloss of his shirt
front, and the coruscations of his soli
taire eclipse anything in that line seen
among the ugly and uneventful man
kind of European drawing rooms as ut
terly as the rolling Mississippi dwarfs
the dirty Liffey with the tide out. I
have no doubt that some stout friend's
heart sank a bit, if they would only ad
mit it, when I stepped for ward under
the gaze of 4000 Montrealese ladies and
gentlemen in the unadorned garb of
old Donegal. And then the news
papers! It may be laid down as a gen
eral rule for voyagers in America that
if you want to know the best that can
be said for your personal appearance,
get your photograph taken if you want
to know tbe worst, open the newspaper
the morning after your first "inter
view." American photographs are the
most fiattering pictures in the world
and American newspapers the most
merciless photographs. For the first
time the enormities of a Dormouse col
ored costume were borne in upon mj
mind in every pictures-que shade and
free-hand literary drawing of which
the allied French and English lan
guages are capable and only that
friends Kilbride and Ryan arriyed the
next night from the phantom ship with
my portmanteau and a black coat, there
was some fear lest the American con
tinent should become better acquainted
with my tweed jerry hat and Myles-na
Coppaleen top coat than the particulars
of Lord Lansdowne's savageries at
Luggacurran. I have said that I
arrived in Canada alone. Not that
there was not a plethora of offered es
corts. When I descended to breakfast
on the morning after the escape from
fogland, I found one of the parlors of
the Hoffman House garrisoned with
athletic young men in drilled attitudes.
They were the ex-Castleisland consta
bles, just arrived from Ireland. The
whole party had been that morning en
gaged at £S a week apice iq a dry goods
store but, said one great shy fellow,
who took me into a recess for the pur
pose of explaiuiDff the feelings of self
and comrades, they heard that there
was trouble ahead in Canada, and they
iiad been thinking that if—if—1 did not
object to the company of Irish police
men—whereat the poor fellow blub
bered and got at the end of his elo
quence but he might well let his rich
country blush and great awkward,
knotted limbs of steel tell the rest.
They were of an order of eloquence
which came back on my memory often
during the sue ceding fortnight with a
spell .more potent than, I am afraid,
the creaking Greek Sonorities of Dem
osthenes ever exerised over my youth
ful noddle. They were more ambitious
proposals—a mammoth demonstra
tion in the Cooper iustitute: presenta
tion Of the freedom of the city by the
common council escorts of foremost
citizens an unbroken blaze of fireworks
at every station as far as the Canadian
MINNEAPOLIS AND ST. PAUL, SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 10, 1887.
4'works"
even­
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frontier—all designed to impress the
Orange mind with the fact that the
mighty republic was standing in the
border sentry box at Rouse's Point
with eagle eye and shouldered arms to
see fair play. I suppose that the Times
will record in a supplemental chapter
on "Parnellism and Crime" my con
fession that there were Irish-American
grizzlies who did not propose to halt
even at the frontier. One of them es
pecially comes back on ray memory—a
gnarled old soldier, who had been
through the hell fire that swallowed the
Irish brigade on the slopes of Freder
icksburg, and had on three occassions
shut his shop and kissed his wife and
taken the first train to Buffalo on the
report that Fenian rifles were popping
across the Canadian border. He had a
complexion dark enough to be begrimed
with gunpowder, and when he came to
business his eyes flamed into just such
a dusky light as must have been in
them the day when Meagher's fellows
rushed tor the mouth of the confeder
ate cannon on those awful heights.
"Don't you be a fool," says my gun
powder friend. "I know them Orange
sons-of-a-blizzard you're going among,
and don't you forget it. There is only
one way of convincing them—fire irons.
Just do your talking, and let a hundred
of our boys stand around. We won't
be in the way unless we're wanted." I
am afraid he must have set me down as
a person of degenerate spirit when I
endeavored to explain to him that there
appeared to me to be no intermediate
course between trusting the Canadians
wholly and invading them at the head
of an army with outspread banners.
"This won't be out of order, anyhow,"
he said, in a low voice, drawing a nickel
revolver from some mysterious coat
tail pocket and presenting it to me with
air of an indulgent father extending a
lollypop to an offspring. I thought I
was parting with my last title deed to
his esteem when even this shiny toy had
to be gently, but firmly, returned to its
receptacle but bottomless was the
well of the old soldier's patience. He
sighed and shook his beard more in sor
row than in anger. "Wal, boss," were
his last words, "I guess the boys will
walk across and fetch back your bones,
anyhow." I cannot at all conceal that
it was with a certain sense of loneliness
I received the last kindly good byes of
Major Byrne and Mr. J. J. Delnney,
president of the league, in the sleeping
car at the Central depot that evening
and faced the strange and (asit seemed)
hostile world beyond the frontier alone.
Apart from the personal discomforts,
with whose threatenings every telegram
from the Dominion was rumbling, I, of
course, felt that even the honest jogtrot
Canadian who never grudged Ireland
an occasional Home Rule resolution or
even a round purse of dollars at a fam
ine pinch must have shaken his head—
if not, indeed his fist—at the idea of
having the eternal Irish scrimmage
transferred to the bosom of his own
peaceful household and being asked to
take sides against the royally-anointed
head of that household in a quarrel
which did not concern him any more
than Dives at his dessert was bound to
worry about the sores of Lazarus at his
gate. Canada in general I know to be
plus Catholique que le Pape—more loy
alist than Mr. Tracy Turnerelli part of
it all the world knew to be more paving
stoneful than the Shankill road. I had
not the smallest doubt that even in the
eyes of the average native Canadian
sympathizer with Home Rule I must be
a most rash and unwelcome visitor.
Nay, Archbishop Lynch's ill-starred
interview, on the strength of which
Mr. Town send Trench tore up the
Denning treaty, had led others than
Mr. Trench to hope that even my own
would receive me not—there are so
many well meaning Irish Canadians who
think that the only way of appeasing
the wolfish bigotry of the Toronto
youug Britons is to keep on feeding them
with sweetmeats, and so many mors
bowing and scraping for offices and
cards for the balls at Government
house. Upon that score I never my
self suffered one moment's apprehen
sion. The only communication I had
received from the Dominion since
landing was a yellow telegram from
Toronto -"Cead mille failthe! —Teefy
but that was sufficient. I felt as con
vinced that there spoke irrepressible
Irish Canadian heart as if I could hear
every Irisnman who sweats in the Ot
tawa lumber yards or around the iron
furnaces of Hamilton shouting:
"Them's my sentiments and the more
trouble you're in, the more thoroughly
you can count on us." "Vastly a greater
danger than that Lord Lansdowne's
doings at Luggacurran might not in
flame the Irish-Canadian mind enough
was the danger of their inflaming it
overmuch and I confess that often as
I mused upon the charms of Scylla and
Charybdis through which I was fated
to steer, with so many eyes of friends
and foes watching from the banks, the
grim figure .of my friend with the
'(Continued 4a Eighth Page.).
MGR. DANIEL COMBONI
Bishop of Claudiopolis inPartibus, First
Vicar Apostolic of Central
Africa, and the
GREAT APOSTLE OF THE BLACKS.
His Undying Devotion to the Cause of
Catholic Missionary Work in
Central Africa.
For all English readers the country
round the Kile has a strong national
and for many also a deep personal inter
est yet, apart from all such feelings,
the Soudan, Nigritia, or, as it was then
called in Ecclesiastic language, the
Vicariate Apostolic of Central Africa,
possesses an interest that extends over
the whole Catholic world. Nigritia is
a comparatively new mission field, an
arena in which missionary struggles
have been attended with unususl loss
ot life, a theatre in which the chief role
has been played by a general ecclesias
tic, who has only recently passed from
our midst. Of this eminent prelate,
Mgr. Daniel Comboni, Bishop of Clau
diopolis in partibus, first Vicar Apos
tolic of Central Africa, and the great
Apostle of the Blacks, we now give a
brief biographical sketch, complied
chiefly from the missioner's own mem
oirs.
Daniel Comboni was born March 1-5,
1831, at Limone, in the North Italian
diocese of Brescia. Educated at the
Mazza Institute of Verona, he early
conceived a desire to dedicate his life to
the perilous mission of Japan. In 1849.,
however, Father Ange Vinco, a mis
sioner from Central Africa, paid a visit
to the seminary at Verona. His graphic
description of the religious misery of
Nigritia turned young Comboni's mind
to Africa, and henceforth his motto was
"Nigritia or death." "In the month oi:
January, 1846," writes Mgr. Comboni,
"whilst a student of philosophy and a
youth of 17 years of age, I knelt at the
feet of my venerated Superior, Father
Mazza, and yowed to consecrate my
whole life to the apostolate of Central
Africa.
"I abandoned the project with which,
three years before, the perusal of St.
Alphonso Liguori's history of the Jap
anese martyrs bad inspired me. I no
longer thought of the different missions
of Japan. Henceforth I occupied my
self only with my preparation for Afri
ca.
"In 1857 (Mgr. Comboni was ordained
priest in 1851) Fathet Beltrame, several
other priests and myself, were sent by
Father Mazza to Khartoum and the
stations of the White .Nile. During
these journeys I passed through many
severe trials and was frequently at
tacked by murderous fevers that repeat
edly brought me to ihe brink of the
grave but I was able to study the peo
ple and the cusroms of the country."
On his return to Europe, the plans
which Father Comboni had meanwhile
formed for the conversion of Africa be
gan to take definite shape and form.
For the next three years the zealous
missioner traversed Spain, France,
Italy, Germany, .England, etc., study
ing the various organ
:ations:
for for­
eign missionary work, and everywhere
seeking for counsel and support. Provi
dence assisted his efforts in 1S65 the
Society of Cologne for the Redemption
of Slaves examined and approved his
projector in 18G7 the Marquis Loui?, of
Canossa, Bishop of Verona, consented
to become President of his new work,
and that same year Mgr. Comboni was
able to open at Verona one institution
for missioners, and another for the re
ligious to whom, in 1872, he irave the
name of the Pious Mother of Nigritia.
Having thus organized the work in
Europe, he next proceeded to establish
it in the mission field itself. His per
sonal experience convinced him of the
necessity of preparing his missioners
by a process of gradual acclimatisation.
Accordingly, when in 1867 he returned
to Egypt with twenty-four Europeans
and twelve negresses educated in Eu
rope, he at once founded two establish
ments at Cairo as a basis of operations
for the Soudan. When these residences
were in working order, the first caravan
started southwards in October, 1871,
and passing by Korosco, Berber and
Khartoum, settled in El-Obeid.
In December, 1872, a second party of
twenty-two persons, including Mgr.
Componi, now Pro-vicar of Central Af
rica, followed. On reaching Khartoum,
Mgr. Comboni opened a mission house
(later on the headquarters of General
Gordon), settled some nuns in another
house, and then passed on to El Obeid,
where, on his approach, the Pasha,
temporarily at least, closed the slave
market. Thence the caravan proceeded
to Delen, further south, and there also
a second hous** of nuns andsome priests
were settled.
On Mgr. Componi's return a colony
of converted negroes was planted at
.50 PER YEAR.
Malbes, near El-Obeid, on the same
plan of selr-support as that adopted by
the Jesuits in America during the six
teenth and seventeenth centuries. Later
on similar establishments ere started
at Berber and Shellal—in all cases with
the ultimate basis of operations in Eu
rope, and a secondary basis at Cairo
These establishments consisted of
priests and lay brothers for the active
work, and of European and native nuns
for the instruction of the women and
children. The mission that hitherto
had added more to the death roll of mis
sioners than to the list of converts, now
began to enter on a period of prosper
ity. The stations of Kordofan, of Jebel
Nuba, and of Berber were formed, and
that of Khartoum was enlarged. Al
ready fresh conquests were being
planned, when death struck down the
zealous apostle.
The fatigues of a long excursion to
El-Obeid, Delen, and the mountains of
Nubia proved too much for Mgr. Com
boni's already suffering health, and on
the 9th of August, 1381, we find him ill
at Khartoum. On the 5th of October
violent fever set in. Mgr. Comboni had
studied the symptoms and progress of
the disease which had so often thinned
the ranks of cjiissio.neis, and he soon
perceived that itis end was near. Cull
ing his missioners round his death-bed,
he begged their pardon for the bad ex
ample he might have given them.
After receiving the last Sacrament
with the deepest devotion, aud for the
last time blessing the intrepid mission
ers who had shared his fatigues, "the
sons of his heart," as he affectionately
called them, he invoked a blessing on
each station and on its benefactors.
Than he renewed the offering of his life
for the conversion of Nigritia, and on
the 10th of October, 1S81, he breathed
his last. All night long, it is said, la
mentations were heard in Khartoum
Catholics, Schismatics, Mahomedans,
all bitterly wept for the loss of the great
"Bishop of the Blacks." On October
11, the first Vicar Apostolic of Nigritia
was interred with military honors, ana
laid, in the mortuary chapel by the side
of Father Maximilian Ryllo, S. J., tbe
first Pro-vicar Apostolic.
Mgr. Comboni was succeeded by the
present Vicar Apostolic, Mgr. Francis
Sogaro.
Death o.f Jerry Tuohy.
After a long and painful illness, Jerry
M. Tuohy, one of the brightest young
men St. Peter ever produced, died at 1
o'clock Sunday morning.
Jerry learned the printers' trade in
this office many years ago, and was af
terwards engaged in similar work on.
the Pioneer Press in St. Paul. A this
work he continued until called by the
management to fill the position of trav
eling correspondent. In this work he
was successful and finally became tele
graph editor of the Fargo Argus.
Under Judge McConnel he was ap
pointed clerk of the court of Pembiua
county, which office he held up to the
time of his last sickness.
The Pioneer Press, in speaking of his*
death, says that while in Pembina he
became an active and successful politi
cian, and succeeded in earrying a Re
publican county by a large Democratic
majority.
The deceased was an ambitious and
capable man. The honor which is justly
his due he attained through untiring
and persistent effort, and to see him
called away in the prime of life just
when actiyity and effort were about to
lay reward at his feet will ever be a sad
recollection to his many friends.
The funeral was held at the Catholic
church on Sunday.—St. Peter Tribune*
T, M. Healy, M. P.
A London correspondent of the New
York Times 3peaks thus of T. M. Healy.
M. P.:
Of all the fierce, bitter, coldly-fero
cious assailants who have lifted their
voices in St. Stephen's against British
rule these last dozen years, Healy is the
one whose knout lash tongue has raised
the biggest and reddest welts. To see
him in his place, just below the gang
way, standing with pale-set face boldly
uplifted against the tiers of seated To
ries opposite to hear the terrific tongue
lashing which he alone can lay upon
them—the scorn, invective, biting sar
casm, burning wrath—is to have an ex
perience not to be matched in any other
Parliament house of Europe. In the
use of jeering satire, wbich, amid
laughter, cuts to the bone, he has no
rival save Sir William Harcourt, and
no equal in him. When we bear in
mind that this man—who was, as a
poor village boy, earning his own living
at the age of thirteen—is six years
younger than Lord Randolph Churchill,,
and yet commands the ear of the House
as readily as that son of a duke, it must
be admitted that his qualities and hisv^V
position are alike phenomenal. -v i1
THE latest acquisition to the Liberal
party is the return to the fold of JSir
Hussey Viyian and Mr.
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