to show him that it was, and he went on. “Old Ireland is very poor-; but thank God she is not poor enough to take the unpaid wages of anybody.
Send it back.”
A gentleman from Boston
went to him with a letter of introduction, which he sent up to him at his house in Merrion Square. O'Connell
came down to the door, as was his wont, put out both his hands, and drew him into his library.
“I am glad to see you,” said he; “I am always glad to see anybody from Massachusetts
, a free State.”
“But,” said the guest, “this is slavery you allude to, Mr. O'Connell
I would like to say a word to you in justification of that institution.”
“Very well, sir,--free speech in this house; say anything you please.
But before you begin to defend a man's right to own his brother, allow me to step out and lock up my spoons.”
That was the man. The ocean of his philanthropy knew no shore.
And right in this connection, let me read the following despatch:--