The eyes are deep-set, brilliant, restless--with infinite lessons of hours of agony, of loneliness, torture in all the million hours which filled up his nine years of endless and unbroken gloom in penal servitude.

The frame is slight, well-knit--the frame of a sturdy son of the people--kept taut and thin by the restless nervous soul within.

An empty sleeve hanging by his side tells the tale of work in the factory in childhood's years, and of one of the accidents which too often maim the children of the poor in the manufacturing districts of England.

The voice is strong, deep, and soft; the delivery slow, deliberate, the style of the English or American platform rather than of the Irish gathering by the green hillside.
[Sidenote: Dartmoor.] Altogether, never did there stand before this British assembly in all its centuries of history, a figure more interesting, more picturesque, more touching, above all, more eloquent of a mighty transformation--of a great new birth and revolution in the history of two nations.

Go back in memory to the day, when with cropped hair--with the broad-arrowed coat, the yellow stockings--this man dragged wearily the wheelbarrow in the grim silences under the sinister skies of Dartmoor, with warders to taunt, or insult, or browbeat the Irish felon-patriot--with the very dregs and scum of our lowest social depths for companions and colleagues--and then think of this same man standing up before the supreme and august assembly where the might, sovereignty, power, and omnipotence of this world-wide empire are centred, and holding it for more than an hour and a half under a spell of rapt attention that almost suggested the high-strung devotion of a religious service in place of a raging political controversy--think of this contrast, and then bless the day and the policy that have made possible such a transformation.
[Sidenote: Westminster.] I cannot attempt to give all the strong points of a speech which bristled with strong points at almost every turn.