Mr.Davis, on the other hand, felt the blow to be a stunning one.

He was shocked at the same time by Mr.O'Connell's disregard, not alone of friendship, but of common courtesy, and by the intemperate exultation of the audience.
To his loving nature, both seemed, especially in such a place, utterly unintelligible and grossly unkind.

He was the last living man to offer insult to the belief or even the prejudice of a Catholic, and he felt that this was thoroughly known to Mr.O'Connell, and that it ought to be known to his audience.

The disappointment and the rudeness were too much for his susceptible heart, and he so far yielded to wounded feelings as to shed tears.

Mr.O'Connell, whether gratified by success or influenced by his better impulse, caught him by the hand and exclaimed: "Davis, I love you." Although the first struggle closed amidst cheers, there were carried away from that meeting in the breasts of many, seeds of bitterness and hate which ripened in after times and under gloomier auspices.