In the foremost rank of orators a place must certainly be assigned to O’Connell. He was not at his best in the House of Commons. His coarseness, violence, and cunning were seen to the worst advantage in what was still an assemblage of gentlemen. His powers of ridicule, sarcasm, and invective, his dramatic and sensational predilections, required another scene for their effective display. But few men have ever been so richly endowed by Nature with the original, the incommunicable, the inspired qualifications which go to make an orator. He was magnificently built, and blessed with a voice which, by all contemporary testimony, was one of the most thrilling, flexible, and melodious that ever vibrated through a popular assembly. “From grave to gay, from lively to severe” he flew without delay or difficulty. His wit gave point to the most irrelevant personalities, and cogency to the most illogical syllogisms. The most daring perversions of truth and justice were driven home by appeals to the emotions which the coldest natures could scarcely withstand; “the passions of his audience were playthings in his hand.” Lord Lytton thus described him:—
“Once to my sight the
giant thus was given:
Walled by wide air, and roofed
by boundless heaven,
Beneath his feet the human
ocean lay,
And wave on wave flowed into
space away.
Methought no clarion could
have sent its sound
Even to the centre of the
hosts around;
But, as I thought, rose the
sonorous swell
As from some church tower
swings the silvery bell.
Aloft and clear, from airy
tide to tide
It glided, easy as a bird
may glide;
To the last verge of that
vast audience sent,
It played with each wild passion
as it went;
Now stirred the uproar, now
the murmur stilled,
And sobs or laughter answered
as it willed.