ARCHBISHOP MANNING.

Waikato Times, Volume I, Issue 20, 15 June 1872, Page 3

ARCHBISHOP MANNING.

Tun following sketch by Justine M'Carthy, is published in the American' papers:—Archbishop Manning is a tall, thin personage, srtmo sixly-t.wo years of age. His face is bloodies — pale ns a ghost, one might say. He is .< > thin as f;o look al mosfrcftdaveroas. The outlines of the face are,handsome, r*nd dignified. There is much of courtly grace and refinement jibout the hearing and gestures of this pale, weak, and wasted man. He wears a long robe of violet silk, with some, kind ol dark crape or collar, and has a massive gold chain around his neck, holdirlg attached to iLa great gold cross. There is a rervous quivering »bout his eyes and lips, but otherwise he is perfectly collected and master of the occasion. His voico is (-bin, but wonderfully elear and penetrating. It is heard all through this great hall—a moment ago so noisy, now so silent. The'words'faHwith a slow, quiet force, like drops of waler. Whatever your opinion may be, yon cannot chooVe but listen , and. indeed, you want only to listen and see. For this is the foremost man in the Catholic Church of England. This is t!:e Cardinal (j'randison of Disraeli's Lothair—Dr. Henry Edward Mannirg,Roman Catholic Archbishop of "Westminister, successor in that office to the late Cardinal Wiseman. It is no wonder that the Irishmen at the meeting are enthusiastic about Archbishop Manning. An Englishman of Englishmen, with no drop of Irish blood in his veins lie is more Hibernian than the Hibernians themselves in his sympathies with Ireland. A man of social position, of old family, of the highest education and the most refined instincts, lie would leave the Catholic noblemen at-any time to godown to his Irish teetotallers at the east end of London He firmly believes that the salvation of England is yet to be accomplished through the influence of that religious devotion which is at the bottom of the Trish nature and which some call superstition.. He loves his own country dearly, but turns away from her present,condition of industrial prosperity to the days before the Reformation, when yet saints trod the English soil. "In England there have been no saints since the Reformation," he said the other day in sad, sweet tones to one of wholly different opinions, who listened with a mingling of amazement and reverence. No views that. I have ever heard put into living words embodied to anything like the same extent the full claims and pretensions of TJltramontanism. One cannot but be impressed by the sweetness, the thoughtful ness, the dignity, I had almost said the sanctity of the man who thus pours foith with' a manner full of the most tranqnil convictions, opinions which proclaim all modern progress a failure, and glorify the Roman priest or the Irish peasant as the true herald and repository of light, and liberty, and regeneration to a sinking and degraded world.