At a meeting of the Leicester Conservative Society, on the
20th instant, a Mr. N. M. Goldsmid made himself ridiculous by the deli- very of a long speech, from which we extract the following passage.— 1 An alliance, if not open and avowed, at least secretly perfected in all its iniquity. has been formed between the responsible advisers of the Crown and the bitterest enemy of the religion, laws, and institutions of the realm,—an alli- ance, a coalition, of oltich expressed anticipation would have been, but a short , twelvemonth back, received with laughter and derision by the high and mighty parties to its fulfilment. It is useless to measure terms—it is contemptible to weigh our words %%len we speak of the principal in this unholy league—need I say I mean Doniel O'Connell ? I trust, that in speaking of my political op- ponents. I have never violated the rules of courtesy ; although I do not consi- der my Lord Melbourne the wisest or most consistent of statesmen, my Lord John Russell the most eloquent of speakers, Mr. Spring Rice the most pro- found of financiers, or my Lord Palmerston the most dignified of diplomatists, I have not, I believe, forgotten that they are entitled to courtesy as gentlemen by birth and education ; nay, among my most valued and intimate acquaint- ance may be found men with whom I have no public sentiment in common, but for whose personal character I entertain the strongest respect and regard. But when I speak of Daniel O'Connell, I will denounce him in terms than which the English language can find none more determined and intelligible, as dastardly slanderer, a bully, and a ruffian. I may be told, indeed, that the very introduction of his name is a homage whichLought not to be paid to this insolent and mischievous demagogue. Gentlemen, to such homage as I pay him he is perfectly welcome ; I grudge him not the tribute which I have mow rendered to his worth. And be it recollected (I speak it with shame), that this defamer of all that is wise and virtuous—this false-hearted slanderer— has been received as a guest at the table of the Kieg's Representative in Ireland, over whose threffiold he should have been footed, as one spurns a stranger cur.' I am, indeed, determined to adopt the suggestion thrown out in one of the most influential public journals, and do declare, most solemnly, that should it ever be my misfortune to meet Daniel O'Connell in private society, I wilt leave the room in which he may be, stating publicly that I do not eLose to hold, even indirectly, intercourse with a man whom I hold in such intense ab- horrence."
[The Morning Chronicle has applied the lash unmercifully to this self-important gentleman.
" Who (inquires the Chronicle) is Mr. N. Goldsmid? We ask the ques- tion because we wish to understand the force of a blow which has fallen on
Mr. O'Connell. Until we are informed upon this point, we can only pray that the Champion of Ireland is not crushed. But the fact must be known, how- ever disastrous may be the effect of it. We hope the best, indeed ; but it is
our duty as journalists to state, without disguise, that Mr. N. Goldsmith has declared to the woild his resolution not to diue in company with Daniel O'Con- nell. How the unhappy gentleman will bear this blow remains to be seeu ; but Mr. N. Goldsluid, who understands his own importance infinitely better than any one else can understand it, evidently thinks it a settler. Daniel O'Connell is now a marked man. In Daniel O'Connell the world will see the man with whom Mr. N. Goldsmid will not dine. Here the barrier is raised against the great Agitator's ambition. Wilk he be dashed to pieces against it ? Ile has done great things ; he has great things in his power; but lie cannot dine in company with Mr. N. Goldsmid. Thus far and no further may he go —thus far and no further may he carry his triumphs. The first man of our time who has shown Daniel O'Connell what he could not do, is Mr. N. Gold- smith O'Connell, with all his power, cannot dine with Mr. N. Goldsmid. Can the same be said of any other man in the Christian world? The brand is solitary as the brand of Cain. On the monument (for a monument lie will surely have) of Mr. N. Goldsmid will be inscribed, He never dined nith O'Connell.' On O'Connell's memory the everlasting stigma will be fixed, ' He never dined with Mr. N. Goldsmid!' Unhappy man F doomed, sternly doomed ! What has he now to live for ? Sentence of excommunication is passed on him—excommunication from Mr. N. Goldsmid ; and this is a sentence which no Pope can remove. Where are now his gibes and his jeers? his attacks on the Peers? His demolition of the Tory leaders have brought him to this wretched conclusion, that he cannot dine with Mr. N. Goldsmid. Miserable nuan! such is the fall from the height of power and ambition. What an addi- that is this to the examples of the vanity of human wishes ! yet, perhaps, O'Connell never had the vanity to wish to dine in company with Mr. N. Guild. amid The trecenti conjuravimns of Caius Mucius to Porcena is quite eclipsed by the awful declaration of N. Goldsmid to Daniel O'Connell. We only fear that Mr. O'Connell will spoil the sublimity of this great passage in modern history, by simply answering, Wait till you're asked.' But the gran- deur with which those crushing words were uttered, ' I do declare most so. homily; &c. must vet be conceived ; and the subject would be tine for an historic painting. Ilaydon would do it justice—N. Goldsmith crushing O'Con- nell. Begging- pardon for the meanuess of the comparison, we remember something like this sense of destroying power more mercifully expressed in a favourite old comic picture. A jolly tar is in the act of presenting a check for 20/. upon Coutts' bank ; the cashier is running his eye over the draft ; and the sailor, with a look of pride in boundless wealth, softened with a good- humoured compassion, is saying, ' Egad it's a 'Limper ! but d—e don't Inc down-hearted ;1 I'll give you time.' Mr. N. Goldsmith is the tar o ithout the mercy. He breaks O'Connell at once with his check, whatever may be the
amount of it." .
A correspondent of the Chronicle soon satisfied public curiosity about Mr. Goldsmid. It appears that " The occasional orator of the 'Leicester Conservative Society' is a con- verted Jew, the rumoured and self-styled DETECTOR of the Times ! [some letters full of abuse of O'Connell have appeared in the Times with this signa- ture.] His real name is Nathaniel Moses. His father, Edward Moses, is a native of Dover, where three Jewish aunts of the orator still retain their maiden name. Mr. Edward lloss canto to London as clerk to Mr. John Franks, the stockbroker. He married Miss Joachim, a niece of the late respectable and opulent Mr. Abraham Goldsniid, and changed his name to Moss, ahd then adopted that of Goldsmith Nathaniel Goldsmid, alias Moss, alias 3Ieses, the son, was brought up in the Jewish persuasion, baptized and made a Chrisiisn at sixteen—went to Oxford—afterwards entered at Lincoln's Inn—is a sucking barrister of four years' standing only on the 29th of January next, and 'goes' the Midland circuit, where he is known by the name of the little has' :And in the Carlton Club as 'Boots,' dwelling in Fig. tree Court, Temple. Like all converts, he is a zealot ; and Moses happening to be at the Leicester Sessions last week, attended the last Corporation dinner, wrote his speech for the Tory Leicester Journal, and thence transferred it into the Times. Such is the history and mystery' of this monster giant in warfare with Mr. O'Connell. If his zeal for the Protestant Church is to be estimated by his adult baptism, it is palpably of very recent growth: he would make a good clerk to the Reverend Joshua King. Ile is a 'circumcised Jew '—a conforming Christian—a suck- ing banister seekidg 'sessions business.'"
Enough of Mr. Nathaniel Goldsmid ; who, however, though ex- cessively ridiculous, is much on a par with the other Tory writers and sailers.]
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