In the Reform paper, which was edited at
the time of which we write by a Tipperary man named
McSorley, you might read of a distressing accident which
befell one Simon Henry (also a Reformer), while that
great and good man was abroad upon an errand of mercy,
trying to induce a drunken man to go quietly to his home
and family. Mr. Henry was eulogised for his kind act,
and regret was expressed that Mr. Henry should have met
with such rough usage while endeavouring to hold out a
helping hand to one unfortunate enough to be held in the
demon chains of intemperance.
In the Conservative paper the following appeared:
We regret to hear that Simon Henry, secretary of the
Young Liberal Club, got mixed up in a drunken brawl
last evening and as a result will be confined to his
house for a few days. We trust his injuries are not
serious, as his services are indispensable to his
party in the coming campaign.
Reports of concerts, weddings, even deaths, were tinged
with partyism. When Daniel Grover, grand old Conservative
war-horse, was gathered to his fathers at the ripe age
of eighty-seven years, the Reform paper said that Mr.
Grover's death was not entirely unexpected, as his health
had been failing for some time, the deceased having passed
his seventieth birthday.
McSorley, the Liberal editor, being an Irishman, was not
without humour, but Evans, the other one, revelled in
it. He was like the little boys who stick pins in frogs,
not that they bear the frogs any ill-will, but for the
fun of seeing them jump.
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