Senator Carter: “Mr. Toastmaster, Fellow Members of the Society, Ladies and Gentlemen: I am billed upon this program to deliver a ‘Capital Welcome.’ I at once disclaim ability to do that.
RIGHT REVEREND M. C. LENIHAN.
Bishop of Great Falls, Montana.
Vice-President of the Society for Montana.
“‘Capital Welcome’ seems to imply a good or excellent welcome, and that accomplishment is beyond me,—but I most cheerfully extend to you a cordial welcome to this, the Capital City of our common country, and I sincerely hope that as you each depart from here, you will not feel impelled to write upon the register a sentiment similar to that written by one of our distinguished fellow-countrymen upon leaving a watering-place in England. Each of the party was called upon to write on the register of the hostelry a sentiment, and one bright member wrote these words: ‘I came here for change and rest; the porter has the change, the landlord the rest.’
“The man who wrote that was not the same man whom Brother Lee desires me to tell about, who described the kind of a man that Casey was. The man at the head of the table said ‘What kind of a man is Casey?’ ‘Well,’ says Murphy, ‘I’ll tell you what kind of a man Casey is. I went over to Casey’s house. Says he to me, “Murphy, will you have a drink?” I says, “Of course I will, Mr. Casey.” He says, “Murphy, shall I pour or will you pour?” “Pour yourself,” says I, “Mr. Casey.” He says, “All right, tell me when to stop.” He poured out a drop or two, and out of politeness I said “Stop, Casey,” and Casey stopped. That’s the kind of a man Casey is.’
“This Society needs no welcome to the Capitol City of this nation. Wheresoever you may turn in viewing our parks or avenues or historic halls, you will see in bronze and in marble mute evidences of the appreciation expressed by a grateful people of the achievements and contributions of the Irish and the Irish Americans, in building up and maintaining this great Republic.
“In LaFayette Square, immediately in front of the White House, is a statue of Andrew Jackson, a renowned President of the United States who was the son of an Irishman. Out in the northwest part of the city, but a few days ago, we assembled to unveil an equestrian statue to a man whom General Grant pronounced the greatest soldier of any time, the son of an Irishman, Philip Sheridan. Come down but a little farther and you will find a square adorned with trees and flowers, and in its center a beautiful statue to Admiral Farragut, of Irish blood on his mother’s side. Over in Iowa circle, to the northeast of this point, is the statue of General John A. Logan, the son of an Irishman. Pennsylvania Avenue has been gazed upon for years and years by the sightless eyes of a bronze statue of General John A. Rawlins, the confidential friend of the peerless victor of Appomattox. General Rawlins was of Irish extraction.
“Across Pennsylvania Avenue from this hotel is a great building in which throbs the heart of the mighty postal system of the country for which we will expend two hundred and thirty millions of dollars during this fiscal year. The first Postmaster-General admitted to the Cabinet of a President was John Barry, the son of an Irishman. And that reminds me of the way Cabinet officers are selected. It is generally supposed that the President’s Cabinet is organized in conformity with law, but such is not the fact. One day Postmaster Barry received a note reading thus: ‘Tomorrow and hereafter you will attend Cabinet meetings.’ Signed ‘Andrew Jackson.’ It was that which established the custom of calling in the Postmaster-General as one of the counselors of the President of the United States, and that custom has been maintained to this day.
“Go through the hall of statuary in our Capitol, and there you will find in marble men of proud fame in this country’s history—General Louis Cass, Henry Wilson, General Shields and others, making a long roll of men of Irish birth or lineage which I will not undertake to call here tonight.
“Just across the Potomac River, when the life of the nation was assailed, Colonel Corcoran of New York was the first to move forward with the Stars and Stripes. When the Capitol was menaced from the southwest, ‘Phil’ Sheridan was there with his cavalry to meet the enemy. When the fate of the nation was trembling in the balance upon the historic field of Gettysburg, the Union Army was directed by the masterful mind of General Meade of Irish blood.