The following sketch, by Justin M'Carthy, is published in the American papers : “ Archbishop Manning is a tall, thin personage, some sixty-two years of age. His face is bloodless —pale as a ghost, one might say. He is so thin as to look almost cadaverous. The outlines of the face are handsome and dignified. There is much of courtly grace and refinement about the bearing and gestures of this pale, weak and wasted man. He wears a long robe of violet silk, with some kind of dark cape or collar, and has a mas five gold chain around his neck, holding attached to it a great gold cross. There is a nervous quivering about his eyes and lips, but otherwise he is perfectly collected and master of the occasion. Plis voice is thin, but wonderfully clear and penetrating. Jt is heard all through this great hall—a moment ago so noisy, now so silent. The words fall with a slow, quiet force, like drops of water. Whatever your opinion may be, you cannot choose 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 the Car dinal Grandison of Disraeli’s Lothair — Dr Henry Edward Manning, Roman Catholic Archbishop of Westminster, 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, he 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, he would leave the Catholic noblemen at any time to go down to his Irish teetotallers at the east end of London. He firmly be lieves that the salvation of England is yet to be accomplished through the in fluence of that religious devotion which is at the bottom of the Irish nature, and which some of us call superstition. He loves his own country clearly, hut turns away from her present condition of in dustrial prosperity to the days before the Reformation, when yet saints trod the English soil. 