He is an Irishman, an Orange Irishman, a redhaired Irishman!" Casting his eye over the audience and seeing quite a sprinkling of redheads, and realizing that he had perpetrated a slip of tongue, he added: "Fellow citizens, when I say that Robinson is a red-haired Irishman I mean no disrespect to persons whose hair is of that color.

I have been a close observer of men and women for thirty years, and I never knew a red-haired man who was not an honest man, nor a red-headed woman who was not a virtuous woman; and I give it you as my candid opinion that had it not been for Robinson's red hair he would have been hanged long ago." His pathos was not far behind his humor--though he used it sparingly.
At a certain town in Texas there lived a desperado who had threatened to kill him on sight.

The town was not on the route of his speaking dates but he went out of his way to include it.

A great concourse assembled to hear him.

He spoke in the open air and, as he began, observed his man leaning against a tree armed to the teeth and waiting for him to finish.
After a few opening remarks, he dropped into the reminiscential.