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Show Tiiat Excitement. There was great excitement in this city on Monday. Mon-day. There must have been, for Judge Strickland said so, and "Brutus is an honorable man." We beg pardon of Mr. tBrutus, et tu Brute ! And here's how it all came about. Marshal Mar-shal Patrick had to arrest Alderman Clinton, the City Marshal, the Chief of Police, all the regular police, and a number of specials. Did the Marshal order out a posse of his hundred or odd deputies that have since been sworn in, arm each one of them with a brace of mitralleurs and several large sized cannon, and attack tbe foe in front and rear? Not a bit of it He acted like a sensible man, went to the police, and quietly asked them if they would arrest themselves to oblige him, and get together the specials that Judge Strickland might see their good-looking good-looking countenances ; all of which was quietly done, without the least taste of excitement. And so the Daniel of the 3rd District saw armed hosts in playful groups of children and wheeling ba' talions in the chimney shadows. Oh, Jack Falstaff! Jack Falstaff! Your vast rotundity has disappeared from Gadshill ; but your immortal peculiarities peculiari-ties will live in your shadows through all time. "Now, my beloved friends, let us turn to the 2nd chapter of Obed, and read of the doings of Cyrus who didn't conquer anything !" |