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Show A Pt; Thing. That "ratification meeting" on Tuesday night, when General Maxwell was ''proclaimed," was a big thing oil' iec. The band played vociferously; the drum banged and the cymbals clanged terribly in-harmonionsly, in-harmonionsly, it is true, but still making mak-ing a thundering noise. Major "Chaw'cs" flung his buueombe t the evening breeze ; General George made an attack in force on the Wasatch with a fire shovel ; and the Rev. Mr. Cyrus exhorted the congregation in a peculiarly pecu-liarly edifying manner, referring with touching pathos to the days of Shylook aud Othello, when the "Bride of the Adriatic" .sold herself to a miserable oligarchy. But, General George, we must recall the "story" of the "editor" of this city, who told you, "pledging his honor" to the truth of the yarn, that once there was an election here for delegate when he was editing a paper, and he did not know of it till three weeks after. He was shrewd to pledge "his honor," as he couldn't have offered anything of less value. We heard the same statement made once before, and knew it was a whopper whop-per as soon as we heard it. But really, now, we were surprised on Tuesday night, that there wasn't more "brains" trotted out. The only man who appeared ap-peared to have a fair share of smartness smart-ness was Major "Chawles." Does he usurp the talents of the "ring?" |