| Show ENGLISH PICTURE OF THE LAST PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION rrm rr— f to our posterity ' There is but one mode in which this cun be (lone” A Voice — “ We’ll elect you uiul you’ll do it” (Music by a bund on the ground) But need we pursue the vigor-011- 3 speaker into his thirdlies and four tidies or relate how be swore to bans:O Lincoln with his own hands higher lhaiycver old Virginia hung John Brown if he proved a traitor to the cionstiUition Need we dwell on the roars of “ Good boy !” ' “Bra vo Bug !” ' ' ' “That’s so !” “Three cheers and a Tiger little Dug Heihei!! hei !” v“ Hang up every black ! ! for ! ltcpiib-lica- n in the country !” ' “ Sail on !” “ Let her rip !” At four o’clock the cutting-u- p commences There is a solemn hush The table with loaves and crackers is placed on the east side The oily oozing of the enclosure pig is on the west four other tables with bread mutton and beef form the south and two tables’-onthe oilier for beef arc in the centre The reporters and cooks arc inside the fence busy round the smouldering pit The sneakers satiated with talking arc dragging their relaxed uvulus and deafened cars back to the city The police arc' driving interlopers butside the fence Thousands of rowdy eyes squint and roll — hands clutch and expectation stands on ' tiptoe eager lor the fray The and mob is disposed greedy hydra At first all was reato be violent sonably decorous Boys bore round tray's full of bilge slices of bread ' which every one snatched at hungrily according to the programme : although now and then a tray was knocked down and angrily scram- hied for Then the meat was cut into savoury “chunks” and also handed round but routine was now despised the strongest and' most brutal trod' and trampled to the front and rushed at whatever was ' r offered Impatient of the delay and fearful of losing their shares the mob now lushes to the fence tears it down and storms into the ‘enclosure The police swamped rally round' a table covered wi ill pork and round that of the chief carver The mol) overthrow the rickety table and crowd round the carver who ' is urged to apoplexy by ravage cries At last’ faint foi “Beef mister!” aucV disgusted lie retires and the crowd rush at the relics of the ox Foremost among: the rioters like ike dreadful “Man with the Beard” tableaux of the French Revolution is a Rough in a puce shirt who with an axe lop-- pert in bits the remaining quarter of the lmllock (or rather caff for the bullock of the night procession was far to valuable to roast) Half savage half mischievous and laughing the mob tear at 'tin pieces as he chops them off and threaten to leave him with nothing buttlie bone but at last he gives the axe to another and makes off with a small hot luncheon of some twenty pounds of reeking meat Now' the mob excited and wanton hut 110 longer hungry take their revenge for having Jjeeii’kcpt waiting by brutal mischief asaeiy of salt is tossed in the air to the detriment of many eyes and many coats' and when it gets too empty for flight it is trodden under food Then the remaining loaves arc pelted about and destroyed and the beef bones and lumps of meat are missils 11 e I as At this crisis a great mind in the mob discovers the value of the crackers (biscuits) and in a moment two hundred of them are skimming the air — flying strong and swift breaking painfulhats ly on noses and cheek-bone- s and eyes Lastly a ruder nature suggests that the biscuit barrels are not altogether useless and away v they go into the air falling with a crash like shells and eliciting lights wherever they fall j one poor wretch is bonneted by a barrel and when lie draws it off the nails in the inside staves have cut his face terribly in a moment out goes his lists striking whoever is near him Then the police dreading the appearance of knives break in and disperse Jhe turbulent mob and slowly the great assmhly breaks and Tails away That night we had' another procession : not merely the seedy thirty thousand who that morning assembled to cat the Douglas calf in the’ woods of Jones but' all' the seething millions of New York and its suburb cities Brooklyn New' Jersey and Hoboken : all to shout for Lincoln When’! left my a little before midnight and looked down street there were moving forests of torches advancing towards me from ever point of the compass Gradually they grew these undulating linos of twin stars bom mere phis’ heads of light to radiating suns with rays and halos of their own They advanced un- -' der the starry arcs of discharged fireworks under blue irridiations of Roman candles projectiles that x hurst in the air like luminous Champ went the N e w Jer the in crimson ' v ho-rt- riille-bullot- :Ksai sey hand defiling down one strand Champ! Champ! went the Broukr lyn band debouching into Broad Clash! Champ! Champ! way went the Hoboken band meeting them full butt and greeting them with “tiger” shouts and brazen welcome and booms of tightened parchment Now came on marching serried hatallions of “ ” the flower of the New York youth They marched two abreast the officers wearing badges and ribbon!? and crimson scarfs and each regiment with its Eeeh "Widefiery crimson colors awake wore a cap of oiiskiib paint- ed a vemilion colour in addition to a shaco coveredkdso with red oilskin Each bore in his right hand a pole about five 'feet long having a swinging tin oil lamp fastened in a frame ay one’ end: There were whole companies with blue lamps and others with red so that as they inarched in perfect military array wheeling and changing front with the maclianism of the soldier they had the appearance of a Chinese Least of Lanterns Now the camion round the statue of Washington up towards the Fifth Avenue bellowed to the welkin ' and made the very stars Avink as if they were sneezing at the sulphurous smell Now all the clubs drew up in square under the balcony of the St Nicholas Hotel Roman candles were fired and broke into bine stars while the rockets blossomed high up in the sky and cast down showers of fiery primroses Bang— champ! went the bands and “Hoi!— hei! !— hcil!!” shouted the men in the red caps Lincoln banner that The great 3 waved heavily across Broadway grew transparent and golden with Wide-awakes- ' the torchlight “Three cheers for Lincoln!” “Three groans for Douglas !” “Three cheers otnd a tigOr for Seward and three hisses for Tammany Hall and the Soft Shells!” Now a hush partly broken by the approach of a band n£wly lauded from Alb 111 v — a hush as n little knot of men appeared on the balcony and waved their hands to deprecate shouts “Mr Elias Fidgeonbarley from Missouri!” Shouts enough to'awaken Washington in his rude tomb on the Fresh hanks of the Potomac thunders of cannon fresh rains of blue stars from the Roman candles fresh tigers fresh marchiiig fresh shouts of “Let her rip!” and “ That’s good !”' and Sail-o!” as seme five theeusand voices rotred ' |
