The Belmont chronicle, and farmers, mechanics and manufacturers advocate. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1848-1855, 1853-08-05

broadway Is lined, on elther slde, with
dense throng of questionable looking eS
pectants, waiting TO "see the procession
Short people are at a discount; no chance
for the poor wretches, strain and tptoe it as
they will, One tall man who evidently knows
the worth of his inches, seemed to think him
self too valuable to be let out all at once; So
he elevated himself, jack-screw fashion, let
ting out one link of his vertebral column
| after another, until he lowered above his
neighbors like pine tree among scrub oaks.
What altitude he finally reached, am unable
to say, as he was still on his way up Qike
Jacks bean-stalk) when our omnibus passed
him.
"Evey thing comes in use once in seven
years." says the old proverb. | had often
wondered of what earthly use could be the
tottering brick-piles which disfgure every
block in Broadway. To-day was enlighten-
ed; they served admirably as points of OBJ
servation for the more adventurous spectators,
and each pile was covered with eager gazers
The windows overlooking Broadway were
all filled with neatly dressed ladies', and as
the eye swept through this magnificent
thoroughfare, the rushing vehicles, the sway
ing, motely multitudes, the gaily dressed ladies',
the waving flags and banners which floated
over the more public and prominent edifces,
presented an ever varying panorama, that was
far from being the least attractive andmpres-
sive feature of the day. 1have often thought
when the people come out "to see sight,"
that they themselves are far more imposing
than what they came to see.
On entering the Palace, we (my companion
and y found that all the most eligible seats
were already occupied, and that what was
left were reserved for some man of straw and
his wife. IT was no use t. shows ones ticket
"You mustn't sit here!" you mustn't sit there!'
"You can't stand in that pace!" "lou can't
60 there!" "You can't come here!'-and so
the throng went forlornly around and about
old men and maidens--heads of families
clergymen-elegant lades-all sorts of peo-
ple-seeking places whereon they might rest,
and finding none. We finally resolved on
action, seized couple of boxes of workman's
tools, emptied the contents on the floor and
converted the boxes into comfortable seats
in the most commanding position in the east
ern gallery, notwithstanding the impertinent
Above US was the lofty stained dome, a
most imposing eature;--aags of all nations
waved from the latticed balconies; beneath,
the jeweled arms of ladies fair CLEANED and
flashed in the sunlight. Directly below us
vas Marochetti's equestrian statue Of WASH
ington, of colossal proportions.-Y ago,
dear General, you rode into my young affec-
tions on that very horse, as represented on
ninepenny printed cotton handkerchief, given
me as ''reward of merit" for correctly "de-
clning to love"-(wish had always declin-
ed iD! In the immediate neighborhood, our
eye rested on gigantic statue of Webster.
There were his features, certainly, all correct,
by line and pumed; but where'S the expression!
1t was soul-less and corpse like--it failed to
magnetic me.
An hour has passed; our eyes are weary
with gazing; still, no President.-Tbe singers
have taken their places-the organ has
emitted one or two premonitory subterranean
grumbles, and the platform is beginning to
fill with lesser dgnitaries. The richly
cushioned Presidential chair, has been wheel
ed about in the most inviting locality; huge
boquet is placed under it by way of bait, but
still the President doesn't nibble So we bide
our time with what patience we may-though
the thought of glass of cerwater, or a
cake, occasionally quenches our patience and
patriotism.
In the name of all that's Roman Catholic,
what figure is that! exclaims an elbow
neighbor, with the long flowing muslin
sleeves--sweepng black surplced robe, and
shaven crown fringed with silver locks! who
is it!
1T must be the Pope or Archbishop Hughes
says another. Well didn't suppose anybody
but high Chatholic would dressin that fash
ion. 1t is not only un-American, but unbe-
coming the occasion.
Another hour has passed! Even feminine
curiosity cannot exist much longer on such
unsubstantial aliment as pontifcial robes and
empty glitter. My companion is certainly a
wizard! he has conjured up some ice cream
and cake :-now shall have strength to cheer
the President. Here he comes, God bless
him! You won't see sight like that out of
America. The representative of mighty
nation--one of the mightiest on earth--re-
ceving the homage of expectant thousands
standing without 'star' or 'order,' or insignia o
power other than that with which the Amigh.
ty has stamped him. No 'life guards NO
hedging him in from the people. 1t is sub
lime!
Now the "Pope" gets up to read pray.
er.--I'd like to know if there's no Presby-
teran, or Baptist, or Methodist here, who
wears dress in harmony with that worn by
the President and his people, who can pour
out an extemporaneous simple prayer from
the heart with more point than that! | ina
gine it would be more satisfactory to the peo-
pie, and quite as much SO to the Being whom
it is intended to honor.
Now follows an Ode, sung to the time
honored tune of Old Hundred, echoing from
hundreds of voices, through those deep naves
with such thrilling majesty that you feel al
if wings were growing from out your should
ers, and you must soar; and suggesting the
song of the redeemed, sung by thousands, &
thousands. and hundreds of thousands, before