Civilian & telegraph. [volume] (Cumberland, Md.) 1859-1875, 1860-06-07
For the Gulian &c Telfvdph.


NR. EDITOR 1T is conceded that the char
ter election, lately held here, resulting in the
election, by the Opposition, Of
four out Of the six Councilmen, was the mos.
exciting one known IN the history of our town.
The miserable spells faction, into which the
poor, distracted, hack-riddeu democracy here
are divided, are decidedly like Balaam's ass,
very much amazed, and scarcely know what
To think of il.
The following dialogue is faithful relation
OF what passed between some Of tie corrupt
and corrupting leaders and ofice-seekers OIL
that faction, known as tho boilers, On hearin =
Of the crushing defeat of their ticket, and
is reported expressly for publication in your
widely circulated and ably conducted Journal.
1t will be observed that, after admitting hav-
ing resorted to fraudulent voting and all sorts
Of dirty aud disbonorhble means to turn the
scale Of victory to their side, and that democ-
racy as an organized party, has censed to have
"a local habitation and name" here, their
interview closes most unceremoniously in a
bitter AID violent quarrel about the distribu-
ton Of the Canal offices.
The parties to the dialogue are:
Pill Box-An old worn-out hack aud
leader.
BRIcK-An ofice.seeker aud ballot-bo
stuffer.
CLEAvER-An Irish office seeker.
CRABsHEAp-A lawyer and offlce-seeker.
SHALLow-A hot-headed, thick-skulled,
choleric justice Of the peace.
SHYLocK-Au Irish userer and oftice-seek-
er.
DAsKEY-PILL Box's SERVANT.
Pill Box's Room.
PILL Box. How goes the day, Brick p
Is the election safe?
BRIcK.--I fear, air, our cause fares badly.
Tie fact IL. we are defeated and everything
is knocked into cooked hat
Pill B"x.-Why, you don't gay so? l
WAS certain laid the ropes right. wonder
if we got in all the bogus .ickets2 You know
Brick. all depended on them.
BsIcK.-l think so, sir. know got in
seventeen. and three put i'll myself makes
twenty.
PILL Box.-Something Is wrong, or my
name is not Pill Box.
BgIcK.-Yes, sir. that's certain. The par
ty is clean busted up.
PILL Box.-Some one has let the cat out
Of the bag. But here comes Cleaver. putting
aud blowing like dog about to he slaught-
cred and sold for first class mutton. III asl,
him. Well, blatherskite, what news? How
goes the day?
CLEAvER.-Bejabers, yer honor, and the
Dutch hive saized huuld iv us by the air at
last. and divil doubt. Be my sowl we are
claim done out completely wo!loped. talk
ed and raisined with the ignorant set until
my stomick swcllcd up as big as barrel with
Weakness, but sorra peg they'd stir, sorra one
itself to plais me. My heart is broke stand
in on my legs al! day at the polls. If only
had wee dhrop Of ould puthcen. be dad and
think it would rise my sperets intirely.
Pitt Box.-Oh shut up. | knew your
blabbiug at tho election would injure US.
believe you blew on us and let the Dutch get
hold Of our ropes.
CLEAvER.-Faith an may be did. Ican't
control this tongue of mine. Its failin
got when pig-dhrivin at homo In Ireland
Docthcr O'Rafferty, the Lord be good to him,
and lie was as fine and as dacent a gintlemen
as ever throd in shoe-leather, tould me, many
a day ago. that, if I'd only talk plinty, the
divil die I'd liver die with the gravel any
way. It's the tenor ofthat bloody lisais that
makes me talk 30. To cut long story short,
it's failin got while pig-thriving from Bal
lymahan to Donney brook fair, and that's
the druth for you. And by this same token
Pill Box.-Shut up say. Why don't
you copy sfter me. and talk just to suit The