Dallas herald. [volume] (Dallas, Tex.) 1849-1873, 1866-10-13


SION. ain ht home.
From having been q subjuRaisd
sovereignty, amnow a rccOnsirno.
ted Ouss know hJ North, 10
South, no East, no West, 40 moth
ing
Except that the Union is prcscry.
ell In its integrity; A.. j. engineers
the machinery aud tho country Is
saved, ...
The Convention, my dear Brick,
WA big thing. South Carolina
aud Massachusetts entered arm In
arm everybody cried and Rugged
everybody else. cried too, and
went into the hugging business gen
orally. Commenced ON young To-
male patriot of America, and rath,
or liked IL. Wcpt and Rugged
again. Then she wept, Didn' I
wish 10 be considered too special in
my hugging, and turned my atten-
tion TO a large sized delegate from
Vermont. II wasn't so pleasant,
hut then ! was harmonizing and re-
constructing. Continued to weep
and hug and feel good, Forgot, in
the excess of patriotic feeling, that
Mr.. Davis was prevented by physi'
cal weakness aud other causes, at
Fortress Monroe, from being pres
cent to enjoy the scene and help har-
. monte, weep, hug and reconstruct
Others, from Dixie, seemed to for
get it too.
When your old friend Doc, allud-
ed, in 81 voice trembling with emo
ton" to the fratcrnal squeeze be-
tween Mass. and s. G., it affected me
to tears again, and | wanted to hug
some moro. This time hid away
the only quarter had in my pock-
ct, and tried to find Buter-l want
ed to hug him but he was absent,
my. Brick, and thereby went unhug-
gcd.
I felt like lamb that was han
kering to lie down with some inno-
cent lion, and be docilc; but Pope
was in New Mexico, Fighting Joe
hadn't como in, and Banks was in
New York. Fortunately the sooth-
ing strains of "IIaiT Columbia" in
terspersed with "Dixie," from pa
triotic. collection of fifty pieces OF
harmonious brass, stole over my
senses, and. ] grew calmcr.
looked around the, eight thous-
and rairs of eyes, to see if any OF
the lachrymaf was moistening the
checks of Fernando and Glen; but
they were not participating, my
Brick. They were two Lazaruses,
who were being dry-nursed in the
bosom of some political patriarch
aaflr off" Each had bandanna,
with which he wiped away the
gushing tear. drops that started, un-
(. hidden, from the overloaded heart.
They hadn't on the wedding gar
,mcnts, my Brick, and failed to show
: their tickets before the doors were
closed.
But they wcpt and Rugged.
II turned a gain to your friend
Doc. He too, is brick; and on
this occasion, Philadelphia brick
AS a speakist he is good. His ref
erence to the little trivial incident
in which S. G. fired the first gun,
and Mass. shed the first claret, was
happy, and set Orr and Couch to
Illuminating on the scenes of the
past. However, they looked at
each other, smiled, wept, Rugged
again. and were ineffably happy
But when Doc proclaimed the glad
.tidings that peace had returned
and brought her knitting with her
to stay week, the applause was
deafning. Mass. and S. G. locked
arms again-became Siamese twins
forever, and reminded me of the
beautiful sentiment taught by Mis-
Parthenias mother, Slightly alter
ed howcver.)
nTwo souls with but single thought
Two hearts, that beat as one"
g-i But all things must have an end
my Brick, and so had this grand
wedding. Henry J. framed the mar.
rage certificate and then violated
the consistency of his past record
nv voting for it. The benediction
was pronounced; the horns footed
the drums rolled and the marriage
party broke up. Some went home
with drey-loads of joy in their bo
9soms-,joy because the honest be
aiieyed they had done good thing
Some went home. nv Brick, to cal
culate how many votes would bt
added to their party as the Crane
result And some, again, wen
home trying to shut out from the
minds eye spectre.
IA The phantom figure of pool
old man feebly lettering under
heavy burnen- bearing uncomplain
7oingly the weighty sins whichs be
long to the failure of revolution
he was called to lead. This veal
old man in the attitude of listening
breathlessly to the shouts the hur
rahs and the hallelujahs which
marked the marriage Of s. G. ant
Mass heralding peace whose bless
ed beams cannot penetrate the pris
on bars, or shed its gentle rays up
on the heart of the dying captive.
-a2a Do you understand me, my Brick
A-Please hug-fsr me, conventional
s,ly, some young female patriot of A
mcrica, up in Wisconsin.
o Yours, in a conventional way,
~ ASA HARTZ.