The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1868-10-22
SeymOur's Bugle,

THR World-the Democratic sheet by that
name, we mean-is oonvulSed with Joy be-
cause Seymour Is about to blow his own trum-
pet in the most lusty fashion.
"One blast upon his bugle horn
Is worth ten thousand men,,
clies the World, and then kicks its rhetorical
heels high into the air at the prospect OF the
grand entertainment TO which it invites ''the
Democratic masses" The World regards
Seymour's bugle blasts as "the one thing
needful to insure great Democratic tri-
umph." Moreover, the World is rendered
facstious by excess of joy, for it speaks of
Pennsylvania as "that mole State" omitting
to mention the precise characteristics whicA
entitle our old Commonwealth to such
dignifed epilhet. And Seymour the
Bugler is coming down among the Demo-
cratic masses of the noble State, as
soon as he has blown blast at Buffalo aud
sent it ringing up the chain of lakes. What
noble State we cannot divine, but perhaps he
entertains an idea somewhat akin to that
which the World is nursing, that "his speeches
in Pennsylvania will be worth to the cause
great deal more than the few thousand votes
which separate us'-Seymour, Blair, and the
World-"from victory in that State" This
little joke about ''the few thousand votes" is
something to make a note of. 1t is one of the
rarest we have lately seen. 1t is savory Of wit
and replete with sarcasm. By its perpetration
the World steps into the old shoes which have
been rusting and mildewing since Vanity Fair
gave up the journalistic ghost
Yet, for all this, we join hands with the
Werld in rejoicing that Seymour has gone
into the bugle business. Blair is bugler,
and always has been; but his trumpstings
have grown a little hoarse and mono.onous of
late, and have ceased to edify either friend or
foe. So Seymour's first blast is destined to
be quite as stating as would be blast by an
archangel-there are archangels below, as
well as above-and when his bugle gets fairly
in tune, and the well1in sets its ears agog to
catch its every sound, the dolorous melody
will afford treat both and melancholy,
which we trust will not become monotonou5
before the grand anthem of peace rises
throughout the length and b-o~dsh or the
lend, n the Sd OF November, and browns its
last faint note.
So, in the name OF the Democratic masses
Of our noble State, we tender Horatio and his
bugle hearty welcome. In truth, we do not
mind stretching our hospitality to its utmost
tension by inviting him TO settle down in our
midst. We are pre-eminently musical COM
munity, and we have seen watermelons which
grew upon our own noble soil. Between the
bugle and the melons Horatio can revel in
right royal style, to his hearts content, and
for all time to come.
But perhaps it will be well to notify this
gay troubadour, in advance, that but one tune
is in vogue in this latitude. On the 18th of
October it was played, with variations, all
along the line as far as Omaha. If Mr.. Ssy-
mour desires to give Tramp Trampl" for
the benefit of few families who have not
heard it-they are most numerous in the
Fourth ward of this city-we shall doubly
rejoice. If, however, as we strongly suspect,
he is bent upon playing "Dixie" and the
"BOnny- Blue Flag" we most respectfully
and regretfully announce to him that 1t will
be winds labor lost. He may create breeze by
his blowing, but the obnoxious medleys will
fall like mere pufs of air upon the iron hills
of the noble Keystone State. There will be no
echo worthy of notice, no response that will
lift up his heart from the Slough of Despond.
The true men of the State are too numerous
by ga few thousand" they know their
strength, for they have just tested it; and
they will make it felt again, although Ssy
mour may blow upon his bugle until he is
black in the face, and his rotund cheeks do
burst from the fulness OF wind wherewith they
are distended.