The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1872-08-16
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Mr.. Greeley in New Hampshire.

Mr.. Greeley is enjoying himself His gem
Tie soul appears to be bubbling over with CON
tentment and good nature. In his whole
iiie OF more than sixty years" he has never
ielt so well satisfied with himself before. Ii
does us good to find somebody so happy in
the very middle of dog-days. Mr. Greeley
made seven speeches yesterday, between din
ner and bedtime. These speeche were
dropped at different stations all along the
road from Concord to Lancaster. and each
one told of the pure well of innocent bapni
ness that bubbled beSeath the gray waist
coat. Truly, We are glad that the c ncinnati
convention was held, and that the Baltimore
convention followed its lead for to give one
human being such supreme Joy as Mr.. Gree
ley now feels, is worth The toll tumult of
/ alf dozen campaigns with all Il cir wicked
lies, bad tempsrs, angry words, false counts,
and exhibitions OF democratic devltry. Mr..
Greeley, whose eye has been jaundicing with
the sight of Gen. Grant monOpOzing for tour
years the palace cars and public ovations,
and who has more than once been heard to
swear gently ripping little oaths over the tel
egraphic reports of those president al Junk
citing tours''-to think that this morbid
frame of mind can so suddenly be changed to
one of pure, placid happiness, and that the
swearing Horace Greeley can be changed to
the smiling, beaming Horace Greeley by a
simple nomination for the presidency, puts
us all in good humor, and mak0s us all be-
lave that this fuss and furry is for some
good.
The broad, bland smile on Mr. Greeleys
countenance, as he places one of his feet on
the depot platform and follows it diagonally
with the other, which, nesting costly in the
vast roominess of his united brogan, is sur
mounted by long expanse of wrinkled
stocking, while far above it is carelessly furled
the inimitable trowser-is something to shed
beams of happiness all over new Hampshire,
and to carry warmth of heart clear to the
Springfield Republican, to make the New
York Tribune gush with sparkling joy, as its
proof readers dream of secretaryships at the
White House, and to make the Chicago Trib-
une feel GOOD all over. And as the breezes
roll gently down the big stone heaps on the
New Hampshire farms, and unfurl the droop-
ing folds of the long, white coat. making the
crumpled Tribune, that protrudes from the
pocket, rustic in the breeze, so naturally, so
like Mr.. Greeley, all nature seems to be wait
ing for the plain words of the plain editor,
who has spent life time in trying to knock
down everything that society and politics are
based on.
Then, at the ripe moment, follows the little
speech on the depot platform. 1t is not po-
litical, for it does not answer for candidate
to say anything about politics, lest people
shall know how he is to act if he becomes
President. 1t is safer to repose in the imag-
ination of friendly editors for that. But, on
the contrary, the speech is about foreign
lands, or domestic happiness, or untrimmed
apple trees. Yet whatever about, whatever
the theme, the words are the effervescence
of a heart at last happy after years of long
ing for happiness.
The first station is Tilton-reverend name
where the rustics of New Hampshire are
told not to go west, but to stay at home, and
enjoy New Hampshire. Home has come all
at once to be very delightful place, when
one can be candidate for president there. Then
with smile of such peaceful serenity that
all New Hampshire can remember it for years.
Mr.. Greeley bows awkwardly but kindly, and
gets on the cars. A few moments ride brings
him to Laconia, when his redoubled Joy is
expressed in eulOgy of the smiling fields about
him. At Plymouth he is still more joyous
at heart, and tells the crowd at the depot
that as he grows older he feels more and
more kind and charitable-bless himl At
Lisbon, he feels that he can't drink in the
full happiness of the scene, and hopes to
come again-we hope he may go every year.
At Littleton he wants to speak of politics but
can't-he would be mlsinterpreted we think
very likely. AT Whitfield the good man is in
ecstacy; he was never so far north in New
Hampshire and never felt so well in his life
Finally, as the train rolls him into Lancaster,
he can scarcely contain himself for joy.
There is goodly crowd of clean faced child
ren before him and he rM make speech in
spite of those gentlemen in whose hands he
has placed himself" So he tells how well he
feels, how old he is, and how he wants
nothing further in this world but to visit his
mother, who, he says, is spending her old
days between the Bible and those Journals or
records wherein she reads the story of her
sons efforts, possibly achievements. He
has passed his Goth year, he says, and never
had so good a time in his life
Evening falls on this blissful scene among
the New Hamshire hills. The stubby, snarl-
ed apple trees nod a good night to Mr.. Gree
ley The loose stones roll down the hills,
making music to the ear of the Chappaqua
agriculturist. The ragged pine trees which
protrude sidewise fiom between the boulders,
sigh gently, and the happy candidate closes
this busy day of busy life; while the tele-
graph offices all oyer the land sound with
the clicking music that records these seven
rustic speeches of peace and good nature.
Surely, one such day of happiness to a single
one of our fellow mortals, is worth all that it
costs to keep up a hot political campaign in
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