The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1872-05-04
The PhlloSOpher---Th Good Old Mans
Opinion on the Canvass.
CONGRATULATIONS BY TELEGRAPH.
ssPROTEOTION."
Scenes in CreeIey's Private
Office.

The Tribune Office was Jubilant over the news OF
the nomination Of their chief for President. Every
office boy in the establishment felt II he had been
personally compimented by the choice. From the
first rumOr Of the result crowds OF people thronged
about the building anxious. II possible to see the
great nominee himself but happy even to be under
the same roof with him. All sorts OF peo-
pie, politicians lawyers office holders, merchants.
judges and even Custom House men tbronged the
counting room and hung about the door which
leads to the Greeley sanctum, trying by every
device to win their way to the presence OF the
philosopher himself. number OF Bohemians,
denied admission, tapped every outcomng visitor
on the shoulder and inquired what Mr.. Greeley had
to say.
ALL DOORS OPENED
for the reporter of the HERALD. He made his way
without any obstruction, BEYOND the courteous
kindnesses of the jubilant counting room clerks
and the radiant private secretary Of Mr. Greeley, to
the presence OF Mr. Greeley himself. The great
philosopher was busy writing when the reporter
entered. The desk upon which he wrote was
almost level with his right ear but he elevated
his arm considerably and wrote in that position
with comparative ease.
THE NOMINEE AT WORK.
The room which Mr.. Greeley occupies is in the
second story of the Tribune building. 1t fronts on
Printing House square, and as Mr.. Greeley raises
his eyes from his high desk they naturally fall upon
the bronze statue Of Franklin that adorns the
square.
THE EARLY HOURS OF MORNING.
Mr.. Greeley came to his duties earlier than usual
yesterday morning, being deep In an editorial as
early as eleven O'Clock. Usually, when he sleeps
in the country he rises at six, and devotes an hour
or two to agricultural pursuits before betaking him
self to the equally congenia but less healthu avO
cation OF journalism. Yesterday morning, how
ever was momentOus one. 1t was natural that
he should be interested to know the result OF the
Cincinnati Convention. So he was down at his
office by eleven, and had already commenced upon
leader for to-days paper when the first despatch,
announcing
THE NOMINATION
of Charles Francis Adams, arrived. Sore grief may
have rent his heart at this message, bnt he did not
show 1t. On the contrary, he appeared to think
that it was good nomination. although 1t probably
lacked the element OF popularity. He credited the
report at once, and determined his policy '.It's
good nomination." said he; ''wc'll back him."
GREELEY STOCK RISING.
Then came the figures OF the ballot. Adams was
not nominated, after all There must be another
ballot. The philosophers hopes rose. The second
ballot came; still no choice Greeley stock rising.
Perhaps the heart of even so old veteran in poll
tics ashe may have nuttered, bounded with hope
or become weary with suspense. He did not
show 1t, however. He looked as unconccrned as
possible, made an occasional remark, gave some
directions to his foreman, looked vaguely over a
proof or two went on writing his leader; called his
secretary by the wrong name once or twice. sug-
gestcd to the office boy absent-mindedly that the
tariff plank in the platform had been most amcaby
and admirably arranged, and then, discovering his
mistake, repeated his observation to Oliver John
son, but otherwise no evidence Of any absent
mindedness or anxiety appeared.
GREELEY STOCK STILL RISING.
Soon came news that the Gratz Brown men
had concentrated on Greeley. Then doubtless his
heart leaped high. But his hopes found no express
sion through his lips.
ssWen,n said he, ''the Greeley men make good
at the strong support his own peculiar ideas had re-
received at the hands of the Convention.
THE NOMINATION AT LAST.
Then suddenly Sam Sinclair Jr, came rushing up
the steps,
s'Mr. Greeley Mr.. Greeleylr he cried, "the bulle
tin boards say you are nominated"
The philosopher shot out Of his seat.
NO." said he.
Eyes, it is sou said young Sinclair; II saw it
the bulletin"
The philosopher, with radiant smile, settled
down into his chair and gave himself up to serious
thought. What that serious thought was let his
future autobiography tell. The great responsibility OF
the position may have brought itself vividly
before him; the delicate chances Of the
campaign may have threaded mistily
through the labyrinth OF his brain,
or devout prayer that Heaven would bless his
coming struggle may have assembled from his heart
There is no telling what may have been his thoughts
at the moment when he was informed that he was
one of two or three men destined by the voice OF
forty millions of people to lead them out Of the
wilderness.
o'DwYER HIS SECRETARY,
who was alone with him In the room, lcaped to his
feet at the first word from Sinclair, and dashed
down stairs to confirm the news. In the counting
room he met Ben Wood conveying additional con-
frmation OF the report. He ran from one bulletin
board to another. The Telegram and Mail alone
had the magic words on their bulletins.
GREELEY NOMINATED
One bulletin read 'srhe Greeley men routed.n
The Secretary returned to the Office almost dis
hcartencd. All the evening papers should have had
it, But In his room the philosopher had himself
received the news from
A FRIENDLY HAND
on the scene. A despatch had come, which read as
follows:-
CINCINNATI, May 5, 1872
BY Western Union Telegraph.
To HORACE GREELEY, Tribune office, New York city.
You have been nominated on the sixth ballot by
an overwhelming majority. ANSON STAGER.
Friends crowded in at once. The crowds that had
been watching the bulletin boards Of the afternoon
papers changed venue the instant to the Tribune
Office, and made the Of the philosopher tingle
with their shouts. Finally, in reply to repeated
hurrahs, he came down from his sanctum ana,
standing behind the ratings Of the counting room
made the following
FIRST STUMP SPEECH OF THE CAMPAIGN.
For brevity 1t will compare favorable win any
heretofore made by his great rival, General Grant
He said
cant make speech. thank you, put ' s,a ,,a
Speaker never makes speeches.
The speech finished, the farmer, philosopher,
editor and candidate retired again to his editorial