The Wheeling daily register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1864-1878, 1874-11-10

ance, but ut last made out to say: ~
come not here to talk. You know too
well the story of our thralldom."
! Then came our old friend Merry New
ton Mercer, who said he was away from
home and did not vote, neither had he
any part or lot in the corpse, but would
do all he could 10 assist his sorrowing
brethren to bear the blow, and teach
I them to feel that:
While the lamp holds out to burn,
The vilest sinner may return"
| The next man was Francis Marion
Snively, Esq. He WAS sitting on stool
trying to play dixie on Il tin whistle.
AT the steps Of Central Hail building
We encountered our usually genial friend
John Wesley King, whose solemn couu-
tenance recalled to our memory camp
meeting scenes, religious revivals, &c
To our enquiry about the election he
answered with sign, "You boxed the
keeSds on US this time" and passed us by,
singing in hollow voice, "Hark from
tho tombs a doleful sound" At the
head Of the stairs the stately form of
James Franklin Anderson, ESQ, loom
ing into view. 1t was evident no had
just read the news, as his downcast gaze
and hasty step betokened the agony that
was weighing down mis- sorrowing soul,
and as he passed by We heard him say:
81 will weep for u season on bitterness
fed,
Fou our our party has gone to the hills of
II died not of hunger nor lingering decay,
Twas the votes of Democracy swept ii
away"
The next man was Ezekiel Ccsers
Morris of the Globe House, he looked as
though he had lived about three ages, he
sworc that he had voted the Democratic
ticket and was proui of it, but We knew
by his folorn looks that his anguish was
great; we pitied him from the bottom of
our heart, and was about to pass on when
he looked up into our face, and that look
we shall never forget. His eyes were
swimming with tears, and his lips quivcr-
ing with emotion, he struck supplica-
ting attitude and as We passed on we
heard him say:
backward, turn backward, oh, time in
your flight"
Make me Democrat just for to-nIght.
we met John Jackson Powell, J. p, he
was evidently in a deep study and was
hummng the words, "Our sun is set, and
another sun illumes the dusky skies"
We asked him if he had any election
news. and he told us to read the "Dcs
truction of Sennacherib" by Byron, and
it would give us a faint idea of
the fate the Republican party met
on Tuesday last. He passed on
saying, Democracy is
zone of the few, tho immortal names,
That were not born to die"
We started down stseet, and Just As
we came to Leonharts jcwelry store We
met our friend John Butler Longley. of
the Independent. He was repeating the
words, "Come We disconsolatc." We
told him that We were not Of that kind
Mt present, but referred him to the "hcro
Of Fort Fisher" who would no doubt an
swer to that call. We asked him for the
news. He said he had none only that
Rhode Island had gone Republican by
Il reduced majority. His voice was husky
and his frame bowed down with grief.
We left hlm repeating the following beau
tiful lines:
"tll 20 to my tent and lie down in despair,
will paint me with black and diNh"Nal
my hair,
| will sit on the shore where the hurricane
blows,
And reveal to my God in the tempest, my
woes"
The next man of sorrow was our ge-
nial friend Milton Wellington Junkins,
VI. d., and with him our friend Sycur-
que Austin. But We give il up, rs Ian
guage would fail to do the subject justice.
Just to think of it, two Of the biggest
frogs in the pond sitting in u room
mingling their grief together. It's no
use. They said they thought to stand
where banners waved, but were slightly
mistaken They reminded Us of the
Babes in the Wood" They looked
like they might be t'co of the "Noble
Six Hundred" that had just come back
from the jaws of death, for when we left
thev were chanting in concert:
Democrats on the right of US,
Democrats on the left of Us,
Democrats in front of us, &c.
We couldn't stand it any longer, so we
left them alone in their glory ~. l..