The New York herald., 1874-10-25
A Row ON Olympus.


Mars and Apollo were never on good terms
according to mythology, and therefore 1t
might have been expected that Mr.. Morrissey,
as the God of War, would not get along very
well with Mr.. Creamer. 1t is matter OF rec
ord that when these two gods met at the
Olympic Hotel, to take their nectar, they al
ways went to frowning and sometimes came
to words. There was q natural jealousy be-
tween these two swell deites, as they both
wanted the same prize. Mars thought that he
was the strongest, but Creamer, or Apollo
it is the same thing-considered himself the
smartest
Our political Olympus now shakes, not be-
cause Jove mods, but because all the gods and
goddesses have got into heavenly row. Be-
sides fierce Mars Of Tammany and Apollo, who
has became bolter or thunder bolter, oil
the deities have rushed into the field. John
Kelly is the Vulcan of the canvass, and forges
weapons offensive and defensive, swords,
shields, spears and helmets, for the legions
Mr.. Hayes, it is thought, will run well, and Is
our Mercury, very useful parsonage in po-
itical campaign. Then we have that young
Hercules, General Patrick Jones, who comes
with his club to do battle with these
foas. More for their protection than for his
own he approaches with the good look
ing Apollo and Bacchus, Ottendorfer, the
god Of the vine-wreathed Germans. II this
Hercules could cleanse the Augean stable Of our
politics we should relieve him OF the perform
ance of his other labors. Mr.. Wickham is
the immaculate Diana of the Tammany
party, to whom it points with pride when
reproached with the wild doings Of its other
deities. "Yes," the party may say, "Mars is
little gay, and Jimmy Mercury is sly, but
Diana is above suspicion. We have nomi-
mated Diana as guarantee Of the perfect
purity Of our purposes" Mr.. Murphy con-
templates these Olympian figures from the
walls Of the Custom House, new Minerva,
with Collector Arthur by his side, young
Minerva whom he is bringing up in the ways
of wisdom. Old wornout Saturn, weary and
dethroned, watches far off from Blackwelfs
Island, and Havemeyer, from the internal
gloom which now pervades the Mayors office
looks out like Pluto.
Thus all the gods seize their arms and leap
into the field On one side are arrayed Mars
Vulcan, Mercury, Diana and Minerva, and on
the other, equally fierce, are Hercules, Apollo
and Bacchus, with hosts of other smaller
deities to help them, such as the Muses. the
party journals; the Graces, the department
clerks; the Furies, Mr. Matsell and the poli.' Q;
the Harpies, the repeaters and ballot boa
suffers; the Naiads, who dwell by the beer
fountains, and the Fates, the election officers.
All of these will take part in this terrible
battle Of the. gods which has already begun,
and their celestial ichor Will flow as freely
as their stronger liquor before the
conflict ends. And why do they dispute ?
Only for the conquest of the fairest goddess
of all, for the Venus which rose from the blue
waters of the bay, the beautiful city, who,
possessing neither weapons nor armor of de-
fence, is always the prize for which the rival
Olympians contend. Jupiter alone takes no
part in the war; but perhaps some time these
quarrelling deities will discover in the U0z
popuk the stern and commanding tones Of
their supreme master.
Some people may object to this confusion Of
politicians and Grecian deities, and say that
they do not believe there is any god at all in
New York politics, and when we reflect upon
the situation we are not sure but they are right.