National Republican., 1876-06-09
A TARBOX LOCKED UP.

Just as we expected, it was a very bad day
for Mr.. Tarbox. 1t was such q very bad day
that it would not be at all improper TO sug-
gest that delegation of the old women of his
district call at his late residence in Washing
ton and accompany his remains to their polfti-
cal obscurity in the Old Bay State. He is
dead. Politically speaking, he is "deader nor
q door nail" He died of too much Fryeing.
He shufiled off his political coil, lost
his prestige, and sacrificed his influence
at precisely 2:40 O'Clock yesterday after
noon, in the House of Representatives.
1t was sight long to be remembered.
Itwas pitiful picture. To see man slaugh-
tered in the House of his friends is sad enough,
but to see him cut down in the bloom of his
youth and in the length of his hair, without
moments warning, and while the inspiration
of feeble oratorical effort was still welling
up from the depths of his soul, was enough to
throw the Speakers gavel into state of pro-
fuse perspiration, and bring gloomy chaos into
the order Of the House. Amid the profound
silence and riveted attention of those who had
gathered to see the fight, John Kemble the
Tarbox, who defeated James c. Aver the Pill
box, arose. It was like the sudden coming up
of a ghost through the stage-foor of
q theatre. he was pale, and the trembling
of the aspen was like unto the constant
twitchings Of the knee joints and the nervous
undulatious Of his slender form. He had
come, fellow -countrymen, to vanquisB Blaine.
Fresh from the drawing,r room of the man who
had written his speech had come b show
to the world how inyioAte should be the
saeredness of private conversations, and how
remarkably easy 1t was for him to crush, to
wipe out and to snnihilate the maj who had
dared to reflect on his sincerity. And he pro.
ceeded to do it. He was just one. hour en-
gagged in the little enterprise. One brief hour,
into which he crowded thousand yards of
gestures, thirteen drinks of water, two nose
blows and one point, and the point killed him.
1t was to the-ieffect that Mr.. Blaine had
violated the sacredness of private CONVEX
sation, using his (Tarbox's) conversation
to do thsE mfschievous work with. Poor
John KEN de. -Tarbox In this moment,
when he supposed his triumph complete,
he was suddenly clapped into Fryeing-
pan and held there until there was not a
grease spot left. In the heat of his anxiety he
forgot that he was vulnerable to the death
VAL ooeo Va OIL oufoiooiJ1 Ab Aoi6os bhht uC
had, in q moment Of supreme folly and mean
ness, laid himself open to criticism that would
kill he forgot, while preaching the sacred
ness of private property, that he stood con-
victed of the very crime he was condemning.
But his memory was freshened.. Congressman
Frye did the work. He did 1t 50 well that
there will be no need of inspection. "Did you
or did you not" said Mr.. Frye to Mr..
Tarbox, shave upon your desk printed
copy Of Mr.. Blaine's currency speech when
that gentleman was delivering It; a
copy which had come into your possession sur
reptitiouslyP' The locks of Tarbox seem to un-
tangle and stand Ike quills upon fretful
porcupine. His specs jumped down over the
bridge of his nose, and loitered midway be-
tween the stActure and the terminus. His
left hand was unable to keep watch of what
his right hand was doing, and he hesitated,
suffered, squirmed and muttered some unin-
telligible imprecation, and sank discounted
and disgraced into his chair. He looked hag-
gard and withered and gone. The starch had