The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1876-09-11
DEMOCRATIC INSTRUMENTATION
A Great Night for the Unwashed.

organizations in this city. The Democracy
were amazed at the demonstration made by the
Republicans Thursday night, and they were
determined to beat it if they could but evident
| ly they couldn't; at least they didn't. The Or
CARNATIONS in this city were assisted in the
display by companies from Biddeford, Saco,
Brunswick and Cape Elizabeth. The process
sion was advertised to start at o clock, but it
was an hour later before the first division was
in motion. The delay was accounted for by
one of the mounted "cittzens, who said he bad
no white shirt and was obliged to borrow one,
| which in his locality was no easy matter
The cavalcade and uniform companies gener
| ally presented a fine appearance. The Zouayes
| from Brunswick looked particularly well, and
and they marched like soldiers, every one of
| them.
| The third division, under command of Will
liam NJ Sargent. who condescsnded to appear
on this occasion with the unwashed, was a
sight to behold. Ward 2 sent 100 of them,
which perhaps is all that is necessary to say of
it. The torches gave out before they reached
their division, and they were obliged to put up
with brooms They had no light, thus the
crowd looked quite decent where the streets
| were not Illuminated, and that was the major
ity of the streets passed through. 1t is sug-
gested that now the parade is over, the
brooms be taken to their bones and used vigor-
ously.
| Among the notices shown by this crowd was
one with more truth in it than was intended:
"We don't read worth cent? The read was
spelled with two e's but this was probably a
mistake of the painter.
As the crowd passed along they greeted their
| friends on the sidewalk and occasionally brush
| ed them with their brooms. This of course
pleased the lockers on and all went merrily.
| When they got up town where water was pro-
vided, the procession didn't halt to water up and
when one of the boys happened to want sip,
he left the ranks, and when he had satisfied his
thirst he returned to the crowd just where it
was the most convenient. This did not inter-
fere with the marching, as there was no order
| whatever, except to the bold commander who
| rode SO straight on his black charger.
As the procession began to return to this end
of the city, the torch bearers became weary,
and at each street several of them would drop
out and return home. The ranks were greatly
thinned in passing through Center street, and
on arriving at Market Square the remainder of
the faithful were reminded that the hour of
| midnight had arrived. So the rest..of the pro-
posed march was given up, much to the salts.
faction of the propretors of the Argus. They
illuminated their Office in the early evening
and sat around in the counting room waiting
for the procession to arrive until II o'clock
when the candles in the window burned out,
and they closed shop and retired. The flag
which was hung out was illuminated with Chi
nese lanterns, two of which caught fire and
burned up, while the others went out long
befors the procession arrived. The procession
numbered about 1900 torches and five bands
The Examinations were not at all general.
But the browning glory, the consummate
flower so to speak of the procession, was the
classical reporter of the Argus in his barouche.
This accomplished lnguist speaks five Ian
guages, Latin Greek, Sanscrit, Heather Chinee
and Profane, besides possessing an imperfect
knowledge of English.
-"'Tis known he can speak Greek
AS naturally as pigs squeak;
That Latin is no more dtjcie
Than to blackbird tits to whistle"
1t was grand sight when the barouche drove
up and the @. R. jumped in, attended by his
staff. His imagination carried him back to the
days when the earth was young. He fancied
himself behind the horses of the sun, aud ad-
dressed the driver as Phoebus Apollo, much to
that gentleman's disgust and provoking the
growing response that he didn't "stand no
id slang from anybody" So little is schol-
arship appreciated. During the drive the
great lingust stupefed his assistants by copi-
GUS quotations from the Bard of Mantua and
the Blind Old Man of Solos rocky isle. The
descent down State street gave him opportuni-
ty to murmur the Latin line which, acting as
PONY" to his own conversation, he freely
translated to his assistants as follows: EASY
is the descent to York street; but the return on
the up grade-ah, there is the labor, there the
dificultyp' The driver said it was just so.
The Examinations wrought the G. R. up to the
highest pitch of enthusiasm. In his excitement
strange oaths fell from his bearded lip. He
swore by every heather god from Olympan
Jove to dog-headed Anubis, and astounded the
bald headed rhetorician at his side by Kissing
in his ear, SPY the Farnesian Hercules the
Isthmian games are out.done!" The cavalcade
provoked another burst of enthusiasm, and in
his frenzy the lingust descended from his
chariot and mounted prancing steed, but get.
ting his legs tangled under the horses belly,
sadly dismounted and was taken to his office a
wreck of his former self.
The experience Of the G. r. and his assistant
on Fore street was very novel. The barouche
was drawn up to the curbstone, and the pair
dismounted and proceeded to inquire the names
of the illuminators, each taking a side of the
street. The classical gentleman suddenly
found himself in the presence of muscular
lady on the doorsteps, and with his politest
bow and in his most persuasive accents, inquir-
edlthe name of the occupants of the house, or at
least we suppose he did, for his exact language
was: Daughter of Venus, tell me whose
walls are these that have withstood SO many
revolutions of the solar orb, the rage of Eous?
What mortals bow before their household gods
within? Tell me, L conjure you" But the
daughter of Venus, installing him for an as
SCISSOR Of taxes, vouchsafed simply vigorous
"Git out" In vain he attempted to soothe
her, in vain he had recourse to the sweetest
stanzas in his poetical reco Election, till finally,
| in a moment of desperation, he exclaimed
"QuouSque tandem, Bridget o. 1ooligan, abutere
nostra patientio,' and fled to the barouche
On the other side his assistant was having a
conversation of this kind:
Reporter (in falsetto) IN the midst Of a 6evy OF
ladies-Pm representative of the Argus and
want to get the names of the occupants of
this house.
When the word Argus fell from his lips, all
fears of tax-gatherers vanished and they piled
up the compliments in this style:
"Its representative of the Argus yers are,
God bless yers," said one.
''That's the kind Of paper for yers,'' cried
another.
''Sure and isn't yers Paddy MCGEE, Inquired
the third.
'And it's he that writes the true DINER
cratic poethIy," chimed in fourth
And then they began to repeat in chorus the
O'Malleys, and O'Neals. and O'Haras, and
Finntys, and Maloneys and McCaffertys who
resided in the house with such bewildering
rapidity that the reporter swooned and was ten
derby deposited in the barouche
Not one cent 1t Is n Black Republican