The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1877-06-16
LES MlSERABLES.

LES MlSERABLES.
On Tuesday evening last about eight
hundred of the great unwashed met
again in the parlors Of the Manhattan
Club, in New York City, for the osten-
sible purpose of paying their respects
to Messrs. Tilden and Hendricks prior
to the departure of the latter gentleman
for Europe. In reality, they met to give
vent anew to their feelings of disap-
pointmeut at the loss of the Presidency
and Vice-Presidency, to mourn together
over their failure to fasten themselves
upon the National Treasury, and, prin-
cipally, to moisten their parched lips
and husky threats with PeiperH eidsic,
as, at the top Of their voices, they
shouted" Reform"
The unterriied gentry came from
every quarter From North and South
and East and West they pressed with
eager haste to bow before the shrine,
and as they filed into the spacious halls
of the heightened Club, the breasts of
the immaculate, but ragged, patriots
heaved with emotion as the soothing
music of the flying cork fell upon their
ears For many weary months they
mad wandered without drink The
clink of the glasses had been silent ever
since the President for day" had
moved among them in the Gramercy
mansion on the evening of the election,
and with beaming countenance had said
to them as they rinsed their goblets or
"coppered on the ace y" Bless you,
my children" No feast like this since
Belshazzar died
The great exponent of the purity of
the ballot, John IT, Hoffman, was there,
and Augustus Schell, and Sunset Cox,
and August Belmont and Beebe, the
wonderful Congressional acrobat and
gymnast. The gentleman with the APP
propriate name, Tarbox, from Massa-
chusetts, lent mingled dignity and dir
tiness to the assemblage, while Hewitt,
of New York, and Barnum, of Connec-
ticut, wept in unison over the preva-
lence of corruption and "the purchase
of mules" Hester Clymer, of Penn
sylvania, and Joel Parker, of New Jer-
sey, chatted together in all the inno-
cence of their hearts and with the air
of those to whom Jersey lightning"
was totally unknown, and David Dud-
lev Field told again how, in anxiety of
spirit, he waited for the morning light
to see eff the flag was still there"
Dorsheimer flung again to the breeze
"the banner of political integrity"
while the Christian statesman from
Maryland, he whose countenance alone
would be a sufficient passport into the
kingdom, turned out the palms of his
hands and, like Oily Cannon, rolled
his pious eyes heavenward Only two
circumstances marred the harmony of
the occasion. John Morrissey was alb
sent and Cronin's nose was no where
to be seen. The latter CIRCUMSTANCE
had been such PROMINENT FEATURE
in the political history of the country
during the past few months that it was
thought well, perhaps, to allow it to
shed its benignant light for a while,
at least, in comparative tranquility
"where rolls the Oregon" There is
authority for saying that it was not
invited. But Notwithstanding the all
sence of these two distinguished men,
bers of the Democratic party, the rooms
in which the guests assembled con-
tanned an array of statesmen-the en-
bodiment of purity and virtue and dis
interested patriotism,-such as perhaps
had not appeared together since the
great day of the ST. Louis Conven-
ton. There stood Tilden and Hen
bricks, the Democratic "hard' and
the Democratic "soft There were ex-
Mayor Wickham and Nephew Pelton.
There, with eyes reverentially fixed on
Tilden, appeared the chivalrous and
high-souled Ben Wood. There was
Randolph, Of New Jersey, the cham
pion exaggerator of the age And
there Pinkney Whyte, ignorant indeed,
or negligent of the art of adapting his
style and manners to the capacity and
taste of the vulgar rabble," but in apt
ness at wire-pulling" and fertility of
resources for defeating the popular will
superior to every manipulation, ancient
or modern.
We have not space for detailed ac-
count of the feast, so we leave the
numerous participants happy in having
had their wall, and bearing about with
them, in swollen heads and bleared eyes
the evidences of the good time they had
together and as pleasant subjects upon
which to dwell until Manhattan shall
again send forth her gilt-edged cards.