New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1878-09-17
FAMILY PARTY, OR PUBLIC HOUSE.


They Will settle the question at Worcester
to-day what sort of a house the Massachusetts,
Democracy are going to keep this year. 1t
has been under discussion for a considerable
time, and various manlfestoes and circulars,
prOclamatiOns and prOclamatlons have
been issued regarding it, and tie con-
troversy has gone to that length that Mr..
Butler, the eminent criminal lawyer, has
felt called upon to invite himself into
the case and give an opinion. OF this feature
of the matter it may be said that the calmness
with which he invited himself in, and the i'm
perturbability with which he reeled off the
law and volunteered to see fair play, have ex-
cited the astOnishment of the disputants and
awakened the hilarity of the spectators. 1t
seems that various parties who have been ram
"paging round in a very loose and disjointed
manner for the past year or two are disposed
to burst into the Democratic family and
get up dance. Mr.. Buffers noble form has
been recognized among the boys" not least
but honored of them all-indeed, it Is for his
benefit that they propose to get up the dance
and the hOrny-handed Kearney is known to
be passing a contribution box on the fringe Of
the crowd, meantime shaking his fist at the
ocratic household has had the sweet sat
isfactiOn in previous yeaIs of sitting calmly
by and looking on while Mr.. Butler made
similar demonstrations toward the opposition.
They have seen the Republican family undergo
the cold shiver that heralds Mr.. Buffers
approach and tremble with terror at his
woOing, and been profoundly amused. There
IS no misfortune or calamity that the average
landlord can bear with more philOsOphic
equanimity than an attack by roysterers on
the tavern across the way. While Mr.. Butler
was prancing round Republican conventions,
arousing the anger of Judge Hoar and fright
ening Boston out of its prOpriety, the DemOc
racy was calm, and contemplated the bObbery
with serenity. Mr.. Butler is now trying to
get into the house across the way. And it
has ceased TO be funny, except as viewed
from the Republican windows opposite.
When it became known that Mr.. Butler
was really about to cross over with his picnic,
the Democratic State Committee began imme-
diately to close the doors which had been for
years and years, not merely ajar, but wide
open, and to protest that every room in the
house was full, and they couldn't posi-
bly, take in another man. Through the
Ter: "You mast go away from here; we're not
excepting that kind of house now. This
dis only a quiet, respectable family, and we
"don't want to be disturbed. 1t isn't a
tavern at all" But Mr.. Butler and his COM
panions kept up their racket and insisted
that it was not only a public house, but the
very worst kind of a public house, and that
the doors must be opened, or half a million,
more or less, of down-trOdden victims of the
Tyranny of capital would know the reason why.
Then Judge Abbott came to the window with
nightcap on, as if responding to a serenade, and
remarked to Mr.. Butler that it was very late !;
that this was not brOthel that the family
were trying to get little sleep, and that the
inmates of the house would thank Mr.. Butler
and his noble band if they would go and make
their noise where they got their rum. Judge
AbbOtt's remarks being construed as unsympa-
thetic and possibly unkind, Mr.. Butler flung
up at him some whitening historical facts
with decayed turnip just as he shut the
window Then General Whitney appeared at
another window, also in a nightcap. and
said it was a shame and an outrage that
respectable house, where such a man as
Charles Francis Adams had only recently been
guest, should be raided in this manner by
disreputable gang of Communists Social
lists and loafers. He said it was no such
house as they took it to be, and if it ever had
been, the connection of Mr.. Adams with it
had changed its character. and he added that
they were all very sleepy and wanted Mr.
Butler to go away if he didn't, they should
call the police. And when he shut down his
window Mr. Butler chuckled and said, Boys,
"we'ye got 'em scared"
Meantime inside the house there are differ