The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1882-10-11

would take keen eye to detect either
physical or mental decay in his make up.
They do say that his coat is padded with
800 greenbacks instead of cotton.
The candidate nominated, as you
already know, is Captain B. F. Howey, a
roof slate manufacturer from Warren
county. He is first-class man in every
respect, and has the honor of being the
only Republican Sheriff that Warren ever
had. He was a Captain in the war in
Berthond's regiment, and will not be for.
gotten by the soldiers who fought through
that terrible struggle. He is a plain
square, practical man, just such one as
the people have been clamoring for these
many years. He is fair talker and con-
yersationalist, but no adept in the art OF
speech making-pre- eminently Zone of our
folks kind Of men. Now that we have
the kind of man that will fill the bill, off
Nth your coats and go to soork soiM wilI
and you will not only do him good turn
by electing him, that will rebound to the
advantage Of the 4th District, but at the
same time you can rebuke Harris and his
sycophants, who claim to be the very
embodiment and substance of Democracy
of "the original Jacob Townsend va
riety," and that all others are base and
spurious limitations. 1t really begins to
look as If the political millennium is APP
preaching, when politicians dare to do
right" 1t is confined to no party. 1 am
happy to say. The best Republicans In
New York State are preparing for the
obsequies of Mr.. Folger and Conkling &
Go. Over in our sister State, Pennsylva-
MIA, Mr.. Beaver is having hard time of
it, loaded down as he is with too much
Don Cameron. These men that have
OF our noble, lamenteu uarneId, are now
straining every nerve to have Arthur
nominated for the next Presidency, as
against Mr.. Blaine. They may as we'll
attempt to "bind the unicorn " with a
torn string. The Republican party,
ninety-nine e-hundredths, are anything
but Stalwarts, and have resolved to carry
their point next time, and all the Arthurs,
and Grants, and Conklings, and Cam
erons, with their $685. medals, will be
as but dust before the grand Republican
tempest that is already rising in all parts
of our grand and glorious United States
of America.
The weather now is charming--a sort
of Indian summer, Already tie forests
aud grand old woods are putting on their
Autumnal robes of beauty. remember
hearing William Gown say once "a gen.
tleman whom we all remember SO kindly
and welD that in Europe the trees had no
beauty, whatever, at the time of the
falling of their leaves, and that in Amer
lea only, could they be seen in their gor-
geous attire +; and remember reading not
long since, that an English nobleman paid
many thousands of dollars to an American
artist for painting that was but feeble
imitation of what we see in the perfection
of beauty every Autumn. Itseems some-
times Ito use figurative language as if
an unseen hand had raised for brief
time the windows of Heaven, to give us
glimpse of the glorious hereafter, whittier
we all are tending, where beauty is un-
fading, for the purpose of drawing us
from the allurements and vanities of this
present life, that have become, SO to
speak, part of our very existence.
The community has hardly yet recover
ed from the shock of the death of Mr..
WEIGH He had passed in and out among
the people of Lambertvllle so many, many
years, that it really seems as if we some
how must meet his familiar face in his
walks to and from the depot, about train
time. Such indeed is life. So will we
all drop silently away, one by one, as do
the petals Of the rose. HAPPY it will be if
we shall all bloom again in immortal life
beyond. / trust and believe that sooner
or later we WILL AMINIDAB.