The Columbia herald. [volume] (Columbia, Tenn.) 18??-1935, 1884-10-03
The TriumpIlaI Progress.
Now York Graphic,

Now York Graphic,
Mr.. Blaine's progress is certainly
triumphal; but there's is a simplicity
connected with it which shows that
not only the populace but the individ-
ual will be hesfd.
We are quIfS overcome by this. 1t
is not only gratifying but pathetic. At
one station there appears a smiling
Irishman, and he. says, eco it, Jimo
mic !" az theaSme time that he swings
| his diminutfE hat with the usual pipe
in the band o. il. AT another station
there appears the homely but truly in
| telligent agriSIlturist, who has come
twenty miles fhpugh taS blacklist of
rain win anns1Iiost mn i,It
a tattered ara Joyest ebb r,1shirr tba
hat back from e$e,,the e features he
, cries out, .'kewhs:E pcoherently,
This is goot for corn =! Then climbs
upon the Platform, y~ftls slow move
tnent aII,fN- apacious bowel, the
thoughtful German, pipe between his
lips and smiles covering his fat cheeks
as steam duilpling, aud says he, $50
helICp me Gracious! ,ias Vas mine
lager, unit mine lase, uut mine wants
lies, unt everyinlgs. - And then the
universal FTo! hiugmap, lean from |
hard work and small wages, but with |
Drumming eyes and he remarks, as he |
shakes the Candidates right hand, |
"James, my hopes are all i'll you :" |
while sundry workingwomen stand at |
distance and swing their sun-bon>
nets, and the more general populace
makes the welkin ring with cheers.
These little incidents of the average |
triumphal progress are very seductive.
Perhaps they do not convince, but they
please. We recall the same triumphal
progress of Gen. ScOtt--perhaps the
most gratifying of any Of the triumph.
al progresses. De was always finding
Just the kind +Of men he wanted to
meat, was that genial old gentleman.
"Why, here, OLD felloww he exclaimed
at Peekskill, sil Cling out an admirer
who had lost All arm in \ steel trap,
"Did you not fight with me at
CherubuscO? We're We. not together
at Monterey? God bless you, my dear
old veteran! tt dGeshn6 good to see
you" At Chatham Four Corners the
General WAS quite overcome by gen.
tlcman who enthusiastically danced a
jig on the platform Whit awaited
him. Surely" he said, extending
his hand, 81 am not mistaken as to
the nationality of my joYial friend. L
|
broad Irish brOgan as well. Go right
on with the exercises, my bOy.n At
CoXSackie the General was invited to
participate in lager at the somewhat
hour of four o'clock in
the morning. He had plunged him
self into his pantnlOOns i'll some haste,
and he remarked pleasantly as he
from his ear casually button
ing the same. This is the first time
/ was ever caught with my suspenders
i'll a state of laNity!" sentence that
history preserves. Then he turned to
the gentleman who had suggested the
beverage and said impTessively &: "My
noble friend, while admire the bev-
erage you merstTfn fregret to say that
! cannot accom-. esSny portion of it
ut t+Ss in@ment,$ 4 beg ,x9II to be-
LieYc th".Jl ina n.y. aess. ioniness
for the sweet Gerr) - &ccsIt." And
so the Generals iriuniphal progress
of most pleasing significance |
falling upon it with the plentifulness
Of the evening dews.
Then there was the triumphal pro-
5ress of the gallant young Pathfinder.
He was not only gallant but sensible.
He made very good little speeches, !
taking the usual care to say nothing !
md being coached by his managers
with unusual skill. He was pretty, !
md the women especially showed in
very possible way that they loved
lim. There is nothing in political 9
history that is more romantic and '
more truly beautiful than that tri-
Imphal progress. is very singular '
hat the hero of it should not be one $
If The heroes of the present one. I
1t seems very strange that Gen.
Scott and Gen. Fremont should have q
been defeated, and the more so when Q
me recalls the fact shat their Oppo~ !
lents remained quietly at home and !
.ttended strictly to business thrOughH Ii
nut those memorable campaigns. r