Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1884-09-18
Superlatively Grand.

One of those gorgeous, soul-stirring
events that only occur once or twice
during the rise and fall of generation;
one of those occasions calculated to fan
into new life the sinking flame of patri-
otism; less poetically, but none the less
truthfully, one of those times 1--WE e'read
about" occurred on the streets of our
beautiful city last Friday night.
Our scribe in his diurnal revolutions
had noticed something out of the usual
| tenor in the demeanor of the wise men
of the tribe of Guano Jim and antici-
pated an outbreak, but he did not real
ize that the event was so close at hand,
nor that it would be so colossal in its
magnitude. He did not expect that the
most vivid conception of his poetic i'm
aginatiOn was destined to be so over
whelmingly eclipsed by the brilliancy
of this gigantic outburst. But such is
life on this terrestrial ball. Disappoint-
ment is the lot of man, and our scribe
is of the male persuasion of the genus
homo.
AT an appointed hour the band as
sembled in front of Hancock's saloon
and played "Nearer My God to Thee"
AS the sounds of this beautiful strain
were waited forth on the wings of the
night, the hosts of the Blaine faith be-
gan to gather about and arrange them
selves for exhibition to the populace,
first, those who were ardent spirited,
then the luEe-warm, and last but by no
means least, in number, the children
of the faithful caught up the spirit of
the occasion, and, seizing the armor of
the Republican knights and an oppor-
tunity to make themselves conspicuous
they wheeled into line. The whole
number of the host was thirty-seven,
of these eleven were full fieged men,
of the eleven three were eX-cenvicts of
that benificent institution, the Ohio
Penitentiary. AT the word march"
the dazzling procession moved off.
They marched to the South side of the
river, strewed few wilted posies at the
foot of their pole over there and march
ed back to the place of starting, where
they were commanded to disperse.
The presiding functionary of the
festivities then assembled the court house
steps, stretched forth his hand and in
deep. solemn, awful voice command
ed the zephyrs to cease their moaning
at least the scribe supposed the order
was directed to the winds, for there was
nothing else there. When the last
breezelet had whipped itself round the
corner and rolled off into illimitable
space, he proceeded to introduce the
orator of the evening-D. X. Bowker,
Esq, of Liberty Center. Davy wad-
died to the speakers desk, and, after
recitng brief biography of himself,
his rise and fall in the Democratic par
ty, and assuring his only auditor that
he, Bowker, was o natural born orator,
he lunged into the tariff issue like a
hungry hog into a watermelon patch.
For an hour and half he shook his
ponderous fists in a menacing manner
at the twinkling stars, and fed volumes
of nonsensical balderdash to the sigh
ing night breezes and our scribe who
was the only man having q constitu-
tion strong enough to endure the whole
dose, and even to him it was hazardous
for by the time the last course was
taken in his lower intestines were play
ing leap-frog with his stomach, and,
but for the timely and copious applica-