The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1888-06-28

When November finally brought the calam-
itous defeat of Van Buren,. there was ire
mendous enthusiasm all over the country,
and it broke forth in songs as usual. This
seems to have been one of the most popular
of them:
Who killed small Matty2
We, says Tippecanoe,
/, and Tyler, too,
We killed small Matty.
Who saw him die? o,
i, says Ohio,
With my big Buckeye, o.
saw him die.
Who made the shroud?
1, says Delaware,
made it with greatcare.
made the shroud.
Who dug the graye3
/, says sturdy Maine.
And would do it, too, again.
dug his grave
Maine was no whit behind her sister States
in her enthusiasm or her poetry. The Wings
Of Hallowell held grand meeting in their
Log Cabin, and Poet Chamberlain sung.
amid tremendous applause to the tune of the
'Hurrah Song" a song, of which these are
some Of the verses. Astounding In hits on the
leading Maine Democrats:
Now let the flag of freedom lily,
Hurrahi Hurrah Hurrahi
And wave in triumph to the sky
Hurrahl Hurrah Hurrahi
vanquished all the Tory powers,
We've met the foe and they are ours,
Hurrah! Hurrahi Hurrah! Hurrahl
Hurrahi Hurrahi Hurrahl
The office-holders we have beat.
And rowed John Fairfield up Salt Creek;
We've swallowed Hamlin at sup,
And Albert Smith is quite used up.
The State Of Maine we've clearly swept.
o. X. now means Old Kennebec;
Old Cumberland proy'd herself true
And Somerset and Lincoln, too
How are the mighty fallen low,
And smitten by the poor mans blow;
At Log Cabins no more they'll sneer,
But learn Log Cabin men to fear
Like swarms of locusts, Egypt's curse,
This swarm Of locos came on us;
They ate up all the public store,
And wistfully looked round for more.
Now. all the locos in the State
To Horribly soon must emigrate;
And each one bear monstrous pack,
Like Bunyan's Pilgrim, on his back.
And Johnny Fairfield, If he live,
Shall be their representative;
While johnson he shall be town clerk,
And Hill do all the dirty work.
While Bancroft he shall preach to them,
Hamlin and Smith be selectmen,
While Gorham Parks shall be hog reeve,
And Price be set to catch each thief
Most of the men referred to in that song
are now dead. Hannibal Hamlin, after
political career as honorable as it has been
full Of vicissitudes, yet lives. Fairfeld's
wounded feelings were salyed by consider
able vote which his friends gave him for
Vice President in the next National Demo-
cratic Convention. To the Democratic Leg
islature, which went out before the victors
Of 1910, the Wing rhymsters paid their re-
spects, in the shape of poem purporting to
be the dying speech of the Loco members
of the Legislature" These were some Of its
lines:
Come all We Locos, far and wide,
From Kittery Point to Schoodic Tide;
From where Atlantic surges spread,
To Madawaska's highest head;
And listen to the doleful story
OF our defeat and waning glory.
There's Speaker Hamlin, lost in wonder,
At Old Penobscot's mighty thunder;
And, fallen from his high estate
Lies low, keeps dark, and damns his fate.
Equally famous with these songs and de- |
serving mention in this connection, is the |
phrase: Isaac Dyer and forty-two Others"
Hon. Isaac Dyer, of Baldwin, father of |
Isaac w. Dyer, Esq, who is well known in |
this city, was a prominent Democrat of those |
days. and was one Of the leaders of the |
Democratic bolt that gave Maine to the |
Wings. As Democrat after Democrat an
nounced himself for Harrison, the Wing |
papers printed their names. and they were |
called ''come-outers." The day Mr.. Dyer |
came out there were so many names that the /
Wing newspaper announced them as Isaac |
Dyer and forty-two Others" The Demo- |
Gratis seized on it eagerly, and the Democratic
Wugwumps of Maine in 1910 were spoken of |
as Isaac Dyer and forty-two others" from
one end Of the State to the other, and their |
fame even went abroad over the whole
country.