Evening journal., 1890-06-26
A CAUDLE LECTURE.
cAuDLE FAILED TO SECURE EITHER
LOCAL OFFICE.

Ccqnetting for the other.
TWe are reliably informed that FIVE or
six lectures like the following were de-
Hzered when night had cast her sable
mantle down and pinned it with star,
20 pafaphrase the mad poet for the bene-
fit Of the mad asplrants to positions Of
henor and profit under the greas and
only Anthony
sAnd so you have condescended to
come home at last, have you, Caudlel
You old reprobatel You despicable anti
ouated, mole-eyed, knock kneed, ring
boned and spawned political plug
Where have you been. anyway What's
that you say Caudle2 You haven't t been
mnywhereY Well, that's strangei What
do you say, you old ghoulS You started
for some place and didn't get thereg
Well, that makes no difference to me and
the young Caudles No 1t doesn't make
q particle of difference. so don't you dare
TO say it does Here we have lived IN
solitude ever since Higgins was made
Senator. Caudle, do you know that
you left home the night OF the Senatorial
caucus st Dover last spring was a year
ago and that Is the last we have seen of
you since that timer Where have you
been2 Give an account of yourself Tell
leave poor wife and eight small chill
dren alone, ALL gll alone to the mercies
of heartless world running up bills at
ahe different groceries while the lord Of
the castle is out working on the fences
of the redoubtahie knight of the boodle2
What's that Caudlef You started for
the post-ofiice and didn't get there2 Oh,
50 you went out canyassing for your
post-ofiice boomg Well, in all probability
had you canvassed less and remained at
home with your dear wife and children
you might have Jared better What's
chat you say, Caudle2 Get the liniment
and battle Your swollen arm2 Did you
say you never felt so tired shaking hands
with people in all your life3 Well
Caudle, that is all your own fault !
Stewart didn't shake hands with but one
man, and he got there on that shake.
while you shook hands with every man IN
the city and few outside. aud didn't get
any nearer the city than Front and Union
streets. o, It's no use to tell me- Caudle
I know As the case stands now you
have all the signers, and Stewart has all
the Office. If the present ianitor wasn't
q nigger you might step into q berth
there, but even that chance Is denied
you, and you must take your seat upon
the mourner's bench with the rest of the
original George v Massey men.
No it isn't a lie, Caudle, and you know
e. You are simply a stool-pigeon for
Higgins A sort OF stepping stone to
the throne OF power to which he has as
eended Why, he thinks the empyrean
Is cellar to his elevation and man like
you the mere instrument Of his despotic
will Oh, Caudle Caudle, Caudle When
will. the scales drop from off your eyes and
allow You to see Higgins in his original
sizel He looks as big as a mountain to
all of you, and when you are betrayed he
appears larger than ever In your eyes
No, 1t isn't magnifed lie, Caudle, and
you well know It,
And so you ran as dark horse, did
your Well, Caudle, Higgins seems TO be
partial to dark horses, but he doesn't
want any Of the kicking breed, What's
that you say2 You didn't kick--you
always stood by Hieginsf Why, Caudle,
didn't you have two congratulatory ad-
dresses written out last spring Just
before the Senatorial caucus one Of them
beginning my Dear Anthony" and
the other beginning 'My Dear George
", and didn't you stay up night after
night committing them Ia order that you
might have something upon which TO
fall, no matter upon which side Of the
fence the Senatorial toga was thrown
By Smithers2 You're a pretty looking
dark borse, you are. You're one of these
dark horses you see every time you see
zsd-headed girl.
What's that you say, Caudle2 You
didn't want IL anyhow, but your friends
insisted upon pushing you forward for
the position against your will, as they
saw in you the only man in Wilmington
who possessed that peculiar fitness for
the position that Uncle Sam desired In
his servants, Well, Caudle. they must
certainly have been looking for stupidity
and gullibility. / well remember the day
your friends came out here to the house
with a yoke Of milk-white oxen with
gilded horns, and double supply Of
pushers with gilded promises, who
hailed you la the name Of the Sun Of
Washington. and Ia the name OF the
populii demanded that you accept the
position. as no other man Ia Wilmington
had the prerequisites Well do re-
member how they hauled you, in spite Of
your protestations, into the presence Of
the Magnetic Joss / can imagine you
going into the sacred temple Of st.
Anthony, led by the hand Of High Priest
Dan Stewart Well do emember how
reluctantly you paced over the marble
floor to the throne Of the light OF the
e@rth how the High Priest Of the Holy
Temple Of St. Anthony cast his arm,
around your neck in the presence Of the
most high, and cried out in loud voice
Behold the valiant warrior, who hal
come for his just reward. at the hand O
our sublime sovereign, who never or
gets friend nor forgives foe.
And behold As be gave voice to thi
proclamation, he fastened a card upol
your back bearing this inscription: I'D,
not appoint him, Joss, for Gods sake
He was an original George " Masse,
mani He then turned your back to thl
light of the Orient, and with smilin
face let cut your life blood upon th
altar of your own credulitY, while th
temple dogs OF the Fourth ward lappe
the crimson drops from the sacred hoC
as they dripped, dripped, dripped frol
the sacri6cisl stone and the high prie:
gloated DER your political corpse, al
smiled a sardonic smile that could
heard all over the city. No. it isn't q
inflated lie, Caudle, and you know III
you don't believe me ask some of Il
other victims who worshipped at Il
same shrine. Ask Stone and Conra,
Eeaston and Bach Hear the wall
agony coming up from Willo
Grove, in Kent county. where
Colby Smith. the would. be-marshs
Is swearing oaths of vengeance unto hir
self and his seed for all time to com