Year: 1871

On the 10th of june 1869, there was fine
frenzy in Boston. The great Jubilee was at
its hight The Star-Spangled Banner, the
cannon, the hig-drum, the hundred anviis, the
hundred fircmen, the ten thousand singers,
were all going OF at once, and $4,000 people
were crowded together in and around the
Sacred Shed on the Back Bay. just at the
climax of the festival lane was made through
the crowd and up to the seats of honor in
the center of the Coliseum marched sturdy
impasSive little man Of modest demcanOr, u
quiet elderly gentleman, and behind them a
large and very showy person in brilliant
naval uniform. The band struck up "See the
"Conquering Hero Comes" whereat the sea-
faring person, if he did not actually blush,
seemed at any rate very much pleased. The
little man was the President of the United
States. The elderly gentleman was our gallant
old Admiral, David g. Fauagut. The third
man, who outshone the others and monopolized
the attention of the multitude, was James
Fisk, jr., Commander-in-C Chief of the Fall
River steamboat line


That was a glorious day for Admiral Fisk
and he has never forgotten it. To be looked
at by eighty thousand people, to be construct
lively apOstrophizcd as Il conquering Hero by
the biggest band of music ever got together
in America, to be allowed for once in his life
to sit down in decent company, to form part
of that celebrated show which for months
threw al New-England into turmoil, and
above all TO have made it appear that he was the
object OF that official recognition which the
Governor and the city authorities intended for
guests of very different character-all this
made in Fisk's life chapter whose dazzling
and corusCating splendOrs have haunted him
ever since What wonder is it, therefore, that
as June comes around again, frelghted with
its patriotic festivals and glorious with memo
rles so dear TO Boston as Prescott, Putnam, Pat
rick Gilmore, and Jubilee jim, Mr.. Fisk should
propose to celebrate the anniversaries of the
dawn of freedom on Bunker Hill and the
apOtheosis of Fisk at the Coliseum, by getting
up repetition of the pageant Of 1869 as nearly
as circumstances will allowf In point of fact,
he has requested the Mayor and Common
Council of Boston to "do it some more" We
have already alluded to the notifying fact
that Col. Fisk's Overtures are not taken in good
part. In his anxiety for public reception, he
has consented to meet the City Government a
good deal more than half way. He has waived
the fOrmality of an invitation, and even offered,
if the city will give him a dinner to pay for
it himself, and be at all the trouble of making
the necessary arrangements, borrowing an idea
apparently from the business of the Grand
Opera House, where prima donnas buy their
own bouquets and have them passed up by
boy from the ox-Offce. Nevertheless the city,
as Mr.. Fisk himself would say, does not receive
him worth cent.


Colonel Fisk is not man to be abashed,
and it will crafty the good people of Boston
to know that in spite of all rebufls this prom
ising son of theirs, who went forth from
them few years ago on the top of a peddlers
wagon, is going back in glory at the head of
the Ninth Regment-unless between this time
and the middle of June the Federal Court,
which is trying to find out which of the prin-
cpal officers of the Erie Railway Company un-
derstands its affairs and knows where it's books
are kept, should examine Colonel Fisk and
find it necessary to shut him up in Lud-
lowest. Jail. Barring accidents of this kind,
we say the Conquering Hero will make his
triumphal entry into Boston about the 10th of
June, and if the. light of him does not fire
the ambition of some TremOnt-st haberdasher
or Safest. fnancier to steal a railroad then
there is no power in a great example, and no
virtue in gold lace.