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themselves under the Harrison banner!
The tomahawk was then buried; after which the string of the latch was pushed out, and the Harbor-Creekers were ushered into the Cabin, where they pledged their support to Harrison in a bumper of good old hard cider.
The great joker of that election, as of every other since, was
Mr. Prentice, of the Louisville Journal, the wittiest of editors, living or dead.
Many of his good things appear in the
Log Cabin, but most of them allude to men and events that have been forgotten, and the point of the joke is lost.
The following are three of the
Log Cabin jokes; they sparkled in 1840, flat as they may seem now:—
The Globe says that “ there are but two parties in the country, the poor man's party and the rich man's party,” and that “ Mr. Van Puren is the friend of the former.”
The President is certainly in favor of strengthening the poor man's party, numerically! He goes for impoverishing the whole country—except the office-holders.
What do the locofocos expect by vilifying the Log Cabin?
Do they not know that a Log Cabin is all the better for being daubed with mud?
A whig passing through the streets of Boston a few mornings ago, espied a custom-house officer gazing ruefully at a bulletin displaying the latest news of the Maine election.
‘Ah! Mr.——taking your bitters this morning, I see.’
The way the loco scratched gravel was a pattern for sub-treasurers.
One specimen paragraph from the department of political news will suffice to show the
frenzy of those who wrote for it. A letter-writer at
Utica, describing a “mass meeting” in that city, bursts upon his readers in this style:
This has been the proudest, brightest day of my life!
Never—no, never, have I before seen the people in their majesty!
Never were the foundations of popular sentiment so broken up!
The scene from early dawn to sunset, has been one of continued, increasing, bewildering enthusiasm.
The hearts of twenty-five thousand Freemen have been overflowing with gratitude, and gladness, and joy. It has been a day of jubilee—an era of deliverance for Central New York!
The people in waves have poured in from the valleys and rushed down from the mountains.
The city has been vocal with eloquence, with music, and with acclamations.
Demonstrations of strength, and emblems of victory, and harbingers of prosperity are all around us, cheering and animating, and assuring a people who are finally and effectually aroused.
I will not now attempt to describe the procession of the people.
Suffice it to say that
