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(\) { f i. focal Iptntilltnjs. '-T IX. THE ELECTION. The Election, because there is no other which causes so great a stir among us, save when it is our high m honour and privilege to help to raise up or cast down a Member of Parliament. The glory of that distinc- tion being lost to us all for a time, and passed away from some for ever, we must needs prepare to bestow lesser honours, but with no depreciation in our high sense of importance. Why should there be ? Is not the man who hath a vote superior to him who wants one, and hath it not? There have been times in some men's lives when they yearned more for their names to be written on a slip of paper by an elector than for gold, yea, more than for fine gold; and this is proved by the alacrity with which paper is converted into specie at these momentous periods. Breathes there a man with soul so indifferent to his brother's fate as never to have known instances of benevolence mani- fested at Election times, more extraordinary far than the most wonderful of the wonderfully strange freaks of nature which spring from the fertile brain of an expert paragraphist ? What hearts to feel for dis- tresses, what regard for the poor, what golden balm for the afflicted, what consolations for the mourner are shown then! The world seems to have got kinder and more charitable, and we begin to think that men of flint are wicked creations of story books, and are known therein alone. Pride of rank, or the still ranker pride of wealth, are thrown aside, like the grand robe of a mighty wearer. The seedtime has ast, and the harvest is coine. My Lord will shake hands, with the most touching affability, with the yeoman or labourer (the burgess or freeman yeoman or labourer), and converse with him on the size of his turnips, the state of his pigs, or the merits of his horses, till the good man loses himself in the halo of honour which is spread around his head. If any man possessed of a vote, but given to bemoaning his fate, should cast his eye over this, let him know that on one day in the year at least he is able to confer upon the State some service, and those who compose the State will know it. But, alack! how this one day alters the complexion of affairs! Many a bright picture is changed into a wretched daub, and metamor. phosed by the close of a poll, even as the spirits from other regions vanish at the first approach of daylight. A fair revenue of promises is devoured by a blight— My Lord returns to his state, and the grand 0 robe glistens once more in the sunshine. How our feel- ings have changed when we ask for a favour and when we have obtained it! Tis a beautiful world, and the distinguishing virtue of mankind is-Grati. tude. 0 0 The sage reader will infer that the still more sage writer has forgotten his task, and fallen to rambling. The sage reader is for once lamentably mistaken. Every great performance must be heralded by an ingenious design, and if in these presents it has been thought proper to talk big and clash the loud gong, authorities may be quoted in justification. The Greek tragedy would have been nothing without the chorus, and that source of misery to schoolboys, Æs- chylus, would have been lost to know how to mar- shal his respectable forees. Even our own well-bred ancestors refused to enjoy a play which was not gen- teelly introduced by a prologue, and gracefully termi. nated by au epilogue. Shall a man be wiser than his fathers F Their peaceful remains forbid Not that it is intended for the spirit of our prologue to be practically applied to The Election. No. Surely in that was to be found purity, if in few things else. p n Its characteristic was—the absence of INFLUENCES, except, perhaps, those of patriotism, and love of country. Every benignant burgess, as he rose from his slumbers on Monday morning, and turned his in- telligent face towards the leaden sky, revolved in his acute mind the recondite question, How can I this day best do my duty ? For I owe a duty to my country (here a streak of profound serenity would steal over the good man's face) and—to those around me. And then he would think on all the stories he had ever read of men who had suffered death, or even loss of fortune, rather than change their opinions -in theology of Cranmer, who never swerved or in CIY politics of Pitt or Peel, who were ever the same and unchangeable. Then there were histories he could call to mind of men rigid and inflexible, who would not give a Vote against their consciences though Empe- rors and the Powers commanded them. Of men who suffered hunger rather than loss of self-respect, and who consequently kept it. Of men who never told either their sentiments or love (of candidates) till the last, and heard what each had to say, but relinquished their independency to none, until good grounds were shown why they should do so. Pondering all this over, the thinker stood immoveable and determined upon his course of action. No thought of home or beatoty, but only for the right. And with this high resolve the patriot would descend to his wife and to his muffins, with not a ruffle on his serene and placid brow, prepared for what the fates might send. Pre- pared for the first visit from sleek and oily canvassers who begged as a prodigious and everlasting favour for his esteemed vote and interest on behalf of the Emancipa. tor of the People and Invincible Defender of their Inalienable Rights. (Extract from chief canvasser's speech.) Our patriot's vote they solicited not so much for its own value, as for the influence it would have with others, "lor you, Sir," said these wily men, are as a tower of strength and a watch-fire to the people." Prepared, also, for the hearty shakes of the hand from cheerful candidates whom he met in the streets, and who begged him to consider yonder well-stuffed carriage quite at his disposal. Not unprepared either for the noisy demonstratioms of the Anti-Rates- and-Taxes candidate, the Promise-all-things candi- date, or the' Tum-me-out-if-I-don't-suit-you candi. date. Quite unprepared, however, for the generally used-up appearance of many of his fellow-burgesses when they reached the Temple, and for the necessity of their receiving some support to enable them to record their votes. If there was one thing which would strike his honest heart more forcibly than auother, it would be the entire absence of Refresh- ments. The voters came up thirsty and fatigued to their posts, but no repast was prepared for them. No beer even to be obtained, tlis Emancipator of the People -and his brother candidates being resolved not to descend from the high moral stilts on which they had placed themselves that day. Perfect freedom of opinion and immaculate purity of election-these were the principles they espoused, and on which alone they would consent to be elected. And although the Committees sat at public houses, the landlords must have lost rather than gained by their society, for no liquid save pure water was suffered to be ordered. It is true that one or two burgesses were seen who had forgotten the system on which the feat of walking straight is accomplished, and oscillated in their movements considerably; but this' was attributable solely to their fervent anxiety to serve their country welL It is an effect of excitement often manifested, and should occasion no surprise. What a strange mob is that huddled in front and jotouAd the building sacred this day to the people! They are ready to cheer on the smallest possible pre- tence. They seem loaded with hurrabs to the lips, and are miserable till they let them off. An old gen- tleiran, with a green umbrella, quiet and inoffensive enough both, is seen going up the steps, and forthwith a cheer is levelled at him, and the mind of the mob— people, to speak more reverently-is at ease. A vehicle drives up full of voters, some of them, if all the truth must be told, looking singularly agitated and warm. Mighty is the cheer which greets this illustrious arrival, mighty as that which will be bestowed some day on our brave General Havelock, who is, on perhaps this very day, fighting gallantly for our poor countrywomen in a foreign land. Mob subsides again till one of the candidates (the Emanci- pator) looms in the distance, and advances blandly. The shouts which greet him prove that the age is not yet so depraved as to treat the advanced guard of mankind with neglect. The Emancipator is sure to be returned, one would think, if only to his wife and family. Once more the people place their hands in their pockets, and look out for some one or something else to cheer. Candidates meanwhile canvassing with all their hearts and souls. Candidates waiting at cor- ners to catch the unwaiy, and affectionately watching the phases of those distresses which the exertions of voting are found to produce. While so engaged an Individual is seen to approach, and make for the square box in which the gentlemen who record the votes are placed. Candidate on the look out observes Individual, and ruus a muck at him in the usual manner. Course of election thus :-Candidates and Com- mittees canvassing, mob cheers the policeman when he sticks up the state of the poll, voters get more and more flurried. Stout burgesses hurried up the steps by active candidates, and while their names are being written down, rub their shiny and intellectual fore- heajs with pocket handkerchiefs. Canvassers come to vote, on their accounts, and looking very indepen- dent-those on the winning side. Mob cheers fat party as he drags himself up to give his vote. Eman- cipator greeted with a shout, "Go it, old buster." Old buster" acknowledges the salute, and returns thanks (inaudible). No burgesses to be seen near public-houses, and none dreaming of asking for beer. Population continues to drink nothing but water. Losing candidates look "soapy" and un- comfortable. So on till four o'clock, when this momentous conflict is over, and voters may have as much beer as they like-to pay for. Successful Can- didates jubilant, and don't know voters. Unsuccessful ditto melancholy, and also don't know voters. 'Tis a beautiful world, and the distinguishing virtue of man- kind is-Gratitude. How many vote.s were overcome by the struggle and excitement? asks tin successful candidate's domestic acquaintance. Why, that I cannot say, said he, But 'twas a glorious victory." Unsuccessful candidate retires to bed quietly by the back stairs. Mob disperses, cheering each other, for want of better objects. And the moral lessons of The Election are three, which the printer is par- ticularly requested to set forth in separate lines First,-When a man has a vote he will always use it according to his conscience (as the school books say) and not be influenced against it by persons or things. Second,-That when a candidate offers himself (in accordance with a numerous and respectably signed requisition, of course) hp. determines to stand on his own merits, and will not attempt to bias the minds of voters with anything, but particularly not with beer. Third,-That. honesty and consistency are qualities very generally to be found (more so than many suppose), especially among the classes included in the two previous conclusions. Fiually,-The distinguishing virtue of mankind is -GRA.TITUDE, Jl.

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