"May my
tongue never prove a traitor!" cried the orator. Mr. PUNCHINELLO hastens
to reassure him. The tongue is well enough, and is likely to be. It's
something a little higher up that is likely to give out.
If the applause of the brave men before him was what Mr. DOUGHERTY
wanted, (besides his dinner,) then of applause he got the Stomach under
his Bosom full. The speech was received, according to the reporters,
with a roaring which has not been equalled since the Lions in the Den
roared at the other DANIEL, until they found that the good man was
neither to be roared or sneezed at with impunity. The cheering was
"tremendous." The cheering was "terrific." The cheering was "prolonged."
And there stood "the Bosom not confined to any locality," but just then
swelling, and expanding, and dilating--shall we for once be fine, and
say like an Ocean Billow? Voices which shouted at Gettysburg now hailed
Mr. DANIEL DOUGHERTY as a Conquering Hero--the conqueror of their cars!
Once in a while there was "great laughter" when Mr. D.D. hadn't said any
thing specially funny--that is, if Mr. PUNCHINELLO is a judge of fun;
and if he isn't, who in all the world is? There are two kinds of
laughter--the laughing at and the laughing with; and we have known
"tremendous" and even "vociferous" applause to be very suspicious.
It must be a source of calm satisfaction to General GRANT to know that
he is considered the "great and glorious GRANT" by Mr.
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