WAYSIDE MUSINGS.

Dunstan Times, Issue 745, 28 July 1876, Page 3

WAYSIDE MUSINGS.

Look here, old fellow! did you remark tbe dreariness and apathetic indifference displayed at the late Mayoral election, the proceedings closing with a speech from His Worship the reelected, which was in melancholy keeping with tbe occasion 1 But after all what cou'd the poor man say more than he uttered, and little encouragement was offered even to say as mud), as a moderate sized Bandana, out of his own shop, could have formed a temporary verandah for those who stood around him. Ah! times are changed my boy! But this flatness is depressing : only a few short years since, and how different the scene ! Methinks I still can hear the animated shouts of the contending parties ; their gestures are visible, and their flushed countenances are to be seen—l mean at the first election, when France and England fought so keenly for the honor of tbe first civic chair—money flowed freely, liquor ran thirstily, and all worked enthusiastically. Bets were made, and the names of Fitch and Feraud were bandied to and fro, tossed hither and thither, like dead loaves whirling aloft before a blustering autumnal gale : and when the battle was o’er, but with the growlings of the tempest stiil lingering around the knitted brows of the conquered, can I not still hear my John Bull friend, of pleasant rotundity exclaim, “ Beaten, Sir! Did you ever hear of such a tiling as an Englishman beaten by a Frenchman, and on his own ground too 1”