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Text for Page 023 [10-03-1860]

�World� Office by midnight, and there wrote
for an hour and more.         Here�s some of it,
badly-done enough, heaven knows!

[newspaper clipping: first column]
  At twenty minutes past 8 o�clock the procession
turned the corner of Eighth street into Broadway.  Here
the concourse was unusually dense, had been so in-
deed for the preceding hour and a half, especially 
on the adjoining block, in the vicinity of the repub-
lican head-quarters and the New-York hotel.  An
occurrence, still fresh in the minds of Now-Yorkers.
had excited an indefinite though general apprehen-
sion that some demonstration hostile to the political
objects of the procession might be attempted causing
reprisals on the part of the wide-awakes; hence from
an early hour the street in front of the hotel, and its
corner on Waverly place, was crowded.  The build-
ing itself presented simply its ordinary appearance;
its large empty balcony only distinguishing it from
the neighboring tenements, in which every window,
housetop, and �coign of vantage� had its occu-
pants, in the shape of eager spectators.  The entry
of the hotel was thronged by its occupants and out-
siders, some expressing the warmest of political 
sentiments in opposition to the republicans; but
nothing further indicative of a disturbance could be
apprehended.  Three policemen were more than suf-
ficient to preserve order.
  As the torches of the wide-awakes began to move
down Broadway, the scene was striking and even
magnificent.  Some of the delegations marched eight
abreast, others in larger numbers.  Some turned the 
Eighth street corner in military style, others per-
forming that peculiar serpentine movement de-
nominated, probably in honor of the republican
candidate, the �rail-fence� one, which had a 
very picturesque effect, especially when viewed
from above.  With the bands playing, the
populace cheering and clapping their hands, the
line of torches continually increasing, lighting up

[newspaper clipping: second column]
the fronts of the houses, the huge pendant banners,
and suffusing the trees and quiet night overhead in a
crowd of luminous vapor, anything more effective
could scarcely be imagined.  It was however, a sub-
ject of general remark that gaps and intervals oc-
curred in the line of march, damaging its picturesque-
ness and continuity.  There were breaks in it and
pauses, some of fifteen and twenty minutes long, per-
haps unavoidable in the outset of so extensive a pro-
cession, and certainly of lesser occurrence towards
the latter part of the celebration.
  While passing the New-York hotel, occassional
hisses and derisive cries arose from the wide awakes,
mixed with occasional exclamations of �nigger-
stealers,� �traitors,� &c., most of them originating
from a knot of a dozen or so of spectators of no very
reputable appearance in front of the pavement.
These were responded to by cheers, laughter and
clapping of hands on the part of the republicans,
and sometimes the contest, confined to these demon-
strations assumed amusing proportions.  Generally the
opposition confined themselves to hissings, mingled
with an occasional demand for a cheer for Douglas
or Bell and Everett, which were answered by hur-
rahs for the republican candidates.  In only one
instance was the peace broken.  A so-styled �union�
man, who had been prominent in his objurgations of
the wide-awakes, presently insulted and struck one
of them.  The assailant was instantly arrested by
the officers and conveyed to the Fifteen ward station
  Steadily, and, in time, continuously, the proces-
sion defiled down Broadway; seen from the house-
tops, it resembled a fiery serpent.  The enthusiasm
excited by it, was however, only fitful and occa-

[Gunn�s diary continued]
  Sweetsir, Croly and all the reporters were busy
enough and, as I sat in the editorial room, with
coat off and loose-necked, I saw occasionally
Richard Grant White stalking meditatively up
and down.      Up-town by 6th avenue omnibus.               
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