We never speak as we pass by; No more we're bound by friendly tie. The cause of this is very plain-- He's not for me; he's for Jim Blaine._ As a sequel to the preceding verse, the following touching reminiscence may be read with interest by those familiar with what befell in the fall of 1884: _BAR HARBOR: A REMINISCENCE Upon the sandy, rock-ribb'd shore One year ago sat you and I, And heard the sullen breakers roar, And saw the stately ships go by; And wanton ocean breezes fanned Your cheeks into a ruddy glow, And I--I pressed your fevered hand-- One year ago. II The ocean rose, the mountains fell-- And those fair castles we had reared Were blighted by the breath of hell, And every prospect disappeared; Revenge incarnate overthrew And wrapped in eternal woe The mutual, pleasing hopes we knew One year ago! III I sit to-night in sorrow, and I watch the stately ships go by-- The hand I hold is not your hand-- Alas! 'tis but a ten-spot high! This is the hardest deal of all-- Oh! why should fate pursue me so, To mind me of that cruel fall-- One year ago!_ In the senatorial campaign at Springfield, in the winter of 1885, when General Logan's return to the Senate was threatened by a deadlock in the Legislature, in which the balance of power was held by three greenbackers, Field made ample amends for all his jibes and jeers over Logan's assaults on his mother-tongue. His "Sharps and Flats" column was a daily fusilade, or, rather, _feu de joie_, upon or at the expense of the Democrats and three legislators, by whose assistance they hoped to defeat and humiliate Logan. Congressman Morrison, he of horizontal fame, was the caucus choice of the Democrats. But as the struggle was prolonged from day to day, it was thought that someone with a barrel, or "soap," as it had been termed by General Arthur in a preceding campaign, was needed to bring the Greenbackers into camp. In the emergency, Judge Lambert Tree, since then our Minister to Belgium, was drafted into the service, and for several days it looked as if the Democrats had struck the hot trail to General Logan's seat. The situation fired Field's Republican soul with righteous indignation, and his column fairly blazed with sizzling paragraphs. He seized upon Judge Tree's name and made it the target of his shafts of wit and satire. One day it was: $ $-|-$ $--|--$ $---|---$ $----|----$ | | | | ||||||||||| Here we have a tree. How Green the Tree is! Can you See the Lightning? Oh, how red and Vivid the Lightning is! Will the Lightning Strike the Tree? Children, that is a Conundrum; we answer conundrums in our Weekly Edition, but not in our daily. The next day it was: The Lightning did not strike the Green Tree. But the Springfield Politicians did. This is Why the Tree is Green.