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Yet, strange to say, his nomination was the signal for violent
opposition; and a tremendous conflict ensued. I was determined that
Blandish, though backed by the vicar, should not carry everything before
him with a high hand, nor become, what, ever since the part I had taken
relative to the enfranchisement question, he was striving to be, the
dictator of Crooksley. My own influence was not slight, and a powerful
party rose up, notwithstanding our adversaries were earliest in the
field. The walls were everywhere placarded, families were everywhere
divided by circulars. "Vote for Joggins," "Vote for Cramper;" "Joggins
and grey hairs," "Cramper and Musical Accomplishments;" "Joggins the
veteran parent of our brave defenders," "Cramper and Female Virtue;"
"Joggins and the failure of eyesight." "Cramper and Organic changes:"
these were among the changes rung throughout the village, and a mile or
two round it, for upwards of three weeks. I called public meetings, at
which I took the chair, and personally carried the resolutions; and I
started a Crooksley Chronicle, of which I was at once the editor and
all the correspondents. In both capacities I defied our antagonists
to prove that their candidate had any one of the qualifications by
which ours was so abundantly distinguished. I dared them to prove that
there were any brave defenders on the other side; that there existed
any ocular weakness; that there was a single grey hair or any symptom
of decrepitude: while, on the other hand, I showed triumphantly that
the legitimate candidate for the office of organist was a veteran
flute-player, utterly and hopelessly incapable of any exertion whatever,
and unobjectionable by the excess of his infirmity.
Blandish was so alarmed at the progress we made, that he began to give
out in reply that Miss Cramper was considerably more advanced in years
than had been insidiously suggested; that her eyesight was anything but
vivid; that what seemed to be her own hair might not bear examination;
and possibly he would have proceeded to other intimations tending to
balance her claims with those of Joggins, had she not stopped him with
the declaration that she would rather lose her election, rather retire
from the contest, than sanction such gross misrepresentations of fact.
Truth, she said, was everything, and it must prevail; her hair was her
own, and her eyes piercers, she thanked Heaven.
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