By eight o'clock people began to arrive from other villages, and to
gather on the street corners to view the procession. It was the very
first procession ever organized in our village, and we were very
proud of it. For the first time Mrs. Jameson began to be regarded
with real gratitude and veneration as a local benefactress. We told
all the visitors that Mrs. H. Boardman Jameson got up the centennial,
and we were proud that she was one of us when we saw her driving
past in the procession. We thought it exceedingly appropriate
that the Jamesons--Mr. Jameson had come on from New York for the
occasion--should ride in the procession with the minister and the
lawyer in a barouche from Grover. Barouches seemed that day to be
illustrative of extremest progress in carriages, in contrast with the
old Linnville and Wardville stage-coaches, and the old chaise and
doctor's sulky, all of which had needed to be repaired with infinite
care, and were driven with gingerly foresight, lest they fall to
pieces on the line of march. We really pitied the village doctor in
the aged sulky, for it seemed as if he might have to set a bone for
himself by reason of the sudden and total collapse of his vehicle.
Mrs. Jameson had decreed that he should ride in it, however, and
there was no evading her mandate.
Mrs. Jameson looked very imposing in her barouche, and we were glad
that she wore one of her handsome black silks instead of her sensible
short costume. There was a good deal of jet about the waist, and her
bonnet was all made of jet, with a beautiful tuft of pink roses on
the front, and she glittered resplendently as she rode past, sitting
up very straight, as befitted the dignity of the occasion.
"That is Mrs. H. Boardman Jameson," said we, and we mentioned
incidentally that the gentleman beside her was Mr. Jameson. We were
not as proud of him, since all that he had done which we knew of was
to lose all his money and have his friends get him a place in the
custom-house; he was merely a satellite of his wife, who had gotten
up our centennial.
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