To the left of the gate, upon the trampled grass beneath a mulberry, appeared other punch-bowls, and in addition a barrel of whiskey, ready broached for all good Democrat-Republicans.

The sunny street was filled with horses, vehicles, and servants; the broad path between the trees, the turf on either hand, and the Court House steps were crowded with riotous voters.

All ranks of society, all ages, occupations, and opinions, met in the genial weather, beneath the trees where sang every bird of spring.
Within the Court House the throng, slight at first, was rapidly increasing.

The building was not large, and from end to end, and on the high window-sills beneath the long green blinds, the people pushed and shoved and stood a-tiptoe.

It was yet early morning, and for some unexplained reason the Federalist candidate had not arrived.
Upon the Justice's Bench, raised high above the crowded floor, sat the candidate of the Democrat-Republicans--the Republicans, pure and simple, as they were beginning to be called.