I'll speak to the people." So saying, the General removed his hat and bowed very low to the crowd in the street.

There was a great shout, "Three cheers for Newt!" and the three cheers rang loudly out.
"'Tain't Newt," cried a sharp voice: "it's Belch." "Three cheers for Belch!" roared an enthusiastic somebody.
"D---- Belch," cried the sharp voice.
"Hi! hi!" roared the chorus; while the torches waved and the drums rolled once more.
During all this time General Arcularius Belch had been bowing profoundly and grimacing in dumb show to the crowd, pointing at Abel Newt, who stood, ingeniously supported, his real state greatly concealed by the friendly night.
"Gentlemen!" cried Belch, in a piercing voice.
"H'st! h'st! Down, down! Silence," in the crowd.
"Gentlemen, I am very sorry to have to inform you that our distinguished fellow-citizen, Mr.Newt, to compliment whom you have assembled this evening, is so severely unwell (oh! gum! from the sharp-voiced skeptic below) that he is entirely unable to address you.

But so profoundly touched is he by your kindness in coming to compliment him by this call, that he could not refuse to appear, though but for a moment, to look the thanks he can not speak.

At the earliest possible moment he promises himself the pleasure of addressing you.

Let me, in conclusion, propose three cheers for our representative in the next Congress, the Honorable Abel Newt.