This move was to a great extent successful; but many of us who were purists refused to compromise, and ran a stump ticket, or, as it was then called, a rump ticket.

I was too young to vote, but I remember my brother George and I posting political handbills at three o'clock in the morning; this hour was not so inconvenient for us, for we were bakers.

We also worked hard on election day, keeping up and supplying the ticket booths, especially in our own ward, the old Seventh.

I remember that one of our leaders was a shoemaker named John Ryker, and that we used to meet in Science Hall, Broome Street.
"If this was the high state of my enthusiasm, so was it that of us all.

Our political faith was ardent and active.