A Great Crowd, Great Enthusiasm, Great Speeches and a Great Day – Full Report of a Brilliant Oration.
The glorious, pious and immortal memory of the Prince of Orange was well and truly honoured in Smiths Falls, on Friday when all Orange lodges of the surrounding country congregated here and held a monster procession. At five o’clock in the morning the sound of the drum could be heard in the distance and at a little later hour there was no distance about it and nothing else could be heard but the sound of the drum accompanied by the shrill notes of the fife. All the forenoon visitors continued to arrive and by twelve o’clock it is estimated that there were from 5,000 to 6,000 strangers in town. Special trains came from the north and the south and the east, and all were long trains, some of them of over a dozen caches, and all were loaded to the platforms. Every few minutes during the forenoon the familiar strains of the “Boyne Water,” or “British Grenadiers,” or “Protestant Boys,” were heard coming from the different roads leading into town, and soon a rider on a white horse followed by the big banner appeared in sight and Grand Marshall Code galloped off to escort the new arrival to a hotel. For four or five hours this was kept up and by noon what with visitors and townspeople the main streets were so crowded on every part that locomotion was slow and difficult. The stores were open but it was virtually a holiday and very little work or business was done anywhere.