Not much had changed...well, except for ballot harvesting.
“The city veered near to mob rule (for which it earned the sobriquet Mobtown): rival gangs of toughs like the Plug Uglies regularly fought deadly street battles involving hundreds of participants especially around municipal elections which they shamelessly rigged with armed bullying and prodigious vote-stuffing.* The anti-Know Nothing mayoral candidate in 1858 simply conceded the election rather than invite loss of life and the general disorder of the city.
Former friends, we now must leave you
All our earthly hopes are oer
But in heaven we hope to greet you
There to meet to part no more.
When a few more moments wasted
And this dying scene is oer
When this last dread grief weve tasted
We shall rise to fall no more.
Fast our sun of lifes declining
Soon it will set in endless night
But our hopes pure and reviving
Rise to fairer worlds of light.
Cease this mourning, trembling, sighing,
Death shall burst this sudden gloom
Then our spirits fluttering, flying
Shall be borne beyond the tomb.
Nice hymn, but it leaves out any mention of the Agency by which all of this eternal reviving occurs.
Gotta wonder how the Dead Rabbits were doing.