Triumphator

Which gave occasion to a Law, whereby it was enacted, that thenceforth no Dead should be buried in the City, much less kept in their Houses, as they did before; that Priviledge being only granted to Vestals, to Emperors, and those who had been Triumphators.

Triumphs, wherein Slaves are represented bound and proſtrated at the feet of the Triumphators

Therefore must it appear to be the height of absurdity to place the conqueror at right angles with the procession of which he is the centre and with which he moves, so that whilst the procession entering the arch from the south, and proceeding in the direction of the arch to the north, or Hyde-Park here is the triumphator who “cuts the procession dead,” leaves it to proceed without its principal north, and himself, having thus cut procession, triumphal arch, and all, proceeds solus cast to Whitechapel; and this is the absurdity which you may now behold.

That the star-trusting parvenue should not have dreaded to treat the French national dignity to the feast of such a humiliating policy, that may yet pass—a tame submission to the Decembrisades may very likely generate strange dreams of misestimation in a mind like Bonaparte’s—but that he should select just that moment for a visit to England, when these revelations are published—that he should come over to England with these disclosures of humiliation brought upon England in his hands—and should, notwithstanding, be received with ovations like a triumphator, or like a great man, a look on whom brings joy and satisfaction on the looker—that certainly is a strange sight, even in these our corrupt times.

Outguessing and outgeneraling a field of five opponents, victors in as many preliminary races, Miss Constance Cappelen, bookkeper^([sic]) at the First National Bank, won the motorboat sweepstakes at Twin Lakes Sunday afternoon. The fair triumphator covered the 2½-mile course in 17 minutes and 56 seconds, a minute and thirty seconds ahead of her nearest competitor, Jack Blair of Twin Lakes.

Cross, awsome and good, humble triumphator! Moving the entire world, O Sacred, wondrous wood! Spread thy light over us, our only protector, / Beyond the blue horizon, Cross, august and good.

Austen Chamberlain, who likes to let tear-bedewed rays of youthful sentimentality shine about his coldly calculating businessman’s intellect but always has in mind the interest of his fatherland, was the triumphator of the day.

Later on, in America, at the simple and sweet family hearth, when Charles Lindbergh will sit opposite his mother, flanked by his favorite kitten, and will attack the delicious pie that was promised him from afar as a first recompense for his victory, the poung^([sic]) triumphator in closing his eyes will perhaps still see and hear the hurtling mob and the thunderous bravos.