eleven o'clock
Then the yellows dressed up a poor old donkey in Mr. Delamere 's colors , which were plentifully attached to the animal 's ears and tail , and paraded him , with great cheering , before the doors of the Hare and Hounds , and Mr. Delamere 's principal friends and adherents . Nay -- one of the more vivacious of the crowd threw a stone at a little corner window of the blue committee-room , through which it went smashing on its way , till it hit and overturned the inkstand of calm Mr. Crafty , who sat alone in the little room , busy at work with pen , ink , and paper . He looked up for a moment , called for a fresh inkstand , and presently resumed his pen , as if nothing had happened . The hustings were erected upon a very convenient and commodious green , at the southern extremity of the town ; and thither might be seen , first on its way , a little after eleven o'clock , the procession of the popular candidate -- Mr. Titmouse . Here and there might be heard , as he passed , the startling sounds of mimic ordnance , fired by little boys from house-tops . As they passed the church , its bells rang their merriest peal ; and , at a little distance farther on , the little boys of Mr. Hic Hæc Hoc , each with a small rosette tied to his jacket , struck up a squeaking and enthusiastic `` hurrah ! '' while from the upper windows , the young ladies -LRB- three in number -RRB- of Mrs. Hic Hæc Hoc 's `` establishment , '' waved their little white pocket-handkerchiefs .