The Dorset County Express and Agricultural Gazette.
Dorchester, Dorset, England, 1880-01-27 00:00:00

down jolt now. I have no money and am out et
work.' "Yes, but I mean what is your political
Grad r " Ain't got none, mum—ain't got a vote."
"What, got no vote? NO111116" Illy dear man ; than
I Law come on a fool's errani ; isn't your name on the
burgess roll r "No, mum." "I [mow better than
that," replied the fair (?) canvasser, pulling the bumees
roll out of her pocket--" yes, hers you ire—John
Blank, 78, Mod-row. Look here, you are marked '
Mrs.— to look up—doubtfal—'don't think Radicals
have called yet.' My dear man, fancy having • vote
and not knowing It; now if you will only give," &c.,
/cc.,

And did this fair (!) Amason give him anything, do
you think, tor his v-- ? I mow for his poor starving
solf, and his aged wife. Yes, after a few days, after
the poor man's name had been hacked and hawked all
over the town, the canvasser brought him half-a-crown,
and looked as proud of giving it as if she ha 1 be.n
giving him her own money, of which she had plenty.

Flare you purchased your Liberal Association
ticket for 1880 yet? If not do so at once. The doors
of the Liberal Hall us always open to welcome good
Liberals.

I wish the "Blazer" would not be so spiteful, and
let the Town Councillors express their opinions in
peace. It is the fact of its printing nasty hardhearted
stuff like that it printed last week that makes me still
keep my pen in hand. Other papers are very meek
and mild, and why can't the " Blazer" be so too' If
It was, then perhaps it would change its name,
mention its desires and its arrangements, then thank
It. numerous friends, publish another edition every
week, and wind up with a bag paragraph in praise of
itself.

Poole working men, please take this hint—
All that "The Wanderer " puts in print
Is like new ooins fresh from the mint.
He tries to open people's eyes.
And if they will reed, mark, and prise
They won't be gulled with Tory lies.
I was taught in my early youth
To "fear a lie and speak the truth,"
Now what of some men's creed, fonooth
It seems to he their chief delight
Lies, lies to tell from morn till night—
Against such men truth-lovers fight.
Lies worse than Mac's "symotic plagues"
Runs through their blood like wooden IMP—
" Good Teries" use them u strong pep,
They hang upon them what they like
About "the har," a " field.' or dyke
(This week one blow I mean to strike).
One/are-faced lie I will expose,
Though some may try to amash my nose
or rain upon me heavy blows.
The Liberal cause some tried to mar,
And there was once a pains w&i.
About the clearing of "the bet."
'Twos in the Mayoralty of Wood—
(Whom some once thought a Liberal good,
Ii I have rightly understood)—
That men in soher council sat
One bad a scheme at hand quite pat—
He thought he knew what he was at.
But I roust not anticipate,
So things in order I'll narrate,
Lest some folk should be made irate.
They thought a 'me effort they would make
To el.'s, the bar," with "dredge." or" rake,"
But want of money Riede them quake.
Then one proposed that they should sand
" A deputation" to Our Friend;
Who freely would the money lend.
Watthill, the senior Cuincilinr, stood,
And all there thought 't would be so good
Ti semi hie, off with Mr. Wood.
Ti a hotel they went away,
A carriage hired and forties grey—
They found " my lord "engaged at Way.
You know he's very fond of cricket,
With master hand he keens a wicket—
He bats the ball, be does not flick it.
Those gentlemen soon caught his eye*,
He left the wickets, widea, and byes,
And treated them, no, not like spies.
Ho heard with patience to the end,
Anil made a very gracious bend,
Then said "I will no money lend :
But if you'd like some wine you may
Go to my house—you know the way—
And now I'll hi I you both 'Good day.'"
Said Mr. Woevi, "Do you intend
To take the offer of 'Or Friend'
What Wanhill said shall not be penned.
To words of wrath be soon gave vent,
Petition. what he said be loudly meant,
But 'toss no etvp!y romp'inient.
Then hack to Foie tbey quickly e Ante,
They hung their heads for very shame,
Although they, poor men, were not to blame.
Since he has tried by "honk or crook"
To make things hare a different look,
And some his motives bye mistook,
His emissaries have grown hold,
And lie, by wholesale they bare told
Since he hex been some puppic i sold.
They fume with wrath (rem day to day,
Tie 'cc ready almost some tot lay,
Because tbry cannot have their way.
Ti sueh this let a ill iv.t he pleasant,
I shall not go a I andsome present
Of 'woe, rso.lo, hare, or Wei aant.
Dm I ror one woehl rot eat game
1),,1‘...1 up ait' lies for sauce (No ! charnel)
Our Future Member now name—
WARING FOR EVER.
—THE WVMEHER, in Pooh- rdegrant.
Longlieet, January 19th, 1880.