New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1869-09-28
ISRAEL FREYEFS BID FOR GOLD.
FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER "a.

All the specie in all the land
Held in one Ring by giant hand
For millions more it was ready.to pay,
And throttle the Street on hangmans-day
Up from the Gold Pits neither hell,
While the innocent fountain rose and fell,
Loud and higher the bidding rose,
And the bulls, triumphant faced their foes.
It seemed as if Satan himself were in it,
Lifting it,--one per cent minute
Through the believing broker, there amid.
Who made the terrible, final bid
High over all, and ever higher,
Was heard the voice of Israel Freyer.-
A doleful knel in the storm-swept MART
a" Five millions more and for any part
III give One Hundred and SixtyP
Israel Freyer-the Government jew
Good as the best-soaled through and through
with credit gained in the year he sold
Our Trcasury's precious hoard OF gold;
Now through his thankless mouth rings ont
The Ieaguers last and crueleSt shout!
Pity the shorts9 Not they, indeed
While single rival left to bleed!
Down come dealers in silks and hides
Crowding the Gold Rooms rounded sides.
Josting trampling each others feet
Uttering groans in the outer street,
watching. with upturned faces pale
The scurryng index mark its taie,-
Hearing the bid of Israel Frcyer-
That omnous voice, would it never tire -
Five millions more for any part,
OF it breaks your firm, if it cracks your hearth
III give One Hundred and SiXtyp
One Hundred and Sixty! Can't be true!
What will the bcarsat-fOrty do'
How viii the merchants pay their dues
How will the country stand the news'
What III the baukS-but listen! hold,
In screwing upward the price OF gold
To that dangerous, last particular peg,
They had killed their Goose with the Golden Eggi
Just there the metal came pouring out,
All ways at once, like a water-spout
Or a rushing, gushing, yellow food,
That drenched the bulls wherever they stoodl
Small need 10 open the Washington main,
Their cotler-dams were burst with the stran'
1t came By runners, it came by wire.
TO answer the bid of Israel Freyer,
II poured in millions from every side,
Aud almost strangled him as he cried
"Ill give One Hundred aud sixty"
Like Vulcan after Jupiters kick
Or the aphorstical Rockets stick.
Down. down. down, the premium fell
Faster than this rude rhyme can tell!
Thirty per cent the index slid,
Yet Froyer still kept making his bid
" One Hundred and Sixty for any partl"
The sudden ruin had crazed his heart,
Shattered his senses, cracked his brain,
And left him crying again and again
Still making his bid at the markets top,
Like the Dutchman's eg,that could never stop.l
." One Hundred and Sixty-FIve Millions morel"
Till they dragged him. bowling, off the floor
The very last words that seller and buyer
Heard from the mouth of Israel Freyer-
A cry to remember long as they live
Were IN take Five Millions more III give
III give One Hundred and Sixtyl"
Suppose, Ito avoid the appearance of evil,
There's such thing as a Personal Devil
1t would seem that His Hgllness here got hold,
For once of a believing Bull in Gold!
Whether bull or bear it would nit much matter
Should Israel FIeyer keep up his clatter
On earth or under it-las, they say,
He is doomed)-till the general Judgment Day,
When the Clerk, as he cites him to answer fort,
Shall bid him keep silence In that Court!
! But il matters most as il seems to me,
| That my countrymen, great and strong and free,
| So marvel at fellows who seem tn win,
That if even Clown can only begin
! BY stealing a railroad, and use its purse
| For cornering stocks and gold, or--worse--
| For buying a Judge and Legislature,
| And sinking still lower poor human nature.
The gaping public, whatever befall.
| viii swallow him. tandem. harlotS and ALL
| While our rich men drvel and stand amazed
At the dust and pother his gang have raised,
And make remember a nursery tale
OF the four-and twenty who feared one snail.
What s bred in the bone will breed. you know:
Clowns and their trainers, high and low,
VIII cut such capers long as they dare,
While honest Poverty says its prayer.
But tell me what prayer or fast can save
Some hoary candidate for the grave,
The markets wrnhled Giant Despair,
Muttering. broodnC. Scheming there
Founding college or building church
Lest Heaven should leave him in the lurch
Better come out in the rival way,
Issue your scrip in open day.
And pour your wealth m the grimy fist
OF some gross mouthed, gambling pugilist;
Leave toll and poverty where they lie.
Pass thinkers, workers, artists by,
Your ot-house flag from his counters bring
! And make him into a Railway-king!
| between such Gentles and such Jews
| Little enough one finds to choose:
| Either the other will buy and use,
| Eat the meat and throw him the bone,
| And leave him to stand the brunt alone.
| Let the tempest come that's gathering near.
And give us a better atmosphere
EDMUND c. STEDMAN
No. Is Broad-st. Sept as. 1869.
MUSIC.