Pioche daily record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1872-1876, 1874-04-29


THE Virginia Enterprise has whole
column laudatory of Senator Stewart's
action on the Territorial Railroad bill.
This is WE'LL give praise where it is de-
served but recollect that lone swallow
does not make Summer, and Stewarts
Senatorial career SO far has been dreary
Wintry wnste.j To show that we are not
alone in our views, we append an extract
from the Sacramento Union, written by
its well-known contributor, "Singleline"
o. Sumner, loyal spirit! What is fame,
Back -actioned to a modern statesman's name?
Bull-whacking Stewart knows enough to read
This teamster lingo, ii he does not heed
We gathered Stewart-we, the miner folks
when he was goading oxen in the yokes
We thought man who lived SO near to earth
Would bear the favor Of higher berth,
And work in earnest, though he missed ap-
plausc,
And point his gosd-stick in peoples cause,
We thought that he, who often breathed the
dust
OF Uncle Sam, would feel the sacred trust
OF guardian in our upper house OF law,
Instead Of shouting huskily, "whoa-hawV
| We meant to make man of him, but-pshaw!
| The greed of gold was cankered in his maw
| The very dust that he had swallowed down
! In urging Brindle thro' the mining town
! The golden dust-had fred his appetite
With taste of gain that sears his sense of right.
He goes for Stewart, and he goes for coin;
Luxurious lives. and is, in short, "demd fone. >
! His castle lifts its dizzy hight between
The wide Potomac and the fields O. green;
Looms far above the soldier in his grave
Who gave his life, like Stewart, for q slave.
But there's some odds 'twixt Stewart and thu
dead
They re not, precisely, under the same head.
The soldier fell to free the slave himself,
But Stewart fell to be slave of pelf)
! II such is honor Stewart has it-bad-
As Benny Arnold or John Churchill had.
o, Stewart Stewart! rich and ripe and rotten,
Have you this mountain people clear forgotten
i II so, then read this rhyme so sadly true
and learn that we. have not forgotten you.
All would you rot the rugged ladder down
Whereon you climbed from nothing to renown
Have you forgotten Harry-you know who =
Who parted from the Golden State, and you,
| With fearful eyes and all regretful speech
| To join his people in Rebellion's breacht
AS any man should follow out his thought
In aiming after what his childhood taught.
Have you forgottes how you clasped his hand
Between the Ocean and Sierra grand,
And sniveled, II would follow Harry, too
My heart and early training go with you;
My home, my home. my home is in the South,
Her cruel wrongs have driven my heart t
mouth
But, Harry want money! ! am poor,
And shall stay to knock Mt Lincolns door.
And gain admittance, II l don't mistake;
For, Harry, am on ton the make"
You gained admittance and you made your pile
What honor have you office-seeker vile'
Who'll weep when "you' are dead? Who'd cry
If in the Senate you should droop and die?
From limpid Bonner to the lake Of Salt,
From Oregon to where the rapids halt,
At Callvile, on the canoned Colorado,
There's not man that, even in brsvado,
Would dare to pack an onion when you die
To force q tear from his unwilling eye.
but then there is a solace, for l have heard
said,
There's wheezy locomotive to 20 squeslin
when you're desd)