Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1874-07-15
JOHN PAUL TO THE COMET.

Eccentric orb, shot madly from thy sphere,
Planet without plan, dost travel on tn inc
Through wide expanse of space?
Out on bender,
known to be nebulous, indefinite, fluctnatlng,
OF volume vast, but thin wide circulating;
Thou holy, high, translated Legal Tender,
Approach come higher; obliging acquiesce,
For 10, the waiting swell-mob of the press
Would fiin go through thee.
And l, a youth, bald, honest, simple, gushing,
OF poor but honest parents born-not flush though
Am here to interview thee
Tell us thy lineage as I've told thee mine
We have one end already OF thy aqueous Line
Thy sire,
Cogga,
(Thou cans't not read that rhyme withouten ire)
But tell us of thy dam,
most transparent. permeable ham,
In all tradi ton linked with woe and slaughter,
Thou well mightst be a son, a scion, silver,
An offspring of the bad dam of Mill River,
But No,
Not so,
Yet tell us, Comet, apr0pos
OF water thou'rt considered crossed and Grabbed
Ere thou com'st nearer tell us, art thou rabid?
Has Sirius bit thee?
They let that star ramp round without amuzzle on }
But whether mad or not
Don't dare to wag thy tail or thou'lt be shot,
For oar sweet "stars "-cops, peelers, worthy
Celts,
Muss round with rusty pistols in their belts;
And, thinking the dogs they kill the merrier,
They might declare that thou'rt mad sky-terrier.
And blaze away and hit thee
II so, take thou a crack,
And.just blaze hercely back
Until thou melt the lying, NANCY pack
Confound 'em-
Like tallow candles down into their shoes,
Or if thou burn'st with more vim lictive views
This mad-dogr cly-
hate the hack word,
But turn 1t round and spell it backward,
And it describes the lie.
If naught's the matter
With thy medulla oblongata
Tell us how goes the mart up there;
What the movements nos of bull and bear:
Is thy name Daniel ID rev?
That milky-way, where all the small stars meet,
Ist there, . Comet, that thou mi kst the street
AQuarius with his pot,
Who waters, waters with one ccaseless drip,
And only rests at times to dry his scrip,
Is has name Sage not?
Are elrnings of his railroad ever pooled" "
The little fshes are they ever fooled?
And the Great Bear, is his true name Jay
Could?
Thou canst not tell yes, yes, one ought TO know
Ihou'rt up in hcaven-the Board meets down below
What papers have they there above the moon!
In thee seem to see Il gloriiicd Tribune,
Shedding a radiance rich and pure and sweet
Thy tail, what is 1t but the triple sheet!
That tail, o Comet, gives another text
For questions ends it here, complete, cUnveNed,
Or is't to be continued in the neXt?-
In the next world, like Braddon's, Wilke Collins,
And that confounded History of Rollins,
Which, when thought I'd beaten lis last column
ALWAYS outfanked me with another volume.
ls't thy intent TO pass with no spiteul thrust,
Or exc 10 bounce us bust our ancient crust" :"
Erect mansard on this planets brow,
Raise Cain, turn Jaci.-in brief to have 4 row:
If that's thy game put up thy fins; why, dumb it,
Old Earth 5 full Of grit and you can't come it
Comet!
But if your tail swept by and failed to twist me,
'Twould be just the first thing in life that ever
missed me! JOHN PAUL.