The Rutland daily globe. [volume] (Rutland, Vt.) 1873-1877, 1874-07-11
JOuuN PAUh TO TIRE COMET

Eccentric orb, shot madly from thy sphere,
Planet without plan dost travel on Thine car
Through wide eNpanSe OF Sp0ce9
out on a bender
Known to be nebulous. indefinite, nuctuating.
OF volume vast but thin: wide-circuating:
Thou holy, high, translated Legal Tender.
Approach, come nigher obliging acqui-
For 10, the waiting swell-mob Of the press
Would fain go through thee,
And |, Il youth, bald. honest. simple. gushing.
or poor but honest parents blrn--nut fiush
though born in Flushing
Am here to interview thee.
Tell us thy lineage as I'VE told thee mine
We have one end already Of tiny aqueous Line
Thy sire,
Coggia,
(ThOu CanS't not read that rhyme WithOutcn irC)
But tell lis of thy dam,
most transparent, permcablc sham,
In all tradition linked with woe and slaughter
1hou well mghtst be n son, a scion, a silver,
An offspring OF the bad dam OF Mil River,
But no,
Not so.
Yet tell us. Comet. dpfop0s
OF water-thou'rt considered crossed and crab
bed
Ere thou com'st nearer, tell lis. art thou rabld ?
Has Sirius bit thee?
(Surc It's enough to puzzle one,
they let that star rampround without muzze
On.)
But whether mad or not
Don't dare to wag thy tail or thoult be shot;
For our sweet "st0rs'-cOps, peeers, worthy
CeltS,
MussT oundwlth rusty pistols in their belts;
And, thinking the more dogs they Kill the NOR
They might declare that thourt Il mad sky
terrier.
And blaze away and hit thee.
II so, take Hou crack,
And lust blaze fierccly back
Until thou melt the lying, NANCY pack
COniOund EN-
Like tallow candles down into their shoes,
Or If thou burnst with more vndictiyc
Views
Expound EN-.
This "mad-dog" cry
hate the hack word,
But turn II round and spell 1t backward,
And 1t describes the lie.
If naught IS the matter
With thy medulla oblongata
Tell us how goes the mart up there;
What are the movements now OF bull and bear!
Is thy name Daniel Drew?
That milky-way, where all the small stars
meet,
Is't there, o Comet, that thou lnilkst the
Aquarius with his pot,
Who waters, waters with one ceaseless
and on Iii; rests at times to dry his scrip.
Is iis name sage or not?
Are earnings Of your railroads ever
The little fishes. are they ever fooled?
And the Great Bear, IS his true name Jay
Gould
Thou can'st not tell yes, yes, one ought to
know,
Thou 'rt upin heaven-th Board meets down
below
What papers have they there above the moon?
In thee seem to see a gloriled Tribune
Shedding a radiance rich and pure and sweet
Thy tail, what Is 1t but the triple sheet
That tall Comet gives another text
For questions; ends IL here, complete ,cOnNcNCd,
or is't $40 be continued in the next ~
In the next world, like BraddOn's, Wilkle Col
Inns,
And that confounded "Hstory" of Rollins,
Which, when ] thought I'd beaten It's last
column,
Always outflanked me with another volume.
1st shy intent TO pass us with no spitefu thrust
Or exc to "bounce" us, 'bu'st our ancient
crust 2"
Erect mansard on this planets brow,
Raise Cain, turn Jack-in brief TO have row?
II that's thy game.put up thy fins; why dumb It,
Old Earth IS full of grit; and you can't come It,
Comet
But II your tail swept by ana failed to twist me-
'Twould be Just the first thng.i life that even
missed me JoIIN PAUL.