New-York tribune., 1874-07-08
JOIN PAUL TO TIE COMET

Eccentric orb. shot mady from thy sphere,
Planet without plan, dost travel on thine ear
Through wide expanse of spacci
Out on bender,
Known 10 be nebulous, Indefinite. fuctuating.
OF volume vast but thin; widc-circulating;
Thou holy, high, translated Legal Tender,
Approach, come higher; obhging acquiesce,
For lo, the waiting swell mob of the Press
Would fan go through thee,
And l. q youth bald, honest, simple, gushing,
OF poor but honest parents born-not flush 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 thy aqueous Line
Thy sire,
COggia,
Thou cans't not read that rhyme wthouten irel
But tell us Of thy dam,
most transparent, permeabe sham,
In all tradition linked with woe and slaughter,
Thou we'll mightst be a son, a scion, a silver,
An offspring of the bad dam Of Mil River.
But no,
Not so.
Yet tell us Comet, dpropos
OF water-thou'rt considered cross aud Grabbed
Ere thou cnm'st nearer, tell us, art thou rabd
Has Sirius bit theei
Sure tits enough to puzzle one,
They let that star ramp round without muzzle on,
But whether mad or not
Don't dare to wag thy tail or thou'lt be shot;
For our sweet stars cops peelers. worthy Celts,
Muss round with rusty pistols in their betS
And. thinking the more dogs they kill the merrier,
They might declare that thou'rt mad sky-tericr,
Aud blaze away and bit thee.
If so, take thou crack,
And just blaze ferceiy back
Until thou melt the lying, NANCY pack
Confound 'em-
Like tallow candles down into their shoes,
Or if thou burnst with more vindictive views
EXpound emi
THIS "mad-dOg" cry
late the hack word,
But turn 1t round and spell ii backward,
Aud it describes the lie.
II naucht s the matter
With thy mcdulla oblongata,
Tell rs how goes the mart up there;
What are the movements now of bull and bearf
Is tiy name Daniel Drew
That milky-way. where all the small stars meet,
Istthere. Comet. that thou milkst the street 7
Aquarius with his pot,
Who waters, waters, with one ceaseless drip,
And only rests at times to dry his scrip,
Is his name Sage or nOtf
Are earnings of your railroads ever pooledP
The little fishes, are they ever foOledf
Aud the Great Bear, is his true name Jay Gouldf 7
Thou canst not tell! yes. yes, one ought TO know,
Thou 'rt UP in heaven-the Board meets down
below
What papers have they there above the moonf
I'm thee seem to see a clorifed TRIBUNE,
Shedding a radiance rich and pure and sweet
Thy tall what is IL but the triple sheet!
That tail. o Comet, gives another text
For questions; ends II here complete convexed,
Oris't " to be continued in the nextT-
In the next world, like Bradd0ns, Wilkie Collins,
And that confourded History" of Rollins
Which. when l thought I'd beaten its last column,
Always outaanked NE with another volume
Js't thy intent to pass us with no spiteful thrust
On eke to bounce" US "bu'st our ancient crust 2 "
Erect a mansard on this planets brow,
Raise Cain, turn Jack-iDbreftO to have a row!
If that's thy game, put up thy fins; why, dumb it,
Old Earths iull of grit and you can't come it, Comet
But your tail swept by and failed to twist me-
sTwould b. just the first thing in life that ever
missed LIE JOHN PAUL.