The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1874-09-25
MONODY.
weep for Adonais--he is dead,-saeRey.

weep for AdOnais-he is dead!-Sheiey.
Poland is dead We weep for Poland
High old bishop of the mountains green;
Brass but'oned. swallow-t tailed, in no land
Will the venerable pump, lofty and serene,
Any more be seen.
II seemeth now a dream
That erst he stood among the solons solemn,
Gray-haired. erect, very column
of piOus swectns IS, playing with his lob
Where hung the ancient seal,
While spreading softly DER each dirty job
The anctuOus cover OF his righteous zeal.
The great investigator is at rest
In the final home by Christian statesmen blest,
Where ghostly shadows stalk the silent shore,
Where smiling schuyler smiles no more,
And Pomeroy, Harlan, Hooper and the rest
Have journeyed Ger
Last of the Christian statesmen, over thee
We drop our several tears.
The lobby's hung in black. and lOi we see
The weeping carpet baggers pale with fears,
And huge contractors and petticoated dears
Forming the long procession. and loud they cry
Along the vaulted sky
"our mighty Poland's dead;
Our Bishops dead;
Old subsidy is dead;
The deadest sort of dead;
Let tears be shed,
For no pcrQ's can raise him from his lowly bed.
We are forlorn;
We see the crib and cannot get the corn"
The White House seems whitened sepulchre-
There ie no stir
Along its lofty rooms. but sounds
or wailing reach US from camp-meeting grounds,
when the dread Crsar pravs.
lie seeks AT last 10 leave the crooked ways,
Startled by 'oland's fate aud shortened days;
forsaking all fast things, he fasts always.
Hearken now to Dana Dana Of the Sun
TIE sun that shines for all,
He singcth a madrigal
For That his enemy Is dead and done,
Brass-buttoned son OF "A gun,
Who, with We Harrington
And other villains, 10 the capital
Him would have dragged
In grieyOus irons bound,
Likewise well gagged.
Now hearken TO the joyful SOUND:
Great Dana, lately in a funk,
Drinketh much lager and forthwith geiteth
drunk.
Hear the sainted Mormons loud rejoice
In tones polygamous,
Lining a solemn voice
To thank the Lord for thus
Destroying the great Golian Of the House,
Who sought 20 rob them of their many wives,
Likewise their lands and mines and teemng
hives,
That carpet-baggers might carouse
ON gains ill-gotten-the thieving crew,
That God will YET gridron for his favored nation.
J To this old Brigham had a special revelation,
For he foretold our Poland dead,
And heard the solemn tOlllng Of bell
That said old PJland'e gone TO -,
And satan's breaking bark upon his legislative
head.
Now hear the fearful chimes,
Newman's iron rhymes,
How they ring and roar and swell,
Ding dong dell,
Making each listener hold his aching head,
Wishing old Poland damned as well n dead.
No more, no more, oh never more may we
Count up our little perq's nor ever see
The sweet subsidy
Blessed by Poland for poor humanity.
A pail hangs over Wizards, the Ebbit'e done,
And gloom has settled on the Arlington;
In Welckcr's fascinating rooms the lights burn
blue
Grape hangs on knobs south Of the avenue;
| From sample-rogms the joyous laugh has fed,
| lIerizog mammoth tear has shed,
For POiand's dead
I Dom Plat, IN Washington Capital.