The Ottawa free trader., 1875-06-12

ed;
Like unto Democratic victory.
He lightcth on the potato-vine;
And on the fragrant tomato-tree;
And the succulent roasting ear, Whilst IL is
vet in the milk anu toothsome;
And upon all other fruits OF the fleld mat
com late into market;
And they all disappear and are seen after
that evil day no more forever.
And the lady grasshopper maketh straight
wav her nest down in the corn field"
And in the wheat stubble;
And upon the hillside;
And all over the sandy plain;
And everywhere else under the sun,
And she tilleth the nest with eggs, every
day, until the winter day cometh and the
ground freezcth, when no grasshopper can
make nests.
And the eggs are they not ranch eggs:
With double yolks?
And warranted to hatch!
Yea, verify and the warranty is good
And the lady grasshopper's mate, what OF
him?
Verify say unto you, he sitteth upon the
sweet potato vine and singeth all the glad
some summer day;
He cllmeth up the green stalk and loppeth
off its verdant branches;
He taketh no heed for the morrow;
Nor of the groans and curses of the lrate
ranchman.
And in the hottest autumn days he leadeth
the fisherman beside the bubbling waters:
And up the steep mountain side;
And over prckly pears;
And through Soap.weeds;
And among the thorny bushes;
And when at last the fisherman falls upon
bls knees and puts his hand upon MI. Hop
per, where is he?
Alas, he is not there;
But he soareth aloft;
And cracketh his heels together;
And laugheth out of his left optic at the
fisherman, who is seated on the hillside,
Digging cactus thorns from the hands and
knees,
And framing cuss words,
And he will never kneel any more.
And when in the fullness of time the win
Ter days have come,
And sulled his voice in death,
With Frosts grey mantle about him, he
eoeth to his fathers;
Content with the fitting close to a we'll
spent life; go
And happy IN the reflection that he will
live again in his children,
When gentle spring shall come again.
And again,
And again, forever,
In the returning cycle of returning years.
'Tis spring;
Winter hath loosed his ice tetters;
Robin Redbreasts carol in the cotton woods
The beechcrtilton trial is well on;
Jenkins buyeth himself writing pardons
And genial sunshine again bathes the earth.
Are these eggs spoiled:
Not by a jug full.
In the early warm summer days,
Forth come few million Of the juvenile
hoppers,
The pickets, the scouts, the avant coarlers
oC countless hosts that soon will follow;
Ye honest ranchman" laugheth in his
sleeve, and saycth
The hoppcrs are Matching, spring frost
and SHOWS will fix them"
Alas. the fallacy of mans faith;
The little hopper relies on Providence,
And his reliance is sublime;
Itputteth the "shoddy" religion of man &c
shame;
Drown him in the floods that would have
appalled, Noah;
Bury him in Arctic SHOWS;
Subject him to frost that freezeth the ears
Of brass monkey:
Excase him in the heart of an iceberg;
Let old Boreas caress him with Chicago
winds, or fondle him in his icy embrace, the
Little martyr calmly folds mp his arms, draw
Up his neither limbs and waiteth;
Waiteth tor the next sunshine; when n
Cometh for the breakfast, gay as school cir
and with an appetite that is always positive
llyury.
You can't kill him.
SKE HAD A PLAN.-A gaunt woman jump