The Ottawa free trader. [volume] (Ottawa, Ill.) 1843-1916, 1876-10-14
HOME MATTERS.
Local Political Pot.Pourri.
THE THREE SHADOWS.
BY "oUR OWN POET

While pondercd, thinking, thinking
Over many daring thicyeres and corruptions,
Never heard on earth before.
While pondered, nearly maddened,
Suddenly there came gladdened
Sound upon my chamber door.
at sounds like Robeson," l muttered,
" Rapping for another million:
Only this, and nothing more"
All, distinctly remember
When in the cold and bleak November,
OF 1872, Sd term Ulysses was elected
And since when all thieves have been protected.
Eagerly wished the morrow;
Vanly had sought to borrow,
From Grants ring one sigh of sorrow
Sorrow for their deep, mean business
Which all good men said, in sadness,
Was nameless on earth so long before.
Presently my soul grew stronger; .....
Hestating then no longer,
"Sr," said I, "or madam, truly
Your forgiveness sincerely implore.
But the fact is had barred the door,
And so gently you came stealing,
And so honestly you came feeling,
Feeling of Uncle Samuels treasure,
Carrying it off without measure,
That Brstow had to watch the door.
Nameless in G's cabinet evermore."
Open here flung the shutter,
When, with many " crooked" futter,
In there stepped three fearful Shadows
Shadows never seen before.
Three whisky barrels sitting
just inside the chamber door,
Each shadow took a seat,
And perched and sat and nothing more.
"Though thy crest be shaver and shorn,
Thou" said, with little scorn,
Better never hedst been born,
Wandering from st. Louis far off shore.
Tell me what thy lordly name is,
For we think you came Of bad stock|'
Quoth the pretty shadow" Babcock."
On the other shadows gazed sadly,
Which set my head to aching badly.
Oh, the morning would welcome gladly.
But the shadows sat there on those whisky
barrels,
Never stirring, never finchmg-but all marvels.
At length, rousins from my drowsy dreaming,
addressed those shadows, almost screaming:
Shadows" said |, shadows real,
Did you say you would not steal?
By that BrstOw that ruled above US,
By that Grant you all adore,
Tell this soul with suspicion laden
II, within the distant west,
You didn't do your level BEST
By dealing in the juice Of farmers corn
To rob our Uncle Samuel all forlorn!
Oh, tell me what the devil calls thee;
Let me hear thy bi-dlike voice"
Qaoth the Shadows Donald-J Joyce"
" Be those words our sign of parting,
Whisky Shadows" cried upstarting,
Get thee back into the prison
And Grants foul whisky ring!
Leave no smell as a token
or those whisky barrels broken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!
Quit the barrels within my door!
Take your shadows from Off my floor
Let my rest be peaceful, calm and choice.
Quoth the Observation-Disclosures abcOck-
Joyce"
And the Shadows, never fitting,
VIII be sitting, will be sitting,
On the whisky barrels,
just within the White House door.
And their ways they'll never mend
Till the people wake up and send
\ Tiiden TO the White House door.
And when the Reformer's Shadow
Is thrown upon the nations floor
Rabcocks, McDonalds, Joyces or Belknaps
VIII Observation-Disclosures,
Hon. John y. Farnsworth.
The most stirring "Tilden and Reform speech
thus far IN Ottawa was made by Hon. John F.
Farnswor;h at the Court House on Friday night
Of last week. The Committee had hut little
time to make the preparations for his reception,
and for some reason were unable TO procure
larger place for the honorable gentleman TO
sneak In than rL. Cnnr. House. Neyerfheless