The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1877-03-17
DoNALDsoNvnLE LA, SATURDAY
THE DEATH OF TILDEN.

Sam Tilaen, he of Tammany, lay dying in
New York,
The last hard fight was over-the campaign
had done its work,
And Abe Hewitt stood beside hiIn, as his
life-biood ebbed away,
And bent, with eager giaaces, to hear what
he might say.
The dying statesman faitered, as he took
Abe Hewitt's hand,
And said, '''Tis true L ne'er shall rule this
great and happy land,
Take a telegram and token to reformer
friends of thine,
For you are friendly to reform, that hobby
horse of mine.
"Tell Randall and Fernando Wood. and all
the other crowd,
Who fought so nobly for reform ana talked
81 very loud,
That they did their duty bravely, and surely
would have won,
Weret not for the Tribunal, the great fraud
that was done.
i" And in the South full many dark was
shot down with gun,
That reform might be notorious and we
might have our fun;
But I am old, and suddenly have seen llfe's
hope decline,
And lie here sadly and alone, and for the
White House pine.
Tell Hendricks that another year may COM
fort his old age;
Tell Field and Cox to calm their fears and
moderate their rage;
And don't forget dear Watterson, that gentle
Southern child,
And give my love to Piatt, that writer fierce
and wild.
Defend my suit for income tax, and save
my scanty hoard;
paid all that | ought TO have-upon pa
triOt's word
And frame and hang dear Gobble's nose
where bright the sunbeams shine,
And never say that dying went and left
no sign.
'Tell Cronn not to weep for me, and blow
his nose red,
When Hayes goes into Washington with
glad and gallant tread;
send him with my dearest love pocket
dictionary.
And kind regards to Grover, too, with
thoughts not mereenary.
% But don't write cipher kilograms; no, not
a single line.
For they have brought me to this fix, though
no fault of thine;
There's another--not IL C0ngresslnan-ln the
happy days gone by,
You know him by the diamond that shone
brighter than his eye.
" Too innocent for bribery, too rich for idle
seorning-
Ali. Abe, | fear the incest cells make some
times heaviest mourning!
Tell Ii i'm the last night of my life-for ere
the Rjoau be riseu,
M, body will be out Of pain. though his is
81 dreamed | sat with him, and saw the
yellow dollar shine.
As when we worked together i'll tho happy
olden time;
/ saw the Hudson sweep along; l heard, or
seemed to hear.
The magic whispers of that voice III accents
sweet and clear.
q And up the pleasant river and over all the
State
We used to walk with converse sweet, and
hopes and hearts elate;
And then, alas, we went apart-it almost
makes me smile
For | was sent to Albany and he to Black
wells Isle.
:. But oh, that now he sat here, his little
hand in mine,
And fold me that he loved me, as in the
olden time ! y
His trembling voice grew faint and hoarse,
his grasp was childish weak;
He asked for Pelton and for Tweed-he
sighed and ceased to speak.
Abe Hewitt bent to lit him, but the spark
of life had fed
The champion of reform WAS politically
dead,
And tie full moon rose up slowly, and calm
s she looked down
On Democrats tlemoralized and sadly hang
lag round
Yes, cal,nly ON that sad, sad sight her pale
libbt seemed to smile.
AS it shSne upon Granercy Park, Bill Tweed,
ana Blackwell's Isle.
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