The Eaton Democrat. (Eaton, Ohio) 1875-1903, 1877-01-04
OREGON.
by CARL BRENT AND ANOTHER POET.

Twas the sixth of this December, following that
Which SO well we all remember, when such wicked
work was done,
And the ancient zachariah sat beside his sea-coal
fire,
Pondering the campaign liar, who SO well his web
had spun,
Who had neshed hapless people in his web so
Fatal web, 30 foully spunl
There the ancient Zach was sitting schemes of fraud
no longer knitting,
Through his blissful visions fitting thoughts of
glory he had won;
When, as he was deeply drinking, something caused
sudden shrinking,
Spelling all his pleasant thinking; twas tiny
stroke of "Oner
struck "OneP'
So mysteriousiy tolled "Onep'
Then some word that closed with ation, burst from
Zach in his vexation
At the Naturalization that SO strangely had
And he raised his fist SO knurly, and he shouted,
And the bell is lying surely, for it can not yet be
hours have passed SO swiftly, still it can
MI yet be one.'
But the bell made answer "One"
Quoth the statesman, Am dreaming, or is this
some wIetched scheming
From the brain with projects teeming Of some horrid
campaign dun?
Come, I'll be little civil, and will ask thee trihing
devil, .
Whether it be good or evil, this that thou hast
strangely oone,
If this striking is in earnest, is only meant for
: Then the bell said, "Oregonp'
Suddenly old Zach changed color, turning blue and
green and yaller,
n Of nall oil nc faof, az,
upon.
is there news" he said, "terriic from the slopes
Of the Paci6c?"
And a river sudorifc down his cheeks began to
run,
Sweat Of lear and sweat of horror down his cheeks
While the bell said, " oregOnl'
" WHAT" said Zach, has all our trouble, seeing
blind and seeing double,
Gained us nothing but bubble, that will melt be-
Can that yillainous postmaster, clinging like a
sticking plaster,
Be the source of foul disaster, such as we have
cause to shun,
Bringing all the evils we have tried SO hard to
shun7"
Said the bell then, "Oregonp
"Ahl" cried Zach, but this is cruel now see the
issue toe well
This must end the deadly duel, though so well we
aimed the gun.
All in vain were our bulldozers; we must yet re-
main the losers,
And must yield to our opposers, when the race was
nearly run,
With our sinews strained and broken in the race SO
hardly run"
Still the bell said, A." oregonr'
Zachariah yelled and shouted, "Here's coil that
can't be secuted;
Both our front and rear are routed and our work is
all undone;
They have pierced our line of battle, and have cap
tured all our cattle,
In my throat feel the rattle of the death that's
coming on
The destruction of our party and our statesmen ey
cry one."
Tolied the bell then, oregon!"
Zachariahs pulses huttered; few and faint the
words he uttered,
As conyulsively he muttered, "Game is up, and
Tilden's won.
Oh that horrid constitution! Surely this is retr-
button,
And the cause of our pollution all our heads has
falPn upon;
All our heads are roosting places for our crimes to
Ioost upon l
Still the bell chimed, +" Oregonl''
Ratfles taen, like distant volleys closed his throat
he moaned his follies,
Grasped at Watts" and groaned at "Solace;''
then his wretched race was run.
There they fsund him in the morning, and the peo-
pie gaZed with scorring,
But they solemnly took warning when they
thought what he had done
Thought Of AL the evil deeds that he so foully had
begun.
Sweet the chime then, "oregonl' l'
-S. Louis Tines