Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1878-09-14

To-wit: q lot of voters live,
Whom he up to the polls would drive
As did the devil, when he tried
To tempt the Saviour ere he died,
Offering Him the world and all,
If only at his feet He'd fall,
Although the sooty tempter knew
That, in the world, he'd not SOU
That, really, be had no right
To anything within his light! -
Thus, now, he knows the cards are
stocked
That every rivals game is ''blocked"-
And that, unless bis friends ego back
On him." he's got the inside track;
Aud 80 he waits on the outside
With patience in some place to hide,
Until the little game is played,
And he the candidate is made.
Then, in obedience to the call,
lie is escorted 10 the hall
Where now his names on every tongue
And where his praise is loudly sung.
With confidence he takes the stand
And feels, at last, he's in command.
Looking around on those below
He gives his nasal horn blow
And few have more proficiency
In blowing there own horns than he
Then, swelling with poinposity,
He seems to say 'just look at me!
Some seconds thus he stares around,
Amid a silence most profound.
Then, slowly, he begins his speech
In tones so low they hardly reach
The rooms far limits-next, pause
Ensues, and DER his eyes he draws
His 'kerchief, as if tears did start
Unbidden from his grateful heart
But from that source no tears can flow,
Because its dried up long ago!-
Then rising to his utmost hight
On tip.toe for sudden flight,
Recommending his Grafton,
In louder intonation,
With ringing voice and forward rush
He pours forth platitudes of gush
A cut and dried ''impromptu" talk
Delivered glibly without Lalk-
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Rehearsed it TO himself before,
Of course, he has it all by heart,
And is quite perfect in the part.
lie stamps his foot, he rolls his eyes,
He shakes his finger at the skies,
He fiercely frowns and twists his face
Into horrible grimace.
He sqnats, he squeals, he roars and rants,
Until, at last, he bursts his pants!
And it is plain to all and each
That he has made "a tearing speech
That he's the right sort of "a rip"
To take their banner in his grip
Though, not like Henry of Navarro,
He shows his "white plume" in the rear.
This being done mid loud applause,
He slowly from the stand withdraws.
The first act of the farce is DER,
The curtain talls-all seek the door,
And for the bar-rooms make dash,
Believing never that its rash
TO drink bad whiskey, if its free
And furnished by "the nominee 5"
So, consequently, not few
Make it point next to get "b!ue,"
And some get "black and blue" by night
When full of liquor and of fight;
While others quite "done brown" are
seen,
And others, yet intensely "green.
1.-THE nominee" now shells out cash,
His whipper-snappers WELD the lash,
His slang whangers they pro-orate,
He dit oro 4 ba,, fplpipata
His small fly hunkies fit around,
His bumptious hackers buzz profound;
His lickspitlers, with Bonded knee,
Crouch round him in servility;
Cringing like ours who hungry wait
For scraps flung from their masters
plate.
His beggars, bummers, DULLES boast
Their candidate shall rule the roast.
The air is vocal with the cry,
ssStick to the nominee or die!
No matter what the man may be
Otherwise-he's ''the nominee"
And that's enough to veil from view
Defects and faults of darkest hue.
A stone in placid pool we throw,
1t makes commotion all below,
Stirs up the mud, and noxious things
Upon the ruffled surface brings;
SO thus our stream Of quiet life
Is muddIed by this party strife;
While, hid in the confusion made,
The plotters consummate their trade.
And thus the people are betrayed
BY those who 'keep dark" in the shade,
For, with no liberty of choice,
We must, it seems, give our voice
To whomsoever's "nominee,"
Though made so by some trickery
In darkness done, behind our backs,
By those well skilled to cover tracks.
Alas this in land that's free
In all things else but liberty
TO vote ones will If we but dare
To do it, we must then prepare
For the dread horrors of warfare
With party piglnes aud their i,nps-
Their parasites, their briggs and pimps,
Whose later pop-guns charged to kill
Provided they can have their will
Are ready to "annihilate"
Every voter in the State
Who dares presume TO think that he
Should e'er act independently,
When called upon to exercise
The privilege of his own franchise.
A dread alternative, you see
But one to dare for liberty.
Therefore, from this time forth, my vote
OIL