The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1880-10-29
POETRY.
Aunt Sallie's Politics.

The following letter was picked up by q
Portland man, at the narrow gauge depot in
Phillips. and left at this Office. Whether the
writer has reached her home in Vermont we
rave no means of knowing, but we are sure of
me thing, if she is as good at finding her way
IN railroads as in lingering" up the financial
advantages Of Garfield's election, she has long
re this commenced her "parin' and dryin'."]
Dear brother Jacob tits some time
Sence fust came ter town,
lowed to writ to ye sfore,
But couldn't settle down
An put my n ind in writ'n order.
Thing Is ia SIGH a fix,
And mostly cause the folks down here
Is full of politics.
And declare do git rily
And wish was man
When hear talk all smooth and lily
On de eirful plan,
Or when hear kInsfolk and neghbors
Home from the meetin' go,
And pecen out the parsons labors
By cussin' people so.
".Jist love your eighbors," parson said,
An do 'em good Away.
My uncle smiled an bowed his head
To help he preacher pray,
An ez he pray ed for ali the people,
Jist whore my uncle sat
whtper riz up TOW ard the steeple,
mot for q mocrat."
"As you'd ave others do to you.
DO you jes' 80 10 them,'
The parson said; jumped right up
At uncle's loud ''amen;"
But he told me after supper time
When the evenin' church bell rurg,
"Ef was mean as the Greenbackers
should sartin tcont ter be hung"
Wall, 1 went next to cousin Toms,
His politics Is "Fusion;"
list what them is l can't make out
Some kind Of deusion
Iguess, for while he talks me blind
Tryin t. make 1t plain,
There's nothing but muddled up
Co" fusion in my brain.
Don't 60 to me-tin', rays cousin Tom,
Don't like political lrearbin',
Nur 81 ks, nor ,aiins nor broadclotb coats,
Nor to hear Tho choir n ecreeclin';
But take my text and preach ter home,
Proverbs lst, the l4th verse,
(My sarmon would the poor folks good,)
LET us all have one purse
I'll tell you what tits, Sarah Jane
Uncle Jake is gittif too pr nd;
And all the Bla Republican train,
The whole of the stuck up crowd.
They're gone up case, as sure az fate,
perfect mass Of corruption;
Jist tell thur parson to take this text,
"Pride goeth before destruction"
And 50 they talk one eide and 'tother,
dunno what to think;
A eussin' and busiu' and beatin' each other,
As fast as you can wink.
Hancock, Garfield, Garcclon, Blaine,
Banners and flags amt picturs,
Is what they're doln' down in Maine,
hat does all the critters?
writ 30 fur a spell ago,
But was obleeged ter sop;
Things now is ray Their quieter,
They've sorter ct 'em drop
Sence lection day, but which side beat,
Why bless !e, there's no knowin,.
Both sites are kinder whistlin'
An putin off their CROWN.
oAibA QUAIL 70 COmlu' nome
About November fust
Id yther be in old varmont
If wust must come to wust.
Our folks d MT get 50 frustrated
When litics is ragin-
Good bye-jist NEE. me- at the stage,
Your sister,
SALLY DAK N.
;. Sold Tom is 10 kim down,
(We've heern fir m Ildiana,)
And Uncle Jake is torch Iightin'
In a very curious manner
But had ought ter be at home
parin' and dryin',
And hopn' when the 'lection.s done
Folks wont keep on lyin'.
But I've been sorter averagin'
The lies that is goin',
And sorter feein' Tor myself
Which ay the wind is blowin';
And 'coidin' TO the cipherin'
Larnt at the de.strict SC DOL,
Garfeld's Tigers is the best
To raise the price of wool.