Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1882-09-16


Idreamed l saw old Daniel
Come sliding down the hill.
Indeed, had dream. Amer rejoicing with
you in the jubilant demonstrations of Mon
day night, passed to the quiet of my own
sweet home. The heavens were luminous
with the glare Of republican bonfires. and
the air thrilled with the melody of church
bells. For quarter of a century the clear
notes Of the hard-shell Baptist bell have been
music to my ears, but never did its music so
thoroughly charm me as on Monday night.
Excited over the grand victories sought my
couch, but scarcely had my head touched the
pillow than I found myself in the realms of
jream-land seemed to be in dark, Sc
cluded vale, out from the darkness of which
appeared figure, with glaring eye6alls,
cioven feet and weird, hideous appearance,
resembling closely His Satanic majesty, por-
trayed in the illustrations so familiar to my
youthful days. But was not quite sure it was
Satan. looked again, and saw that this
strange figure had about it the priestly
sanctity of George G.. Stacy, the cadaverOus
and God -forsaken appearance of Mark Har
den; and over his face played the wooden
smile" of Eben +. Pillsbury. Then l kner
it was the devil, He clutched me by the
throat, and demanded that before should be
released from his grasp, must promise to
write poem. | said, Il will die first" Blu:
my only hope of release was in obedience,
and you must not hold me responsible for the
poem. because it was written under the in
SEPARATION of the devil
The OLD OAKEN BUCKET.
After the bucket had been kicked by the Fusionists
How dear my heart are the SCI mes of last Monday
As this jollification presents them to VIEW
The "demos," the "greenies"-their names they con-
Or the straight "Independents'' whom so
thoroughly slew.
The straight Independents. the Elias Miliken indie
The Martin Chase independents. whom we hurled so
The wide aiding victory and the shout that comes
With II,
The canvass. the speeches, the rush 10 the polls
The vote of the sire and the sons that went with it,
Began the glad work that onward still rolls
That straightforward vote, that intelligent vote.
That republican vote that majorities SWELL
That moss covered party so clam'ro for fusion,
Last Monday at nIghtfaii We had whipped from The
And made its King Plaisted deem his throne illu
Which soon he must abdicate and its false sceptre
The one IMAM power Plaisted. the Chief Executive
Plaisted,
The Court defying Plaisted, who cut such swell.
How dear to my heart are the grosns of old Daniel
As in Mt. Vernon fields he has fouEd his lost hoe
Its dull, rusty blade he scrapes with enamel,
His heart heaves with signing. with anguish al
The old battered Daniel. the used up old Daniel,
The hard handed Daniel, has gone out TO grass!
How ardent he seized the swil pail that hanging
BY the lone cottage door in that ut. Vernon home.
How quick to the cool, messy swill trough he went
banging,
To feed the dear pigs with milk all afoam,-
The dear. blessed pigsi the sweet greenback pigs,
The campaign.used pigs that Daniel loves well.
How often think of this Thing that has folded
His tent like the Arabs and stole sadly away
From Congressional halls. where minds were to be
In financial schemes, with no debts to pay
The Old Thing is folded, the greenback Things
folded
The fusion Things folded, and laid on the shelf.
How sad in seclusion sits the Laid of old Bangor,
His race it is run, you know 1t full WELL
The cause in PenObscOt will never more languish
Led by the brave hero-Charlie BOutele!-
The able ink. singer, the quick wtted writer,
The rushing good fighter, Charlie Boufehe
Not Murch of my time have given to him.
:, no from the Fifth District has ratified around,
without brains, without culture and lacking the vim
Except for speech making, that ends all in y und-
The grent statesman Murch, the great learned Murch
The Congressman Murch that ratified around!
Now Dingley and Reed are swelling the chorus
That moves us to raptures in glad Wet hour.
They fought and they won as they stooa gu. oeio'e
To such as these we safely give power
The trusted and tried who have served us so well,
The trua and the steadfast whose praises we swell.
To him who has led us with strong. steady hand,
Our candidate true with no mixture OF fusion.
To our new Cher Erecutire whose name thro the
land
Has routed our foes in the widest confusion.-
The kind hearted ROBBIE, the clean handed Robbie, .
Our granger, Fred Robie, who beat flasted so we'll
And now from the cool depths of victorys fountain
The cup of our joy seems near running otr'
Let the National eagle, to heaven he's mounting.
Catch the voice of the people: swell have fusion
no more
For fusion is death struck. the unholy fusion,-
The fusion of liking Plasted has gone TO the wall