The Arkansaw traveler., 1883-09-08
lFor Txe Ar&as,es Traveier.l THE CASE OF JULIUS CESAR.

BY \. Cesar the Great, as Shakespeare's pages
 say,
 Did once in Spa'n with raging fever lay The color from his manly cheeks did ry, His lips grew pale and lustreless his eye. Most piieous twas 10 hear him sigh and
 moan To see him ~rihe with agony and groan. And tis recorded. too. raoNed by disease. That he did shake like leaves upon the trees, And like a sick girl ask Ti,inius near, For Isis sake. some good ho, tea prepare, Though il may seem that Ccsars plight
 was sad
 ,Tis pl ain he simply ague and fever had. its denixens in good old Cunituck, With symptoms such as CesaF's oh are
 struck: Oft have we heard their chat'ring teeth like
 bones,
 Or casianets, accompanied with groans; We've seen big drops of sweat ooze from
 each pore, And down their backs in copious show'rs
 pour
 They, like great Cesar, beg for dog wood tea, That fever kills and sets the sui Ter free. This shrub mercy to an ague shows, But kills Il sure as North Gariina knows. The cares for this complain, in this our zone, Were surely Tn greet C.esar's day unknown :. Cologogus. quininc and liver pads. ween, Had never by those antique men been seen. Old Tom and rock and rye, 'ts plain, Were nostrums at that time unknown in
 Spain.
 On btters, our road preachers most rely, And tote in saddle bags good supply. Said bittcrs help 10 cheer and bring thcm Old rats. you know are very fond of cheese. Had Anthony but known oi Yankee rum, He'd Ter have lost the world a, Ae,lum, Nor would his charmer steered her barse
 away,
 If she'd have had champagne or board tha,
 day
 Thus, blg events on trifes small depend, Where liquor is, YOU never lack friend. 'T,s potent in disease as we'll as strife And sages say II IS the staff Of life Now, Mistress Cesar too, this fact We know, Knew not the art of teaching hair to grow Nor how to change it's hue, nor to erase Pimplcs and freckles from her royal face. The advantages We boast in this our age, Should for the time thelcurious mind engage, In those barbaris times of which We write l may be said they dWei, In gloom of night They nothing lcarn'd save pagcaniry and
 show,
 To draw the dagger and to bend the bow: tnmoYcd they saw Zeno5ia brough, from
 home
 To grace Aarelian's entry into Rome. x q pity fell they for the captive queen, Oienatus' 1iie-,he lovely Palmsrenc Her golden gyves the vulgar, coarse crowd
 vew'd.
 And smo,e her ears with language vile and
 rude
 They though, bu, i,,le i'll of Nero, mother. Who taught her son to kill his foster brother; And who. with art refined, contrlvcd to kill Her husband, Claudius. ith poisoned quill. With tolerance they bore with Constantine Who clothed each Pagan temple and each
 shrine;
 And who before his chcckcr'd race was run, Through envy slew his unotien ling son Who bols his wife-sweet !austa-in a bath. Which soothed his mind and queil' d his pous
 wrath.
 Scllnus had ways the popuiace 10 win. And in berius they could trace no sin. Instead, We delight in printing presses, And names like Bettys we've transformed to
 Bessics
 Our modest maidens bang in ftoa, the hair, In C.rsai's day they left their ioreheads b are Nrnus, Helcn, and the charmers wore, lhis ornament behind and not before. Thus. many ancien, netions w 've rehned, And leii old pcnt up Utica behind. The ane s.nts Nefc barbariars-forsooth. flood Caio's end proclaim, the woad'rous
 truth.
 Iastintan's spousr-Bel,>arius' cr! Alike our chosen premise, defend Whatever Is, Is right as classic Pope would
 saN
 lr our progressive age all can be hlt. for
 pay.
 For pay, in s,ona the great lamentci stands. The chseld work ot Winnie Reams' iair
 hands
 For pay, the sinner can be made saint Without the aid ot Whitew Ash. brush or paint For pay. poor broken hearts can he renew u, And Jolly love for pay can be sahaued tNa ff,,fskf d k... Or better still. can have their lives insured Nsdom and virtue can be bought they say, Each have their rate and can be had for pay Earth's tecn~ng blessings sparkling with
 delight,
 Can for pay be had or a draf, a, sight, Old satan can be bribed-heav n Tor pav is
 sure For Gods sake, reader. do not sigh for more