The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1884-07-11

/ shall foreelose, and the scamp must go.
POUNDS! won't his wife have taking on
When she learns that his house and lot are
gone;
How she will blubber and sob and sigh;
But business is business, and what care 1?
" And Gibson has murdered his child, they
say. f't4
He was drunk as a fool here yesterday,
And gave him a hint as went to fill
His jug, but the brute would have his will.
And the folks blame mel why bless their giz-
ards tf t.-,.f
If 1 don't sell he viii go to lizards.
I've right to engage in lawful trade
And take my chance where there's cash to be
made.
If men get drunk and go home to turn
Their wives out doors, It's their own concern,
But hate to have women coming to me
With their tweedle-dum and their tweedle-dee,
With their swollen eyes and their haggard
looks,
And their speeches learned from Temperance
books
With their pale, lean children, the whimpering
fools,
Why don't they;go to the public schools2
" Let the huzzies mind their own affairs
For never have interfered with theirs;
] will turn no customer away
Who is willing to buy and able to pay,
For business is business he, he! he, he"
And he rubbed his hands in his chuckling
glee.
Many a lark have caught in my net;
l have them safe and IL fleece them yeti"
'tHe, be! no, hol Twas an echoed sound.
Amazed, the grog-seller looked around.
This side and that, through the smoke peered
But naught but the chairs could the grog-seller
" Ho, hol he her with cultural note,
1t seemed to come from an iron throat.
And his knees they shook and his hair did
And he opened his mouth and strained his
eyes,
And 10! in corner dark and dim,
Stood an uncouth form with an aspect grim.
From his grizzly head through his snaky hair,
Sprouted of hard, rough horns pair
AMI redly, his shaggy bcows below,
Like sulphurous flames did his small eyes
And his lips were U,mled with a sinister smile,
And the smoke belched from his mouth the
while.
Folded and buttoned around his breast
Was quaint and silvery cleaning vest;
Asbestos it seemed, but we only guess,
Why he should fancy SO cold dress;
Brooches he wore of an amber hue,
From the rear of whicla tail peered through;
His feet were shaped like bulocks hoof,
And the boots he wore were caloric proof.
In his hand he bore, if a hand it was,
Whose fingers were shaped like vultures
claws
AJthree- tined fork, and its prongs so dull
Through the sockets We're thrust of a grin
Like scepter he waved it to and fro,
And he softly clucked "ha, hal no, hoi"
And all the While his eyes, that burned
Like sulphurous flames on the grog-seiler
turned.
And how did he feel beneath that look2
Why his jaw fell down and he shivered and
shook,
And quivered. and qual1ed in every limb,
AS if an ague had hold of him!
And his eyes to the monster grim were glued,
And n ton -fff tgafx
But the 1iend laughed on: "Ha, ba! he, he!'
And he twitched his tail in his quiet glee.
Why, what do you fear. my friendP' he said,
And he nodded the horns Of his grizzly head;
" You're ansally of mne and love you well.
In very warm country, that men call he'll,
j hold my court, and ] am proud to say
1 have not faithfullcr friend IN pay
Than yoT. dear sir, for work of evil
Mayhap you don't know me; Tara called the
DEVIL
Like galvanized corpse, so pale and wan.
Up started, instanteF, the horror struck man,
And he turned up the whites OF his google
With look half terror and half surprise,
And his tongue was loosed but his words were
IS The devil-you don'tg' a." Yes, faith do''
Interrupted Old Nick "and here the proofs,
Just twig my tail, my horns and my hoofs.
" Having come from warmer chimes below,
To chat with friend for an hour or so,
And the night being somewhat chilly, think
You might ask an old fellow to take drink;
Now let it be strong-the pure clean stuff,
Sweetened with bTimstone-a quart is enoughi
Stir up the mess in an iron CUP,
And heat up the fire till it bubbles up
AS the devil babe, so the grog-seller did,
Filling iagon with gin to the lid,
And when it boiled and dubbed Ger
The fiery draught to his guest he bore.
Nick in a jiffy the liquor did quatf,
And thanked his host with cultural laugh,
But faint and few were the Smiles ween.
That on the grog-seliers face were seen.
For a mortal fear was on him then,
And he deemed thar the way of living men
He should walk no more, that his hour had
come, -
And his master too, to call him home.
Thought went back on the darkened past.
And shrieks were heard on the wintry blast,
And gliding before him pale and dim
Were gibbering fiends and specters grime
" Ho, hoP' said Nick, Z" tits welcome cold
You give to a friend so true and old,
Who has been for years in your employ,
Running about. like an errand-boy:
But wen notfali out, for plainly see
You're rather afraid dts stranger Of me.
Do you think I've come for your never fear,
You can't be spared for long while, here.
There are hearts to break, there are souls to
win
From the ways of peace to the paths of sin,
There are homes to render desolate,
There is trusting love TO be turned 10 hate,
There are hands that murder must crimson
red.
There are hopes to be crushed, there are
blights to be shed
Over the young, the pure and the fair,
Till their lives are crushed by the lend de-
spair.
- This is the work you have done so well,
Cursing the earth and pe0pling he'll,
Quenching the light on the inner shrine
OF the human soul, till you make it mine;
While want and sorrow, disease and shame
And crimes that even shudder to name
Dance and howl in their hellish glee
Around the souls you have marked for me.
81 Selling grog is good device
To make hell of paradise;
Where Ger may roll the fiery food
1T is swollen with tears and stained with blood,
And the voice that was heard erswhiLe ia
prayer
With its muttered curses stirs the air,
And the hand that shielded the wife from i'll
In its drunken wrath is raised to Kill.
81 Hold on your course, you are filing up
With the wine of the wrath OF God, your cup
And the fiends exlIlt in their homes below,
As you deepen the pangs of human woe.
Long will il be, II have my way.
Ere the night of death shall close your day.
For to pamper your lust for the glittering pelf,
You rival in mischief the devil himself"
No more said the hend for clear and high
Rang out on the air the Waterman cry;
With a choking sob and half formed scream,
The grog-seller walked. it was all a dream.
His grizzly guest with his horns had flown,
The lamp was out and the fire was gone.
And sad an6 silent his bed he sought.
And lang Of the wondrous vision thought