The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1884-11-01
DIAMOND CUT DIAMOND.

Ny Uncle SOlomon's three balls hang
Out on Third avenue;
They re golden as certain bang
Der certain eyes of blue
shrewd Old man, my uncle; we
Have heard him called a scamp
Perhaps you'd like TO know how he
Was taken into camp?
TIE day was warm-the month was June -
Twas three O'Clock, and Monday;
My unclc's soul was out of tune
No loans he'd made-since Sunday.
He gloomy sat-was musing DER
Hard times that poor men crushed
When suddenly swung to his door,
And in stranger rushed.
Beneath his arm the stranger held
A rosewood fiddle box;
81 must catch this train he almost yelled,
my name is Huugry-CoX!
Keep this in some place safe and dry
I'm going out of town:
1t contains viOlin-gOod-bye,"
Then he laid an eagle down.
Before he left he said Next week
I'll cali fUrit," then few
Out of the store just like streak
OF lightning from ones view.
My uncle rubbed his hands, and said:
"A gentleman A finer
Incyer met! Why, bless my head"
Then he pocketed the "shiner."
The days passed on till Friday came,
And with il came another
Gentleman, who gave the name
OF Herr Flip-Flap Won Snuther.
A violin he wished to buy
That would vibrate in fine way;
For, on Mouday snight, he was to try
masterpiece in Steinway.
He tried every one my uncle had
With more or less disgust;
''No use! no use! Too bad too bad!"
n
Procure "A violin to-day
If it cost five hundred dollar!"
Hold on, my friendt-just right away
III got you one may holler"
And then he got a key, and he
Got out the strangers fiddle;
Herr Flip-Fiap Simpered, pityingly:
our language, sir, s riddles"
But still, he took the violin
Twas anything but new
And, with patroniZing grin,
The DOW across it drew.
Perhaps you've heard the night winds sing
Through tall eoiean pine:
Perhaps you've heard the night birds ring
Out anthems half divine;
Perhaps you've heard a brook run down
A mountain TO the sea.
But you've never, in a wicked town,
Heard such melody!
Herr Flip-Flap played, and played and
played
AS if he'd never stop.
The sweetest airs that Herr Strauss made
Were played within that shop.
Finally he stopped and cried,
With inspiration craZed;
"'I'll gin five hundret dollars ride
Away for this!" Amazed,
My uncle clutched the counter,
So surprised he nearly fell
Then: IF my friendt you're boun'ter
Have the Yiolin-why-we
You call arOundt on Monday
With sir hundred dollars. and
No-to-morrOw is my Sunday
will place it in your hand"
Monday came, and with it Cox,
My uncle hcSitated
When Cox asked for his fidde-boX,
And sort of meditatcd.
He bid for il, ten dollars first;
Cox didn't care to sell;
FIFTY, then" as if he'd burst:
zone! two hundrcd!" with yell.
My uncle plead, and plead, and plead,
AS if his heart would break,
Till at last with streaming eyes, he said;
What for it lrHj you take!' 8 r.
Seven hundred dollars Moses! O!
Who ever heard such talk!
gift you four?" "Well, don't know,
All right! hand out the chalk"
Ny uncle counted out the chalk,
with gaSps, and signs, and grOans
Then Hungry-COX he took q walk
From my unclc's shop of loans.
Monday went, SO did June,
Herr Won Snuthor never came;
My uncle's souls been out of tune
Since he learned the bunkO game
John r. MCdnn, IN N. Y. Star.