The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1884-09-20
Demoeratlc soliloquy.
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BY sILAs wEse, EsQ,
I'm blow'd eff / know what to think any more;
1 never hern tell OF this Cleveland afore,
And some how o. ruther I've got an ide'
He amt, not edzactly, the Teller for me-.
I've known 10 Macedonia, wal-senee ffty-two.
A little mite shaky then, 'twLxt me an yen.
He got over that thol-as soon as he see
Free sill meant to set the niggers all free.
10 hates a Niger. Can't never keteh him
A bumin round Bucktown with Charley or Jim.
He don't like the smell of EN-, 10 don't-nor l.
Sticks tho to principles-cant make him he.
And he'd a bin President four years ago,
But Hendricks play'd dog IN the mangef, you know.
They say that this Cleveland is great on reform
And kin carry the State of New York by storm.
] hope so, by thunder! From all that / hear,
It's burned doubtful tho. This aint the off year
Tom Hendricks has seed him, and lows that he'll doc
That's, we cant shake hints too late to rue.
No matter how bad a bad bargin may be,
Stick to it, says Thomas; stick to it, says he.
1t may be all right. But then, Thomas, | guess,
Thinks our chances is Slim. They couldn't be loss,
+ my Judgment S elar. / feel mighty shore,
With old 10 to lead, we c'ud make it enet more
But the way things is shapin / can't see it now.
Ben Butler a. raisin a hell of a row
The Irish deseRtin', the Sentinel sued
For sayin that Blaine didn't marry q pPude-
While Cleveland, accused of abusin' a bawd,
Admits 1t, but says that the crime is outlawd.
Maine gone twenty thousand ar'inst us-great scot!
Does that look like win in!-wsi I sh'ud say not.
They say as how Beecher, and Curtis, and Schurz,
And them kind of fellers-political squirts,
That's always been mouthin' at us Dinlierats
And daubin' our clothes, from our boots to out hats,
With the stickyest kind Of stinkin' est stuff,
Are goin' to help us. Help2-Yes-like Macduf
Helpt Macbeth-when he laid the old Teller out
As dead as a smelt, or doornaiI-no doubt.
they help usa-they, with their nonsense, and can't
About civil servieen-jestwhat we don't want!
The fact is, eff Cleveland let's Curtis run him.
Theirs lots Of good Dimierats know viii shun him
BY whic ! Ina reminded that our Thomas is
Dom us dirt, by maxim half promises.
That some felers shant go It amt ortherdoxl
1T don ketch no goose-and it don't fool no fox.
1T . er the party gifts into power,
of go's every head! Not a day-not an hour
Shall the boys be kcp' waitin,-waitin for pay
That they've workt for, and fit for, many q day.
Morality 5 good-but morals don't mix,
Not well, at least, with our politics.
Rsform' $ what inspires the raj DimiIcrat!
"Oishul R~eformt"-we all banker for that!
And have hanker'd, for 10. these twenty-four years
I'm secret and silence (some Of usl .'and tears,
While some, like Dave Goodinf and Bazoo j. Brown,
Wide nouthed. and hungry. have bray'd M an down,
Still feeding on thistles, but hankerin' for
The fodder we've missed ever senee the last war.
A long time to wait. And yet, III be burned
II we've had a bite sence, We've turned, and we've
turned
our backs to the past and our faces both ways
We've bowed. and we've stopped, and we've sounded
the praise
OF men who'd ~disprais'd us-and honored the names
men who dishonor'd our names. and whose flames
Is our infany-done all this in the cause
reform, liberty, justice and good laws,
We've done this. aud more! We've tried hard to let
be by-gones. to forgive and forget.
And still, after all, when we ask-tho' it's fair
For place and for power-tho' we promise and swear
That all that we want is ''referm"-to restore
The lost arts Of ruling without rule, as before
Abe Lincoln made war on the South and we lost
Control of affairs-to the country's great cost
L seems like we cant make the people believe,
We mean what we ssy-or themselves undeeeive-
Still led, as they are, by d~imigog's, yeIlin'
.Copperhesds, traitors, secesh!s and te1lin'
The dod-durndest lies some old and some new,
That ever was heard bout what we would dol
And waving like mad an old bloody shirt,
Ragged with age and rotten with dirt,
Their cry is, 'Remernber our heroes that bled
Defendln the Union, our debt and our dead.
But mind y'u, well show EN-, one Of these days,
We haint forgot mither! Not by a long ways!
New York aud Ohir-weH carry-and win!
Wont WE have a time them Let the music begin!
~ too good to think Of. Old Joe an Dan,
Tom, Bill and DaVe-and all the rest OF our clan,
Assembled, will be thar to dance a gay bout.
And sing the gay song, Turn the rascals all out"
The first thing Wen do in the line of reform,
VIII be to smoke ont the old robber swarm,
And crawl in ourselves. Then well open the doors
OF the treasure. house wide-and pay off old scores.
The South-for its wrongs and an Of its losses,
OF cotton, and corn, barns, niggeFs, and bosses.
Ourselves-for all the abuse that we've stood,
For thinkin' and sayin' a white mans as good,
That r helpin' us now to accomplish our ends,
The next thing We'll do viii be-yes, weH pervide
For the soldiers that fit on-no matter which side
And widders and orphans of all sech as fell
Defendin' our rights-to rule or rebel.
Thon we'll wipe out the laws-allaws that been made,
Enlargin' the Niger, or r~estrictin' the trade.
Well pay no more taxes, and won't have no more
Bleated old bondh0lders oppRessin' the poPi
Well tear up the railroads, or make EN- agree
10 transport all produce to market rate free.
Wen wind up the national banks, and by George!
What they've stole from the people wen make 'em
disgorge.
Wen stop these free schools from teaching the mig
gers,
AT public expense. their letters and figgers.
Our high-schools, likewise, with their trips and their
traps,
Maxim young folks ashamed Of their mans and their
paps.
Wen cure them Of that Republican p'i'sen
With one dose of our ECOGOAIZIN.
Wen clean out the a~sylums-no, I'm toe fast
We've done that already. They are now unsurpassed.
But may be I'm eountin' my chickens too soon.
There's eggs that won't hatch in the wrong Of the
moon.
III keep up my sperits tho as well as kin,
And, still hopin,' wait till Ohier comes in.