Lexington weekly intelligencer., 1884-10-04
Jlmblaine's Warning.
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Written for the Buffalo Courier. ]

| Written for the Buffalo Courier.
Jimblainr! JIInblainei beware OF the day
When Cleveland shall meet thee in battle ar
For ii.li OF dead beats rush.s red on my sight,
And the band. Of corruption are soa'lered in
They baliov. they bleed. as they're cracked on
tho crown;
iIol ho: for tie riders that trample them down!
Demo racy trismphs. insulting the SLAIN.
And Il" cohorts are smltten IRON Georgia to
And ha,k! through the fast-ilnshing lightnings
| Of war.
Whose doom through the wires flies swiftly and
IT'S tune. tastoocd chieftain. ami iallen's thy
And crushed ia thy power, and shattered thy
| slntcI
Weep, Plumsd Knight to death uud captivity
Weep, Black Jack. oh. Weep for that punch In
thy head:
For merciless sword o'er corruption shall
Corruption that weeps Tor the blood of the
Go. preach to Ben Butler. thou dcath-teiling
| seer!
Or. ii gory November 80 dreadful appear.
Draw. dotard. around thy scared, wavering
This old bloody shirt; it will banlsh thy fright!
Hal laugh st thou. riuIne, Boaster, my vision
Proud Little Rock Pigeon. thy plume shall be
Say. rushed not Steve Elklns to shoot OF his
mouth
In the grand Old Dominion, and stir up the
Lo! with pockets out-buIging his check. there
he rode.
Hell, bent upon spreading corruption abroad;
| But back let him turn, tor 1t won't fetch y cent
For Western Virginia on Cleveland is bent.
Why Games the far summllr Why shoot to the
blast
Those rockets, like stars from the nrmnm, n
cast9
'Tis the country proclsimlng its joy and thy
| We,
For corruption's defeated: the rsscals must so
Oh hTsts'' 5sh, pIumed Kn"hr' oncs tn" r."re.s In
Who knockedst Ros. Conkling much higher'n a
| kite,
Heavens fire is around thee. to blast anu I.
Return to Augusta! all lonely return
To the tanks Of Neal Dow. ere thou sleep witt
To the tanks OF cold water. and there soak thy
| head!
False wizard. arsunt, 1 have mnrshalled ny
Their pockets are many. their purpose Is one.
They true to the last-not q man e'er re-
coils
And like reapers descend to the harvest o.
| spOils;
'Tis the gumptlon of age gives me mys,ica
| lore,
And coming events cast their shadows before
tell thee corruption's dread echoes shall how
For the cornorants fnttening there, cheek b,
| jowl.
Lo! anointed by Heaven with the vials of wrath
l Behold where each lies on it's desolate path!
Now in darkness he bellows and sinks from NV
sight;
Rise. rise, CORY iunic. and cover his lligh,.
| IT'S finished! Their carcasses lie on the strand
| In the pockets OF each is another ones hand.
But where is the Tattooed Plumed rrancer-ah
| where?
For the eye OF my gumptlon is closed in de
spalr.
To Canada scoots he, exposing hls rear.
Like a thlevng bank president OFF on his ear?
All, mol With his ill-gOtten gains, ev'rl
He packed up his duds. and Ia bound fer sa!
His plume all bedragged; oh, mercy, dispel
| l0n sight that II freezes my spirit to tell.
| His coat-tais stick out, and ah, misery, look
Beneath his right arm ls Vol. 3 OF his book!
Have pity. yo Heavens-iOr where is the sale
Down, so0thless insulter. 1 trust not the tale
For nc'er did Piuned Knight such u deet,n,
meet;
SO foul with dlshonor, so like a dead beat.
Though my perishing pals should be strewn il
their gore.
Like -weeds heaped on the surf beutel
shore,
Jimblainc. all untouched. will give fate yet III
slip,
Win hump up his back, and. with stin upper
lip,
shall victor exalt or IN death be LAID low,
With his feet In his boots and his back to tn
show
No pinfeather plucked from his plume or hi
tuil-
FALL At last by his old dodge OF coup de so7ei,