The examiner. (Hartford, Conn.) 1881-188?, 1886-07-10

I'll let the muses. settle that,
No matter how it goes.
But let it be in verse or prose,
I'll tell the truth the same,
And il there's aught to give offence,
You'll not have me to blame.
IT'S always best to tell the truth,
No matter who it hits
You need not put the FOOLS cap on
Unless you find it fits.
1t seems these monkeys all had heard
OF Darwins famous plan,
That from their ancient sires had sprung
The present race of man.
They sent delegation out,
To learn more of this race,
And found slight resemblance,
But only in the face.
One monkey rose and told the rest
What he had learned of men,
And if my friends all think it best,
I'll tell it DER again.
SAYS he, &c I've travelled far and wide;
I've seen wise men and fools; -..
I've seen them in the churches pray,
And seen them in their schools.
I've seen men drink and swear and fight
And tear each others eyes;
I've heard them tell for solemn truth. .
The most blasphemous lies;
I've seen men do a thousand things
Too foolish to be told,
And yet they claim to be as wise
AS Solomon of old
In fact, old Solomon himself
Did many a foolish thing;
But people call him very wise
Because he was king.
A king, though he be born fool,
Or stupid as an ass,
Will find his most obedient tools
Among the working class. '
The working men will pass resolves
To put oppression down,
Yet crawl and cringe before the king,
Because he wears crown.
They toll and sweat from morn till night
Until they fill their graves,
To feed pack of titled drones
Who use them their slaves"
Another monkey took the floor,
And thus addressed the crowd:
stIf Darwin's story be correct,
Y gu need not feel so proud
To learn that men were monkeys once;
They act like willing asses,
Who carry burdens all their lives,
AS do the working classes.
Disguised with the rule of kings,
And with their cringing tools,
[ came to free America,
Where boosted freedom rules; 4
Where Yankee Doodles fought and bled
To free themselves from kings;
found that their degenerate sons
w ere ruleu Dy GnleVeS anu flugS-
When knaves and thieves get up fight
To settle their disputes
The working men will rush pell-nell,
And play the human brutes.
The knaves will then divide the gold
The fools divide the lead;
| And then they shoot each other down
Till half the fools are dead
The other half will then go home
And work like willing slaves,
To help to pay the war fraud off,
| And then fill pauper graves.
| When working men were in the field,
And fighting brave and bold,
| The Wall Street thieves, like fiends of hell
Were gambling in gold.
| Men boast of their religion
And boast of their free schools;
But if we monkeys acted so,
They'd say that we were fools;
And I would say the same myself,
In fact, I'd hide my face.
| If we should ever act like men
| I'd cease to own my race.
| feel ashamed to tell you how
| The working men will act;
I scarcely could believe myself,
Until proved the fact
| They spin and weave and make fine things
For lazy drones TO wear,
They pillow, and sow, they reap and NOW,
| And get the smallest snare.
wealth,
With scarcely room for more,
The drones will take and pile it up,
And keep it all in store,
| The working men will stand and gaze,
And raise the silly cry,
| Because we have produced so much,
We've got to starve and die.
And those who neither toll nor spin
| Have plenty and to spare,
| They seem to claim q lawful right
To other peoples share.
Where'er I went, the working men
| Meier stood compact together
But, ruled by knaves, in party droyes,
Made faces at each other.
| When Providence is kind to US,
| And sends abundant fruits,
We don't go round and cry hard times
As do the human brutes.
! We go to work as monkeys should
And gather in our store;
Each monkey gets what he has earned,
| And does not ask for more
But men have quite revised our plan,
They plumber one another;
Each one stealing all he can,
And brother robbing brother.
And then they go to church and pray
For God to give them grace:
IF not, o, Lord, then give us Gold,
Well take that in its place."
| I felt that was out of place
In such a crowd as that;
But knowing that they told the truth,
1 felt little fiat.
The meeting adjourned, 'tsIne die"
| And 1 was left behind,
| To ponder DER what had heard,
About the human kind.
And now my friends, my story ends;
This moral fits the case:
Let the working men COOPERATE
And free the human race.
| COOPERATION leads the way
The only way to freedom
The way to rid the earth of drones,
The world no longer needs 'em.
! SHAKE OFF THE CHAINS that bind you down,
And STAND ERECT like men
And if you stumble by the way.
You'll soon get up again,
| And if we all cooperate
For Labor's true salvation,
| The joyful sound will then resound:
! GA free and happy nation !"