Evening journal., 1890-07-02
LETTERS From The PEOPLE.
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SIN: To be or not to be, that is the
ouestion. whether tbs nobler In the mind
10 suffer the obnoxious presence OF this
nest OF vipers, or make them walk the
plank at one fell swoop. TO take up arms
against this sea Of Democratic Troubles
and bv opposing. end them9 To let the
vgpers die, and live no more, and by that
sleep TO ens the agony to which their
doubts are heirs; and send them to that
undiscovered country from whose bourne
no traveller returns.
pace adown these echoing marble halls
and breathe the lamentations Of my foes.
Sweet incense on the breath of vengeance
driven unto my thirsting sense of dire
revenge against these men, for having
for such length Of time deprived me Of
mine own, my true inheritance.
/ breathe an ether of MahaffY's sighs,
that e'en the physic of the marshal
chair cannot subduei | swim to power
upon poor Feastons tears, and could
have drowned myself upon the voyage
Ger this briny tidel The music of my
antry into Rome is Conrad lamentstion
In deep-set chord of anguish, dire to
hear. 1t floats all trembling on the even
ing breeze The raglngs Of mine anger
through the forests Of his doubts end
bat in certainty of his discontinue, and
drive the trembling limbs to whip the
lowering sky, and cause his star Of des-
tiny to tremble and TO leave Its course
and wane And cen from down the
vista Of our commonwealth methinks |
hear poor Colby's cry Of woe: Woe,
woe to me Unhappy those who put
their trust IN princes, for their trust
but dies within itself, and the aspiring
soul ne'er mounts the throne Of it's de-
sire May Providence his traitorous
heart encase in a consuming Ere as mine
is now; and may he, sleeping in the arms
of power awake to find but poor impo-
tency Woe, woe, wee, unto maj
BY the seven hills Of Rome, and the
200 hills Of this, my native town, the
golden fleece is won. the Argo reaches
port and Jason smiles at the discontinue
OF his foes For four long years
watched. yet watched in vain For four
long years ambition. all uncrowned and
sceptreless was clothed In saekcloth and
ashes awaiting the advent Of it's savior,
our glorious master Light Of the earth
from whose mental aeintillations, the
sun that orb Of day, procures its power
of radiance and reflects his glory unto all
mankind But sweet deliverance came at
last and bold st. Anthony, that mighty
mantle Knight Of Doodle, dubbed on
Sussex sands by the kindly hands
of his majesty, the regal, the illustrious
Horace First-drew the jewel of my
greatness from the watery grave Of
Democratic power and let the light Of
day shine swift upon It, dazzling all my
fees. And now | stand supreme, the
seAesen one Of that great power that
ehapes the destiny OF this great and
goodly land; and seated on the pinnacle
of power, my weary eyes would retro
epective musings End enchanting IL
To what high,estate can man attain
hhis brief, transitory existence rfeA II
leaps fiom poverty to wealth; fI6 H'
potency to power Once | wasf ON i'm
honest contractor-look at poor
Here stand within the precl me now
temple Of my hopes, and n lincts OF tn
It's former lord are st1ne servitors o
splendor Of my geniugf dazzled by tn
tude Of my powerh and the magni
stamps Of my cityh Let me sell tn
makes it's lswsl ~, and care not VII
tar ZoundslJ Odds ends and mol
With a simply, death and lath nails
EpreaS consf wave Of my hand | ca
these DEM formation into the ranks {
can prerge ocratic usurpers Of Republ
built Of ofgrygativel This post office WI
licans n the Republicans, for the Repuk
neverf and by the Republicans II WI
be intended that it shou
thf made Taylor's shop, Al
lease has now expire
At my slightest frown can call b
minions crawling like dogs to my fee
while nv smile Of appreciation is like
little beam Of sunshine breaking throuf
she cloud Of despair and dire unce
tainty The brute rushes in mad ful
upon his victim but the refined sense
cruelty inherent within the breast
such a great politician as myself betrA
the victim with a smile and stabs him
the vitals with a loving kiss Let Il
poor worms crawl on in their respecti
duties and gaze with delight upon b
mirage Of their desert home 'Tw
only serve to sweeten my veng
ance Revenge is like wine
It becomes better by long standin
Shall | spare them2 Never neve
never By the gods Of Rome, MOI
will put my iron heel upon the necks
the brood, and every mothers son
them shall writhe and cry for mercy
will gloat over their misery. / VIII dri
their life blood, and with satisfacti
behold their utter hopelessness-for Bs
Harrison is great and St. Anthony is
chosen prophet
But away with these thoughts.
must do my duty and deal the pound
flesh to every Shylock clamoring at {
door This day will be a memorable {
In the annals OF the city, and the quit
of King street shall run ankle deep
Democratic gore. Harry MAX
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