Tombstone epitaph., 1893-08-23
The Gold Hugs Fasc.

otcou gold pug old ana hoar!,
 Poin ting with his finger westward To the purple clouds of sunset.
 And the gold bug, old and holry, Spake these words to Grover Cleveland :: "Ionder dwells the silver miner
 With his family and children,
 King among his fellow workmen,
 Just as free as God made people.
 He 1t is who we are after;
 Not the farmer and mechanic.
 We already have the latter
 In our clutches, just as surely
 As the sun shall rise tomorrow.
 Take your pen up, Grove Cleveland, Write letter unto Wall street;
 Ask the men whose gold and gold notes We have need of in our business
 How to stop these naughty miners From encroaching on o3r calling, That of lending 10 the farmer
 In the money that is yellow,
 And exacting heaping measure
 From the proceeds of his harvest Straightway then did Grover Cleveland Arm himself with all his cunning, Took his gold pen. diamond pointed, Dipped it in the ink that lately
 Had keen used for better purpose; Took scented piece of paper,
 Drove from out his mind this proverb: : God Almighty hates coward"
 Placed his hand upon the parchment, Penned these words unto his masters: : Come. my fellows and advisers,
 You, from whom I've had my learning, Lot us put our heads together
 And consult our neighbor England What to do in this dilemma"
 Then came back the ready answer: Grover Cleveland, do your duty To the men who hold the lever That can crush to earth the masses And yourself with one slight motion" Then the coward, Grover Cleveland, Cut the cordon that had bound him To the land that boasts of freedom, And surrendered soul and body To the cold and soulless tyrants From whose clutches our foreialhers Tough. and bled to save their children. Then began the greatest battle That the sun had ever l, ,oked on, That our people ever witnessed. All of thirty days it lasted.
 Friends of gold and friends of silver, Friends of slavery and freedom Hurled their shafts until the time came For our country's fate to treu.ble In the balance of betrayal.
 Like the rumbling of an earthquake Came those words that bur ned and
 blasted
 All our hopes of future freedom From the chains oi gold that bound us. Told us that our trusted servants, h collision with the gold bugs, Had upset the constitution And declared in words unquestioned That our flag had been degraded, Ina; our country was in danger, That the people who had made it All that God and man could wish for. Judas-like had been dishonored By their servants, whom they trusted. Then it was that love of country And the thoughts oi those who saved it Forced it's way into the household; Parents talked and children wondered What made father. voice so husky, And their mothers kisses hotter Than they were before the papers Brought the news with big, black
 headings.
 Then from out this gloom and darkness Came vision ss from Heaven: First a cloud with silver lining, Riyeted the eyes of labor, From the shores of the Atlantic To the sands of the Pacific; From tine north unto the south line Of the country God had willed them. Through this chaste and purest vapor, Like a sunbeam in the darkness, Were disclosed three Christian graces, Faith ind Hope and third and greatest, Charity, which, Peter tells us. Covers sins in endless number; Faith, with arms extended outward, With voice that seemed from Heaven Spake these words, which fell like