Mexico weekly ledger. (Mexico, Mo.) 1855-1956, 1894-03-01
A SuPPLiCATI0N 10 GR0ytR.
\ kepubi:caa's M0eful Wall TO the
fresidrnt-i ritifaI Prayer.

The following prayer addressed to
President Grover Cleveland by a
Republican, is to say the least.
unique:
Almighty Grover, king of Demo
Gratis, high priest of John Bull and
eensort of Wall Street, great is thy
name throughout all the land. Thou
who seest all things with an eve
single to the purpose; whose domin-
Ions reach from ocean to ocean and
whose subjects are as the sand. .upon
the sea shore, We bow before thee in
humble alteration and acknowledge
our littleness in thy sight. Look up
on Us, most worShipfui master, ,as thy
humble servants, ready to do thy will
and receive the crumbs from thy
official table We ask not for Pie--it
ls.t0O rich fur our hloOd-but, if it
pIeaSes thy highuess, let us lick the
plate where the pie was Oh, most
beloved father, sharpen again our
teeth that We may gnaw on the tariff
bone which thou hast thrown out to
us, for verify it is dry and hard and
! thy servants in congress have gnawed
all the meat II OF it. We pray thee
to open our eyes that we may be able
to see the good time promised, for
verify we are surrounded with the fog
OF low prices and the patches on the
seat OF our pants are worn to friZzle;
and the winds whistleth a requiem
therein and We have not the where
| with to renew the patches. We thank
thee, most adored master, for thy
excellent message, but our stomachs
yearn for soup. We praise thy name
! by day and by night, even while our
children cry 10. bread but the gaunt
wolf of hunger siares at the open
door of poverty. We know that thou
art great and good ,and wise and Just,
but we have not the wherewith to
clothe our children. Vet in the
midst of poverty we sing praises to
thee, Oh, Cleveland ,and would again
make thee ruler over all the land.
But We pray thee, most worshiptul
master, tc deliver Us from all our
enemies for they encompass us round
about to our great discomfort. Be-
tween the Populists, the mortgages.
and taxes and poverty We are sorely
pressed. We lift up our voices and
Cry out in distress, and the Populist
mocketh at US in our dispair. He
runneth his tongue out of the corner
of his mouth and winketh bis eye
and saith, "Aha. [ told you so,"
Oh, mighty Cleveland, who will de-
liver us from the body Of this torture?
Verify we have been wicked in thy
sight, else why gayest thou lis stone
when we asked for bread? and a
lserpent when We asked for fish?
| Verify our heart sinketh within US
and the Populists revile us on every
hand. We sell our wheat for 80
cents, and 10 the mortgage taketh
the 80 cents. We sell our cotton at
/ cents, and 10, the taxes swoopeth
down like an eagle from the noun
tain and gobbleth it up. We would
fain have "salted down" both us
and the hogs. Our beef which
we ought to have picked was
picked by the merchant, as we'll
as our note for the balance Of our
account. We sheared our sheep but
the lawyer took the fleece and
heeced US out of COW besides.
Whichever way we turn is hell.
Our children are rags, our wlte Is
rags, our own clothes are rags and
verify ii appeareth that rags are the
legitimate results of Democratic
5 success. In the anguish OF oul
heart, oh, almighty Grover, we cry
unto thee. Smite the Populists
with terrible smite. Soften the
hearts Of the banker that they may
: put out a little money Soon tht
cold bleak winds Of winter will be
over. The iaybird will chirp merri
" in the apple tree, and the robir
E will pour out the melody OF his sou
from the top rail of our dilapidate'
fence. Then the hole in our pant
: will let in the gentle zephyrs OF tn
Ii summer and gladden. our hearts
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