St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1894-05-28
MOURNING OR REJOICING.
IT IS SOMTiMS HA23 } T..
WHICH TO 90.
BUDD REEVE WRITES VERSE.

string District Judson, the
Man to Whom Everybody Fed
Pie-Reeve Plainly Glad of His
g.. Downfall-As to 1.-The Scab."
BUXTON, May 26.-My Dear Readers:
We are told to rejoice with those who
rejoice and mourn With those who
mourn.
Occasionally case arises where duty
is so evenly divided it takes the finest
kind of Il judicial mind to decide which
to do-whether to rejoice or mourn. But
where we are caught in this way. as
long as we have two eyes, the Gospel is
fulfilled by rejoicing out of one and
mourning out of the other that is what
two eyes are given to us for, otherwise
one eye would answer every purpose.
| A few days ago political aerialite
| fell and struck SQuarely in the Repub-
! lican camp. At the same time it did
| the country service instead of an in
| jury. by striking the right man on the
| head and driving him into the ground
clear up to his ears. Now, here is a
case where the country is benefited by
the man being hit. What is my duty, to
rejoice for the country or mourn for the
man? never was a success at address
ing mourners. But on this occasion
l will do the best l can for the
friends of the gentlemani in the ''Shoe
String district" and the memory of the
departed. | do not feel very prosy,
however. and. if botch is made of the
Jn!N III will ha from, thn had n nd q
heart. The remarks are offered more in
the nature of horse radish for spring
tonic than for full meal of meat and
potatoes. Trusting the next time we
meet we will have a more pleasant and
profitable subject, here is to the memory
OF the gentleman who was struck lii the
head:
Oh, why should the spirit of Judsen be mad?
That high old roller, that foxy old lad;
A flash of the silver will light up his eye,
And his spirits are raised by a bottle of rye.
1t is true he has been kicked into the shade
TO enjoy alone the dark record he has made,
But as he looks from his den with leer in
his eye, -
He can say III his heart They have all fed
me pie
The cause of the party this juggler hath
borne.
Is now Wdlklllg DenlnQ all taLtereu anG TORN:
And Republicans wandering in search of
their bread
Are cursing the ground thissdeceiver has
tread.
Roger Allen, whose lot is to SOW and to reap.
Tried 10 follow this goat, but the path was
TOO steep.
Now friends who labored to turn his hard
Are square on his neck aud propose it to
tread.
Prohibs. who are eyeing the kingdom of
Whisky bloats, who're cumming around I'M
forgiven,
The monopolist and farmer, the guilty and
Declare in one voice. Hes contemplate
cuSS''
Fen the squaw on the creek with paint un:
der her eye,
Knows the squacx of this gander from far or
from nigh,
And her memory is filed with his devious
ways,
And the mountains of sin and mischief he's
raised.
| His principles go like the thistle or weed,
| That withers away o let others succeed;
And the good people come, as now we be-
| To approve every word that is here being
told.
Hes slipperier chap than big George has
| been;
lie has seen all the sights that Coon hes
seen:
| lie drinks the same whisky and takes the
same rum,
| And runs bigger deals than that dodger runs
The thoughts we are thinking, all decent
people .hink:
From the viper we are shrinking, they also
do shrink;
| To the hope we are clinging, they also do
cling,
That this is the end of the horrible thing.
He jugsles, but particulars we will not I'M
| fold;
All of his victims have been UNANIMOUSLY
| sold;
They grieve but no wall from their bosom
will come;
If their lips were openedit would strike you
/ dumb.
He juggled them out. and their friends are
Around on the turf with war paint on their
brow.
Driving him in disgrace from his political
! abode,
| And sending him to join trcksters on their
pilgrimage road.
There is hope for the party that discards all
gain
But tho noblest principles. open and plain.
May smiles wreathe its face while singing 9
When following this wolf like surge upon
surge.
The wink of his eye, and change in his
breath,
Have urued hope to sadness and honor te
| death.
Kiching him that has made ten thousand
| glad,
| And why should the spirit of tucson be
mad? rsaz
The subject of the next letter will be
1.-The Scab." BUDD REEVE.