The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1894-04-03

| EtASeT ~ HhthIEuty tieVetnuhs
Almighty Grover, king of Demo.
Gratis. high priest OF John Bull and
consort OF Wall street. great Ia thy
who seest oil things with an eye single
to thy purpose; whose domlnions
reach from ocenn to ocean, and whose
subjects are ne tho sands upon the sea
shore. we bow before thee In humble
adorstion and acknowledge our little.
ness In thy sight, Look upon us,
most worshipful master, as thy hum
lble servants, ready to do thy will and
receive the crumbs from thy Official
table. We ask not for ple-it Is too
rich for our blood-but II 1t pleases
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
1t is dry and hard. and thy servants In
Congress have gnawed all the meat off
of 1t, We pray thee to open our eyes
that we may DO able to SEQ 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 a frizzle. and
the winds whistleth u requiem therein,
and we have not the wherewith to re-
new the patches.
We thank thee. most adored master,
Istomachs yeHrn for soup. We praise
THY name by day and by night. even
while our children cry for bread; but
the gaunt wolf OF hunger stares at
the open door OF poverty. We know
that thou art great and good, and
w Sc and just but we have not the
wherewith to clothe our children. Yet
lin the midst oil poverty We Sing
praises to thee. oh. Cleveland. and
would again make thee ruler over all
the land. But we pray thee, most
worshipfni master, to deliver us from
our enemies. for they encompass us
round about to our great discomfort.
Between the PopullBts, the mortgages,
be taxes and poverty. We are sorely
pressed. We lift up our voices and
lcry out In distress. and the Populist
IN oGketh at US in our despair. He
runneth his tongue out OF one corner
Iof his mouth, and winketh bis eye and
saiih. AHA! l told you sou Oh.
mighty Cleveland, who will deliver us
from the body of this torture2 Verify.
we have been wicked In thy sight. else
why gavest thou us stone when we
lnsked for bread? and serpent when
we asked for fish? Verify our hearts
lrevile US On every hand. We sell our
wheat at so cents and 10 the mortgage
taketh the so cenis. We sell our co; ton
Iat cents, and 10 the taxes swoopeth
down like an eagle from the mountain
and Robbletb 1t up.
We would fuin have "salted down"
our hogs. but the banker salted down
Iboth us and the hogs. Our beef which
We thought to have picked was
lpickled by the merchant, as well as
Il.ote for the balance OF ocr account
We sheared our sheep, but the lawyer
took the fleece and fleeced us out of
a COW besides. Whichever way we
turn Ii hell. Our children are rags,
Our wife is rags. our own clothes are
tngs and verify 1t appeareth that rags
are the legitimate result OF Democratic
success. In the anguish OF our heart
Ioh, almighty Grover we cry out unto
hee. Smite the Populists with ter
iDle .smile. Soften the hearts of the
bankers that they may put out a
little money, Soon the cold bleak
winds OF winter will be over. The Jay
bird Will chirp merrily In the apple
lmelody OF his eoul from the top rail
of our dilapidated fence. Then the
lholes In our pants will will let in the
gentle Zephyrs OF the summer, and
gladden. our hearts. Then we will
thank thee for the pants-and the
liIoles. too. Tnen the patriotic office
ecker will come to see US and with
his silver notes pour sweet consola-
ton into our ears. And when our
listening ear eatcheth the sweet prom
Uses he makes. our hearts will leap
again with Rladness, and we will sing
praises to thy name and shout aloud
Tor party success.
! We will r.se up carly In the morning
md 90 forth with gladness in our
| cart ard corn bread in our stomachs,
md sing thy praises all the day long.
And when evening is come we'll put a
tin rooster in our hat and march In
he procession to thy glory and to thy
success. Yea, We will even carry a
ltorchlight and banners. that the PEG.
pie ahall know that We worship thee
and thee alone. And the Populist who
stands upon the street corner and
mocketh at US We will laugh to de.
I1sion. Yea, our heart shall leap with
Joy and our souls rise up within us. In
our gladness we will forget the price
Iof wheat. the mortgage. taxes, rags
Everything but the greatness of thy
Iname. And now most gracious
master. take us into thy keeping. Re.
member us to the soup houses and the
rec lunch counter. Send US a few
patches II you have any to spare Suf
leg us TO black your shoes, spit upon
lyour fsh-hait, or to serve you In any
way you see fit, and we shall praise
Tiny name forever and forever. ApIen
4 From the Western New-Yorker. Feb.
Iruary Sth, 1894.