The representative. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1893-1901, 1894-03-07
A DEMOCRATIC PRAYER.
The National Reformer Offers Sup.
plicatiOns to Grover.


Gratis, high priest Of John Bull and
eonsort of Wallsstreet, great is thy
name throughout all the land. Thou
who seest all things with an eye sim
gle to thy'spurpose; whose domin-
ions reach from ocean to ocean and
whose subjects are as the sands upon
the sea shore. we bow before thee in
humble alteration and acknowledge
cur littleness in thy sight. Look up
on us most worshipful master, as thy
humble servants, ready to do thy will
and receive the crumbs from thy Off
eial table. We ask not for pie-it is
too rich for our blOOd-but, if it
pleases thy highness, 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 off of it, We pray thee
to open our eyes that we way 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 fraZ-
zle, and the windwhiStleth requiem
therein, and we have not the where
withall to renew the patches. We
thank thee, most adOred master, for
thy excellent message, but our stOm-
achs yearn fer 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 o.
pen door of poverty. We know that
thou art great and good, and wise and
just, but we have not the wherewith
al to clothe our children. Yet 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 worshipful mas
ter, to deliver us from our enemies
for they encompass us round about to
our great discomfort. Between the
PopulistS, the mortgages, the taxes
and poverty we are sorely pressed; we
lift up our voices and cry out in dis
tress, and the Populst mocketh at
us in our despair. He runneth his
tongue out of one corner of his mouth
and winketh his eye and saith, "Aha!
told you sop Oh, mighty Cleveland,
who will deliver us from the body of
this torture? Verify we have been
wicked in thy sight, else why gaveth
thou us stone when we asked for
bread, and serpent when we asked
for fish? Verify, our heart sinketh
within US, and the Populists revile
us on every hand. We sell our wheat
at so cents, and 10, the mortgage TAX
eth the SO cents We sell our cotton
for cents, and 10, the taxs swoopeth
down like an eagle from the mountain
and gobbleth it up. We fain would
have ''salted down" our hogs, but the
banker salteth down both us and the
hogs. Our beef, which we thought to
have picked, was picked by the mer-
chants, as we'll as our note for the
balance of our account. We sheared
our sheep, but the lawyer took the
fleece and fleeced US out of cow be-
sides. Whichever way we turn is hell.
Our children are rags, our wife is rags,
and our own clothes are rags; and
verify it appearth that rags are the
legitimate result Of democratic sue
cess. In our anguish of heart, oh,
almighty Grover, we cry out unto
thee. Smite the Populists with a
terrible smite. Soften the hearts of
the bankers that they may put out
little money. Soon the cold, bleak
winds of winter will be over. The
jay-bird will chrip merrily in the ap-
pie tree, and the robin will pour out
the melody of his soul from the top
rail Of our dilapidated fence. Then
the holes in our pants will let in the
gentle zephyrs of the summer, and
gladden. our hearts. Then we will
thank thee for the pants-and the
holes too. Then the patriotic Office
seeker Will come to see US, and with
his silver notes pour sweet consola-
ton into our ears. And when our
listening ear catcheth the sweet
promises he makes our hearts will
leap again with gladness, and we will
sing praises to thy name and shout
aloud for party success. We will
rise up early in the morning and go
forth with gladness in our hearts and
cOrnbread in our stomachs, and sing
thy praises all the day long. And
when evening is come we'll put a tin
rooster in our hat and march in the
procession to thy glory and to thy
success. Yea. we will even carry
tOrchlight and banners, that the peo-
pie shall know that we worship thee
and thee alone. And the POpulist
who stand upon the street cornerand !
mocketh at us, we will laugh to deri- |
sion. Yea, our hearts shall leap with