The Stark County Democrat. [volume] (Canton, Ohio) 1833-1912, 1898-01-13

each fall;
When victorious Roman generals marched
their legions home in state,
With the plunder of the conquered-and the
conquered paid the freight.
Gorgeous were those vast professions rolling
through the streets of Rome;
Mad with joy went all the Romans welcoming
the veterans home.
Gold there was for fifty Klondkes. swiped
from temples of the gods;
Marble statutes by the cart.oad, gems enough
to stone the dogs.
Following chariot cars were Captives damsels
by the hundred score,
Ballet dancers from far harems savage men
and beasts galore,
Millions cheered and yelled and thundered;
shook the earth rs by storm;
All Rome howled-and yet Rome's bowling
after all was not so warm;
For these monster Roman triumphs, at which
not stone was mute,
Couldn't hold Roman candle
When Bryan came to Butte.
| have read of the uprising of the men of Ia
belle France
When Napolean came from Elba, eager for an
other chance.
Marble hearts and frozen shoulders turned the
generals to their chief,
But the people hailed their master with rap
ture past belief
What though France lay stunned and bleed
ing, she arose and got too gay;
What if he had cost her fortunes, still the devil
was to pay.
Though he killed million soldiers and came
back to kill some more,
The survivors stood there ready to give up
their inmost gore;
And they wept and sung and shouted, whoop-
ed and roared in sheer delight,
On their knees they begged, implored him to
pull off another fight
Sure the champion was in training, and in
training couldn't lose;
Thus they danced around and acted as if jag
ged with widest booze.
But the passion that they cherished for this
fiery French galoot
Was as zero to that witnessed
When Bryan came to Butte
have read of Queen Victoria and her diamond
jubilee:
London rose and did the bandsome-it was
something up in G.
Long and glittering the procession-beat old
Barnum's best to DEATH
When the queens on exhibition, even cyclones
hold their breath.
Troops Of white and black and yellow-regi-
ments from east and west
All the glory of Great Britain-pomp until you
couldn't rest.
Russia also cut figure when she crowned her
present car.
In the line of fancy blowouts Russian stock is
up to par.
There were balls and fetes and fireworks, bands
played on and cannon roared;
Monarchy was at the bat, and all their royal
giblets scored,
Add the Moscow show to London's, take the
paralyzing pair
Put the queen and car together, yoke the lion
and the bear
Swell these pageantries of Europe till you geta
dream to suit
But it's pretty small potatoes
When Bryan came to Butte.
Bryan has himself had triumphs, some ova-
tions off and on
Just a little bit the biggest that the sun e'er
shone upon.
You remember the convention in Chicago, do
you not
When the party went to Bryan and the gold
bugs went to pot.
You remember the excitement when he rose
and caught the crowd,
When for fully twenty minutes everybody
screamed aloud.
Oh, the mighty roar of thousands as he smote
the cross OF gold,
As he gripped the British lion in u giants
strangle hold!
Oh, the fury of the frenzy as he crushed the
crown of thorns,
As he grasped the situation, as he held it by
the horns!
Some there were who leaped the benches, some
who stood upon their head,
Some who tried to kick the ceiling, more who
tried to wake the dead.
II shoots the chute
But it wasn't quite a fly-speck--
When Bryan came to Butte.
All, when Bryan came to Butte! greatest min
ing camp on earth;
Where the people dig and delve, and demand
their moneys worth.
Though the Wall street powers despise them
and abuse them like a dog,
Bryan is their friend and saviour and they love
him like god.
Did they meet him when he came there2 Did
they make a little poise2
Were they really glad to see him2 DO you
think it pleased the boys2
Twas the screaming of the eagle as he never
screamed before,
Twas the crashing of the thunder, mingling
with Niagara's roar.
All the whistles were a-screeching, with the
bands they set the pace
But the yelling Of the people never let them
get place.
Dancing up and down the sidewalks, splitting
lungs and throats and ears,
All were yelling, and at yelling seemed wound
up a thousand years.
OF the earth's great celebrations twas the
champion heavyweight,
'Tis the champion of champions for all time
calculate,
For il knocked out all its rivals, and still
standing, resolute,
Punched creations solar plexus-
When Bryan came to Butte.
&C. ii, E., in Anaconda (Mont.) Standard,