The independent. [volume] (Lincoln, Neb.) 1902-1907, 1904-10-20
What he should have
sold.
By +. S. Brown.
Bryan's Farewell

poor houses, insane aSyIumS, Stdte
prisons and suIclues graves, That tue
grim noed washes IN its daily ebb and
now.
All down the ages despotism in va
riOus Iorms has ruled tne world. 1T
toasted at the table OF submission in
the past and gathers ricnes at the toie-
gate OF toierauon at the present. 1t
or peace EVERY time the oppressOr
and oppressed have FLASHED they have
each risen again. Tyrannys legacy to
the world Is degradation. LlDerty's
legacy to man is progress. Justice and
liberty will never cease to fire the
souls OF men, nor greed the tyranny
to struggle for mastery. What is man
If he but feed and sleep, when his necA
is beneath the foot OF the despOt
deched and adorned with the spo.ls OF
his victims industry? Proud hearts
may weep over wrongs. but ignorance
and cowardice alone will worship OPP
preston in any form, and driyeling
sycophants bend the pregnant hinges
OF the knee that thrift may follow
faWning.
Know not what course others may
take; but as for me, I'd rather be a
patriot, loyal to mankind, and
Fling defiance in the face of fate
Than worship knaves in Nails of state.
-s.I!,,d rather be like those s;rebellious
TRAITORS OF 17s7Ds sIrs-~js5s ton.
than to he like those Hessian lire
lings, the cohorts of royal despotism,
xxvh<> ssd
I'd rather be like Robert Emmett who
died on the scaffold, the victim of yalor
and the vengeance of imperial pride,
than ruler of realm that stamps it's
sons of liberty as traitors, if7they dare.
murmur at the mandates of tyranny.
I'd rather be like the Irish Avatar,"
the matchless Henry Gratten, as he
Numbered despotism and plead the
cause OF his people at the British
throne
with. the skill Of an Orpheus to soften
the brute,
With the fire Of Prometheus to kim
die mankind,
Even tyranny listening safe melted
or mute,
And corruption shrunk Sc0rched,
from the glance of his mind
than to be like Lord Castlereagh,
courted and petted by British royalty
bargaining the cause OF his country
T for the fiasteries of the crown
I'd rather be like Andrew Jackson,
hurting his mountainous against the
British army of invasion at New Orr
leans, than like Lord Buckingham lead
ing his tory minions against a young
republic.
I'd rather be like Thomas Francis
Meagher, an exile from his native land
because of his protests against the
British yoke than to be like Lord Kit
chener, giving his life service to the
lmiIitary mandates of the monarchy
! that for centuries has x1atlA the land
Of his nativity groan beneath the bur
den of servitude and toil-slaughtering
the Soudanese and lending his aid in
South Africa to make solitude and
cal 1t peace.
| I honor Maud Come MacBride of
Ireland but | do not feel like singing
an oratorio to the memory of the fam
inc queen of England"
I'd rather be like San Martin and
Simon Boliver, the liberators of South
America, than like. Cortez and Pizaro,
the plunderers of the Aztecs and the
lncas.
I'd rather be like Gomez and Gar
cha, struggling for the independence of
Cuba, than like Weyler and Blanco in
the service of the Castilian crown,
waging a war of desolation against the
just protestations of a people robbed
by heartiess extortion and ruled with
the rod OF IRON
I'd rather be like Kosiusko and Pull
ask, who, when they were vanquished
at home in the struggle to maintain in
dependence, crossed the wide ocean to
where they heard liberty was gather
ing force to herself in the wilderness
and bidding defiance to the crowned
heads of the world; and there giving
the last full measure of devotion
gratis, to the cause of freedom in a
foreign land, than to be like the car
whose iron heel stamped Poland a
Russian province.
I'd rather be like Lafayette and Paul
!, jones' fighting at home and abroad
on land and sea, for the rights of man
than to be like Napoleon and Alexan-
, der. conquering the world to satiate the
. greed of ambition and vain glory.