The Grangeville globe. [volume] (Grangeville, Idaho) 1907-1922, 1918-10-03

Editors Note Our readers have doubt
lessly noticed numerous squibbs, letters, etc.
purpOrting to DEAL more or less, with the III
ture of the present German Emperor; but fol
the most part these productions will hardl,
find a permanent place In our country's liter
ature however we take pleasure In publishing
an epic poem from the pen Of one of our Grange
vile citizens, which for careful thought, verba
accuracy and pleasing rhythm, we feel confiden
has not been excelled, If equalled by any Of TIN
aspirants who have sought to place the Kaiser
In the only permanent position which awaits
him, to-wit: THE CHAIR OF HELL."1
Authors Note The title of the following
poem, with It's conclusion, may appear to some
as hardly consistent with the precepts OF Christ
ian Charity; but If we accept Justice as being
one of the greatest attributes Of Divinity, an6
its meaning, the giving to everyone that which
is his due, we must conclude that the subject
matter Of our poem justifies both its title and
its conclusion, and should not shock the mos
delicate sensibilities.-THE AUTHOR.)
Copyright, 1918)
When Nero died, long years ago
'Tis questioned not, he went below,
And made the journey, 1t is said,
"In flowing robe of scarlet red,"
Which matters not at this late date,
He went below, at any rate.
When he arrived at Satan's court,
He was approached by that old sport,
Who questioned him. with the intent
OF giving up Hells parliament
To him whose rule, or him whose birth,
Had proved the greatest curse on earth.
To Satan's questions, we surmise,
Proud Nero made some odd replies,
And doubtless, too, with wolfish grin
Said, "fiend, there never was a sin,
With which you ever tempted me,
But what did commit for thee;
What have done, you know quite well,
Has earned the highest seat in hell
Then Sirrah show me to the CHAIR,
/ wot 1t liz an honour rare"
Now "Nick," no doubt, was some dismayed
At this bold front, which was displayed
BY Nero; and did tremble too,
As the old Roman bored him through
With eyes like beasts, when In blood thirst
On hapess, living victims burst
"Oh WELL" cried Nick, you need not fout,
There's nothing TO get mad about;
/ will retire. Go take my seat,
That Dais near the greatest heat
ALI hell must know l did my best,
And now deserve some needed rest
But IL you fail me, be 1t known,
From off that chair you will be thrown"
From Eastern Empire thus had come
To hell tyrant, one whose thumb
Had oft been turned towards the ground,
Regardless of protests around,
AS signal for the death of him,
Who had not pleased the butchers whim,
Or for the Christian who had won
In combat with pagan Hun.
Yet this old william, writer's tell,
Was far from favourite in hell
For many times the devils swore
That, never to their pit before,
Had come fiend who made them quail,
From tip of horn to tip of tail,
Like this besotted -tyrant beast,
And damned usurper from the East.
Now Satan had, 1t Is well known,
From highest Heaven once been thrown,
This gave to him knowledge how
Usurpers could be made to bow
To rulers in their own domain
Der which they rightfully should reign,
Free from those nOxious elements
Which bestial, selfish pride ferments,
Then Satan to his neither hell
Retired for rest and breathing spell;
He cogitated on his burns,
Likewise upon the many turns,
His luck had brought to him of late,
Since banished from his chair of state,
AT last he growled, have the plan
Whereby I'll get more hated man
Than that old william over there
Who occupies my royal chair;
For Satan was no fool dye mind,
Though centuries in hell confined;
He knew quite well the world above,
For which he had but little love;
Had watched the rulers of that world
And laughed in gee when one was hurled
Down to his boiling, seething pit
And never once resented 1t,
Till this old bloat came rolling down
Usurped his chair and took his crown.
But as the years went swiftly on,
The time had come to act upon
The scheme which Mick" was heard to swea
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