{"1": {"fulltext": "OY\\nJ. E KELLEY,\\nWITH NOTES.\\nNEW YORK\\nJAMES M. PRYSE,\\n1899.", "height": "2913", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ageofgold00kell_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2812", "width": "1807", "jp2-path": "ageofgold00kell_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "TME\\nAge of Gold\\nBV\\nJ. E. KELLEY,\\nWITH NOTES,\\nNEW YORK\\nJAMES M. PRYSE,\\n1899.\\nu.", "height": "2913", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ageofgold00kell_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "TWO COPIES RECEIVED.\\nLibrary cf Cosigj-esSj\\nOffice of the\\nDEC 9 -1899\\nRegister of CopyrlghfSi\\n51976 y^^^\\nEntered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1899, in the\\nOffice of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington, D. C, by\\nJames M. Prysh.\\nn\u00c2\u00a3C-*0 00?/,\\n%0 \\\\^r- h", "height": "2857", "width": "1827", "jp2-path": "ageofgold00kell_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "FOREWORD.\\nIn presenting this little book to the public it may\\nbe unnecessary to say that literary distinction was\\nnot among the prevailing motives which caused it\\nto be written. Yet, while the author makes no claim\\nto enrollment among the litterateurs of the age, his\\nconstant aim has been to present the thoughts herein\\ncontained in such form as to render the work accept-\\nable in some degree, even from a literary standpoint.\\nTo what extent this has been accomplished must be\\nleft for its readers, if any there may be, to determine.\\nHowever, the very nature of satire precludes an at-\\ntempt to reach the higher and more pleasing forms of\\npoetical composition, even if such had been within\\nthe limits of the author s attainments. Its legiti-\\nmate province is to ridicule folly and to lash vice;\\nto penetrate the veil of hypocrisy that too often hides\\nbeneath its gauzy folds the most hideous debauchery\\nand moral turpitude.\\nThe clumsy ruffian who uses a bludgeon in the\\nstreet is capable of doing but little harm, because his\\nactions are always open to the public gaze and he is\\naccordingly sure to meet such condemnation and\\npunishment as his conduct merits. But the man who\\ndraws the cloak of respectability about him, and as-\\nsumes an air of superfine piety whilst daily perform-\\ning acts which from their occult nature cannot read-\\nily be detected, and which by their far-reaching in-\\nfluence bring untold miseries upon his fellow-man, is\\n.the one to be watched and feared. This, then, is\\nth6 class whom I have assailed. Men who obtained\\nexalted positions by the making of fair promises;\\nbut who, after they were safely in possession of the\\ndesired object, regarded common humanity only as\\nlegitimate stepping-stones to be used as the will or", "height": "2913", "width": "1802", "jp2-path": "ageofgold00kell_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "caprice might direct in reaching the goal of their am-\\nbitions.\\nIf by this work I succeed, even though it be in a\\nvery limited measure, in assisting to call public at-\\ntention to the evil influences of men and measures\\nwhich are now bearing heavily upon a very large and\\nworthy class of citizens of the republic, I shall feel\\namply repaid for my undertaking. On the other\\nhand, I disclaim any intention of malice or revenge.\\nWhile I have felt called upon to deal in personalities\\nto some extent, persons have been referred to only in\\ntheir public careers, and never as to their private\\ncharacters, or in matters in which the public were\\nnot interested.\\nSo far as the style is concerned, indeed, it may be\\nstated that verse was selected for this composition\\nnot because of any literary excellence that might re-\\nsult from its use, but because, in the estimation of the\\nauthor, it afifords a much easier means of condensing\\nthought than prose, and while its points may be\\nsharper, it is less liable to lacerate in its application.\\nAs to the charge that may be made, and which has\\nalready been made against the first, the private edi-\\ntion, that I have attacked religion, my answer is that\\nI have not attacked religion, but the lack of it, in\\nthose often making the loudest claims in its profes-\\nsion. Few persons have more respect for true re-\\nligious piety than the author, or more contempt for\\nthe hypocrite who hides his true character beneath\\nthe cloak of sanctity. Against the former I wage no\\nwar; as to the latter, I consider it the duty of every\\ngood citizen and Christian to expose false pretense\\nwhen opportunities present themselves. And, lastly,\\nif I have attacked men in high official positions, it is\\nbecause of their perfidious treachery and the evils\\nthat come to common humanity as a result.\\nFlandreau, South Dakota. J. E. Kelley.", "height": "2857", "width": "1827", "jp2-path": "ageofgold00kell_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "PREFACE.\\nLet war s red flame a peaceful land invade,\\nLet fiends complete the wreck that war has made\\nLet demons fell its every action guide,\\nLet friends prove false and conquering foes deride\\nBut still more cursed is the unhappy land,\\nThat prostrate lies beneath its own foul hand\\nWhose opiate draughts that paralyze the will\\nAnd daze the mind, it did itself distill\\nThat rests L erene beneath a magic spell,\\nWhose deep delusion fondles but to fell\\nAnd thus in revelry sinks down to earth,\\nClose to the verge where earthquakes have their\\nbirth.\\nO, mortal even now behold the dyes\\nWhose shadows cloud your own congenial skies\\nAnd if you still retain a steady glance.\\nThe rest will yet appear as we advance,\\nAnd as the curtain folds are swung on high,\\nApproach and view it with the naked eye.\\nAnd to the firm of heart, a word with you,\\nWho know what wrongs exist, and feel them too\\nYes, you ye favored ones, to whom tis given,\\nTo see the depths that lie twixt hell and heaven\\nWhose vision still undimmed can boldly scan\\nAlike the good and evil deeds of man\\nTis yours to judge of what I picture here.\\nTo say if this be true or that severe\\nTo pass upon the whole in calm review,\\nAnd judgment give as justice deems it due.\\nThe Author.\\nFlandreau, S. D., January 2, 1899.", "height": "2928", "width": "1752", "jp2-path": "ageofgold00kell_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "PRELUDE.\\nWhen God s creative fiat did ordain\\nThe universe the purpose, it is plain.\\nAs searchingly this mundane sphere we scan\\nThe highest order of the work was man,\\nA being raised to heaven s infinite state,\\nOf earth s unnumbered hosts, proud potentate.\\nAnd thou bright firmament, thou star-lit night.\\nWith glorious orbs that roll in endless flight.\\nThou shalt dissolve like glistening drops of dew,\\nTill myriad suns and worlds take birth anew\\nBut indestructible still man shall be\\nEndowed to live in immortality.\\nThou being strange thou still of unsolved fate\\nThou, like the sea, so fathomless and great\\nThy thoughts as boundless are the depths of night\\nUnfold to thee; yon starry isles of light\\nThou measurest, and as each disappears.\\nIts course thou dost survey through unborn years.\\nYet what art thou thus deemed of heavenly birth\\nWhat hand with devastation fills the earth\\nAnd dims bright lives on which God s sunshine bent?\\nIs this as nature planned? its true intent?\\nFix, you who can, within the bounds of space,\\nThe true relations of this Godlike race.\\nThis high-born monarch of the land and sea,\\nEarth s link with heaven, approaching deity", "height": "2857", "width": "1827", "jp2-path": "ageofgold00kell_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "THE AGE OE GOLD.\\nIn all the honest censures I have brought,\\nI have but freely uttered what I thought;\\nAnd those who claim I hold the rod too high,\\nEven they in secret think the same as I.\\nBoileau,\\nPART FIRST.\\nHere by Potomac s dark expansive breast,\\nWhere sacred memories, long forgotten, rest\\nI pause beside the scenes I still hold dear.\\nAttend to what I see and what I hear\\nI pause to contemplate the lofty plan,\\nThis splendid project in the cause of man.\\nTwas here, amidst the scenes beneath my eyes.\\nThe world astounded first saw man arise.\\nCast off the deadly weight of centuries past,\\nAnd stand before the world supreme at last.\\nYes here, removed from every vicious snare.\\nWhich time accumulates and man is heir\\nWhere nature scattered with a lavish hand\\nHer rarest gems profusely o er the land;\\nWhere attributes divine to men were given.\\nTo raise the plane of earth still nearer heaven\\nAnd every element as one combined\\nTo crown with happiness, and bless mankind.\\nOh, scenes delightful first of nature choice.\\nWhere angels might endure and men rejoice;\\nWhere first creation gave to mortal view\\nAn earthly gem in full ethereal hue\\nSo grand, so beautiful to eye and ear,", "height": "2928", "width": "1752", "jp2-path": "ageofgold00kell_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "8 THE AGE OF GOLD.\\nThat e en the nymphs of heaven might linger here,\\nCombining all in one harmonious plan,\\nTo crown at length as blest unhappy man.\\nBut is it thus? Nay, mortal, dream no more;\\nGo view the scenes along Atlantic s shore;\\nWhere cities flourish and where men decline,\\nWhere wealth accumulates and hearts repine;\\nWhere trade s proud monarchs hold majestic sway.\\nAnd servile statesmen tremblingly obey;\\nWhere pliant knaves proclaim in- tones of awe\\nThe sacred purpose of each bribe-passed law\\nWhere monstrous wrong in tinselled garb arrayed\\nIn triumph o er the land walks undismayed;\\nPollutes the social frame, pervades the air,\\nTill even nature s self seems outraged there.\\nRemembered patriots, ye statesmen past,\\nWho fondly turned your eyes and looked your last\\nWhose silent lips breathed prayers till closed in\\ndeath.\\nWhose country claimed your cares till parting\\nbreath\\nWho saw beside Potomac s widening stream,\\nA future glory in its morning gleam\\nWho saw a grateful world in homage bow\\nBefore Columbia s bright and spotless brow\\nAnd who had hopes that man could still be just,\\nWhen freed from his fell dower of ancient lust\\nWhere all life s cruel wrongs at length should cease.\\nAnd man at last could live and die in peace\\nAh, visions born to fade! deceptive dreams,\\nFalse light, whose glories shed no chastening beams\\nWhy bid the sons of earth to hopes aspire,", "height": "2857", "width": "1827", "jp2-path": "ageofgold00kell_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "THE AGE OF GOLD. 9\\nOrdained for beings blest and realms far higher\\nWhy tempt proud man to view ethereal light,\\nThus feeling hell, with heaven revealed to sight\\nCould not the failures of mankind before\\nTeach the aspiring soul to hope no more?\\nBehold yon polished domes whose towers rise,\\nAdorn the land and glorify the skies\\nWhose pealing bells but agitate the air.\\nAnd mock the crowds that once they called to prayer;\\nWhere learned men with calm presumption trace\\nBright whirling worlds and suns through heavenly\\nspace.\\nAnd prove that all who reach that happy sphere,\\nMust undergo a short damnation here\\nMust feel the common curse, the lot of all.\\nAnd share, as mortals, Adam s primal fall.\\nSuch is religion now, aye, such tis made.\\nAs bends to each device of varying trade\\nDeadens the conscience and congeals the heart.\\nAnd sinks by slow degrees to polished art.\\nYes, such it is, unlike that blissful hour,\\nEre man man s weakness learned, or gold its power;\\nEre yet this land of usurers could trace\\nOne veteran chieftain of that Godless race\\nThat race decreed by fate s unerring aim\\nTo love no country and no flag to claim.\\nOh, God! the mother cried, pressing her lips to the cold\\nbrow of the baby, hungry no more. Baby, why did you\\nleave me, you poor, poor little thing?\\nA woman in black, standing beside her, said: She asked\\nfor help, but the relief people did not send it to her. Her\\nhusband is a good man, but he has no work. Mrs. Linskey\\nneeds food. Chicago Times-Herald.", "height": "2928", "width": "1752", "jp2-path": "ageofgold00kell_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "10 THE AGE OF GOLD.\\nGrim Shylock s heirs to all his instincts true,\\nWho to his time-proof plans add touches new\\nAnd by sharp instruments through man can draw\\nFrom earth its sustenance, by terms of law\\nWho know not heaven nor hell, nor time nor space,\\nNor care if nations fall or hold in place\\nDead to all virtues by which mortals claim\\nA binding link to Heaven s eternal flame\\nThis is the sort of men, yes, such as these.\\nWhom statesmen serve and churchmen learn to\\nplease;\\nWho donate princely to the common weal.\\nAs public requisites to what they steal\\nTrained financiers, who cash exchange for wares,\\nAlike, if purchasing champagne or prayers\\nWho seek religion but its power to gain.\\nAs burdened beasts serve best when held in rein.\\nOh, Christian faith how once I loved thy grace.\\nUnsullied as the realms of virgin space\\nWhilst thou wert free to guide the soul aright.\\nFrom earthly darkness to ethereal light\\nAnd even now from thee I sadly part.\\nWhom many a former tie bound to my heart\\nYet, as the stern command I thus obey,\\nI but advance where justice leads the way;\\nAnd sternly now I thrust the veil aside,\\nWhich shelters wrong and is with knaves allied;\\nThat veil which hides beneath its magic fold.\\nThe all-pervading powers of guilty gold\\nThose powers which o er the world their shadows\\ncast,\\nThat dim the present and debased the past.", "height": "2857", "width": "1827", "jp2-path": "ageofgold00kell_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "THE AGE OF GOLD. 1 i\\nAnd thou, hypocrisy, so warm to embrace,\\nDisguised usurper on the throne of grace;\\nAs sure to please the soul as to betray\\nThe loveliest nymph of heaven s divinest ray;\\nThat lurks beneath the plain of open strife,\\nAnd rankles through the veins of social life\\nWhat monstrous schemes each new-born day pre-\\npares,\\nWhile Hanna kneels and Morgan leads in prayers\\nAnd all the merry Wall Street hosts combine\\nTo worship Mammon at a Christian shrine\\nCould all the deeds of ages ^one before,\\nThe dreams of lust, or Shylock s plans for more,\\nSurpass in perfidy this modern plan.\\nThat kneels to Mammon and despises man?\\nHad George the Third remained in substance still,\\nHad Washington and Greene performed his will\\nHad Henry s eloquence and wit combined\\nAs earthly agents to subdue mankind,\\nHad all united in one vital blow,\\nCould all have sunk to depths so vile and low?\\nAh no, Columbia, not a world combined\\nCould thus destroy thy nobleness of mind\\nHad not the hands thou trusted proved untrue,\\nAnd in a treacherous hour consented too.\\nIf we reformers can find no basis of agreement as to what\\nis to be done, while the industry and the moral well-being of\\nthe entire nation are massacred by a single trust, then Nero\\nfiddling while Rome burned is a paragon of innocence in\\ncomparison with ourselves. The fury of the reckoning may\\ntear all our programmes to shreds and the people be saved by\\nfire and suffering unspeakable. Professor tierron, Dec. 15,\\n1898.\\nJ. Pierpont Morgan is at the head of the trust referred to.", "height": "2928", "width": "1752", "jp2-path": "ageofgold00kell_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "12 THE AGE OF GOLD.\\nO, Liberty that child thou gavest birth,\\nWhen first thou deign dst to stoop from heaven to\\nearth\\nAnd nursed by elements, thou madest free,\\nShould wander now estranged, unknown by thee;\\nYea, on that youthful brow e en now appears\\nThe settled vices of a thousand years\\nYet such the means upon which wrong relies.\\nTo warp the judgment and deceive the eyes;\\nArrayed in all the innocence of youth.\\nEach aged falsehood seems a giant truth;\\nInvades the pulpit, and perverts the stage,\\nIn all the flourish of this maddening age\\nTill all new triumphs won new hopes inspire.\\nConceived in sin and fed by self-desire.\\nWhere then, alas, O truth! where shall we go?\\nSince cognate streams alternate rise and flow.\\nAlike from Christian and agnostic source,\\nAnd spread a leaven o er each deadly course.\\nCould not the sacredness of creeds combined\\nPreserve religion from this monstrous kind?\\nFrom hypocrites who siren-like entice,\\nAnd sing of virtue but to shelter vice?\\nBut say, have Christians sunk to depths so low\\nThat none are found to stay the withering blow\\nArise, ye churchmen, ye brave pulpiteers\\nYe veteran guardians of those heavenly spheres\\nIs he religious, such as here bestows\\nThe sceptre s power upon religion s foes?\\nCan pious minds a double course pursue,\\nBow to the shrine of Christ and Mammon too?", "height": "2857", "width": "1827", "jp2-path": "ageofgold00kell_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "THE AGE OF GOLD. 1 3\\nYe sacred souls, with every grace veneered,\\nKneel to that brazen god which greed has reared\\nNor dare to breathe the name religion here,\\nThat to mankind of yore was doubly dear.\\nEnough that hellish schemes you calmly view,\\nWhich rob the many to enrich the few\\nWhich give to princely wealth its ill-gained store,\\nWhile outraged labor pleads from door to door.\\nOrdained, you say, that thus the world should be?\\nThat rich and poor, of high and low degree,\\nEach one but meets the measure of his state,\\nBy nature sanctioned and decreed by fate?\\nNo, no believe not that a world so true,\\nFrom glowing sunburst to a drop of dew.\\nWas thus conceived by heaven in fierce intent,\\nA place of misery and punishment.\\nAs well might Satan claim with equal grace\\nTo him all-ruling God resigned his place;\\nTransformed creation till from heaven fell\\nThe withering essence of eternal hell.\\nAs thus to say this depth of human woe\\nCould from a cause designed by nature flow.\\nTis man, not nature, from which barriers rise,\\nLord Bryon:\\nWas it not so, great Locke? and greater Bacon?\\nGreat Socrates? And thou Diviner still,\\nWhose lot it is by man to be mistaken.\\nAnd thy poor creed made sanction of all ill?\\nAs it is necessary in these times to avoid ambiguity, I say\\nthat I mean by Diviner still, Christ. If ever God is man\\nor man God he is both. I never arraigned his creed, but\\nthe use or abuse made of it. Mr. Canning one day quoted\\nChristianity to sanction negro slavery, and Mr. Wilberforce\\nhad little to say in reply.", "height": "2928", "width": "1752", "jp2-path": "ageofgold00kell_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "14 THE AGE OF GOLD.\\nThat hide the sunshine and congeal the skies\\nReversed the order till those isles of light\\nRain down the shadows of Plutonian night\\nO, mortal thing, of self-consuming fires,\\nThat flashes for an instant and expires\\nBut still I pause before I turn the page\\nTo other glories of this Christian age\\nThis humble tribute to pronounce on you.\\nWho preach religion in its precepts true\\nYes, you who stand for justice and for right;\\nWho hurl defiance in the face of might,\\nThe weak s defenders, the inveterate foes\\nOf all the baneful arts these times disclose\\nYour names shall live upon the loftiest height.\\nWhen creeds and dogmas shall have sunk from\\nsight\\nWhen light shall darkness from the world dispel,\\nWhen truth returns and falsehood bids farewell\\nWhen man to man as brothers true shall be.\\nAnd right shall reign and all the world be free.\\nRev. Thomas Ducey:\\nWith the blessing of God, the day is not far distant, I be-\\nlieve, when the rights of the masses will be the battle-cry of\\nevery true minister of the Christian faith. I trust that what\\nI have said, and the authorities I have quoted, will cause\\nother men in the Catholic clergy to immediately join me in my\\nfight against wrong, injustice, oppression, and all those other\\nevils which press heavily upon the multitudes.", "height": "2857", "width": "1827", "jp2-path": "ageofgold00kell_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "THE AGE OF GOLD. I 5\\nPART SECOND.\\nO, proud Columbia patriots blessed the hour\\nWhen first thy star attained meridian power,\\nRose to the zenith in the world s new time,\\nAnd flashed across the globe a ray sublime\\nThe quickening pulse of all mankind then rose\\nFrom parched Equator to the Arctic snows\\nAnd from the Occident to the Orient bowers,\\nThe throbbmg world with one acclaim was ours\\nThe world which saw our hallowed emblem rise\\nFrom freedom s mountains to eternal skies\\nAlas, alas how changed the aspect now\\nBehold distress upon a once fair brow\\nThe fretted brain, the nervous, weary frame.\\nThe flash of virtue and the blush of shame\\nThe soul s high impulse trampled in the dust\\nA dreadful judgment, yet a judgment just;\\nThe spectral vision of a soul once free,\\nIn bondage writhing by its own decree\\nThe drooping eyelid, and the heart within,\\nThat beats and burns, and yet resigns to sin.\\nAll this, nay more, nor tongue nor pen reveals\\nOne glimpse of what the soul in anguish feels\\nA maid unsullied as the morning ray,\\nAnd wooed by him who wins but to betray\\nHer false seducer clasps her to his arms.\\nExtols her virtues and portrays her charms\\nImprints upon her lips the burning kiss.\\nTo seal the future in connubial bliss\\nTill all too late her sanguine nature feels", "height": "2928", "width": "1752", "jp2-path": "ageofgold00kell_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "1 6 THE AGE OF GOLD.\\nThe horrors of the fate which truth reveals\\nBut he, false one, no more in mask arrayed,\\nBut makes his terms, and has his terms obeyed\\nWhile his poor victim, now all undeceived,\\nBelied by many and by few believed,\\nHer steps retracing childhood scenes to view,\\nAnd with her former friends fond ties renew.\\nMaiden, alas who on false hopes relied.\\nBetrayed by tempter and by friends denied\\nShe falters but the lost what can restore\\nShe sinks and rises to the world no more\\nColumbia, such thy guardians, even these.\\nWho woo and win, and taint by slow degrees\\nDeclare affection with a Judas kiss.\\nAnd plan destruction while they talk of bliss\\nThose monstrous hybrids, of the hellish kind.\\nHuman in form and hideous ghouls in mind\\nAdepts in vice and skilled in magic arts.\\nPrayers on their lips, and poison in their hearts\\nThese fell destroyers, who usurp all power.\\nWho rule and ruin, for the passing hour\\nWho work the miseries of human kind.\\nTo pleadings deaf, and to presentments blind\\nIn temperament serene, in tones precise.\\nDeclare for virtue while they practise vice\\nCongressman Amos Cummings:\\nWealth now raises its brazen front to terrify all who ven-\\nture to question its supremacy. Want, if it does not obey its\\nmandate, is threatened with greater want. Destruction, hu-\\nmiliation, and finally death follow in its wake. Millions in\\na day made by a government pawnbroker is hailed as a great\\nachievement, while honest wages are deplored as an intoler-\\nable burden upon the savings of the pawnbroker.", "height": "2857", "width": "1827", "jp2-path": "ageofgold00kell_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "THE AGE OF GOLD.\\nT7\\nTo such we bow and Heaven alone can know\\nHow thou in fathomless depths hast fallen so low\\nO. for a Jackson if but for an hour,\\nTo hurl corruption from its vested power;\\nStrike down those vampires, who with despot hand.\\nSpread vice and ruin o er a happy land.\\nAnd wave that starry flag from sea to sea,\\nAbove a land fore er content and free\\nAnd are there none to raise the standard now\\nAmong the trophies on Columbia s brow?\\nCan none be found to check bold Mammon s sway?\\nHave truth and right and manhood passed away?\\nArise, ye sons of long-forgotten sires,\\nEre yet your birthright with a groan expires\\nExpose the baseness of bold ShyloCk s reign,\\nAnd prove that patriots have not lived in vain\\nTear off that flimsy mask of gilded grace.\\nThat veils hypocrisy s foul, awful face;\\nAnd teach the world that truth, however frail,\\nShall over gilded falsehood still prevail.\\nBehold the statesmen who strut forth to-day,\\nSo finely moulded, yet how base the clay\\nCompare McKinley with our statesmen past,\\nCan he with Jackson or Monroe be classed?\\nAs well call eagles from their lofty flight,\\nTo mate with owls and hoot the livelong night\\nOr claim the lavas of Vesuvius flowed\\nFrom yonder knoll that stands across the road\\nAs place McKinley by a statesman s side.\\nWhose courage triumphed, who on truth relied.\\nTrue, statesmen of to-day require no skill,", "height": "2928", "width": "1752", "jp2-path": "ageofgold00kell_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "I 8 THE AGE OF GOLD.\\nNor wit nor wisdom, fortitude or will\\nJust sense enough a minor part to play,\\nLook wise or solemn, sorrowful or gay,\\nJust as required, as farce can sometimes be\\nPlayed to the limits of a wide degree\\nThe stars, of course, the leading parts control,\\nMake up behind the scenes, and guide the whole\\nThe audience look on most wondrous wise\\nApplauds each actor to the vaulted skies.;\\nYes, hails each new device with solemn awe.\\nAnd gives each trick the binding force of law.\\nO, wondrous plan complete in every part\\nThat blurs the vision or betrays the heart\\nFrom either source the same result must flow,\\nFor statesmanship to knaves or fools to go.\\nObserve the mighty and the weak obey\\nThe stern commands of Hanna s magic sway\\nAlike the vampires and the victims boast;\\nThe robbed and robbers form one joyous host;\\nProclaim him great, prolong the glad refrain,\\nDeclare him chieftain of the gold-bug train.\\nYe gods what wonders now bedim our eyes,\\nSince Hanna as a statesman cleaves the skies?\\nAssumes the toga once which Thurman wore,\\nWhere Webster sat and Hayne in days of yore.\\n(Extract from President McKinley s message to Congress\\nupon the sinking of the Maine.\\nI have directed that the finding of the Court of Inquiry\\nand the views of this Government thereon be communicated\\nto the government of her majesty the Queen, and I do not\\npermit myself to doubt that the sense of justice of the Span-\\nish nation will dictate a course of action suggested by honor\\nand friendly relations of the two governments.", "height": "2857", "width": "1827", "jp2-path": "ageofgold00kell_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "THE AGE OF GOLD.\\nO, Hanna Hanna from the scene depart\\nLet not that flattering dream delude your heart,\\nNor tempt Dame Fortune, in an adverse hour,\\nTo prove thy frailties and to blast thy power.\\nReturn, I pray you, to the scenes again,\\nWhere first you triumphed o er your fellow men;\\nNor hazard thus your fame within that zone,\\nSo true, so bright, complete and all your own.\\nMake sure the ground ere yet you venture o er\\nThose paths unknown, untrod by such before\\nBe true to instinct and survey the field,\\nEre you, by one rash act, those glories yield.\\nNot less a hero he who holds his head.\\nThan he who strews the ground with valiant\\ndead;\\nPreserve thy prestige, man of might and main\\nWhile servile men submit and dollars reign\\nTake heed while yet those laurels deck thy brow.\\nNor think a wild Cassandra warns thee now.\\nBut still aspiring to a statesman s part,\\nThough spoiled by nature and untaught by art\\nThere are those features on which all agree\\nWhile Mammon rules, that ruler thou shouldst be.\\nThou most decisive of the Wall Street clan.\\nIn mind resourceful and unique in plan\\nNor doubtful balances of wrong or right\\nDisturb the measure of thy soul s delight.\\nProceed, then, Hanna, to apply thy rules,\\nThe classic precepts of satanic schools\\nThose schools by thee extolled in maddening rage,\\nThough shunned by patriot, denounced by sage;\\nWhose foul philosophy pollutes the mind,\\nAnd spreads a burning taint o er all mankind.\\n19", "height": "2928", "width": "1752", "jp2-path": "ageofgold00kell_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "2 THE AGE OF GOLD.\\nO, age of wonders though to ponderous size\\nThose new-hatched schemes to full proportions rise\\nNow Rothschilds and McCook their innings take,\\nThe world applauds, while nations form the stake\\nThe game proceeds behold the startling trick,\\nHow apt the gamesters play the golden brick;\\nWhile sly McKinley can with magic lore,\\nAll truth despise and every wrong deplore\\nExplain all subjects and conceal all facts.\\nDeny by language what he proves. by acts.\\nHim let all lovers of the peace commend,\\nA foe to bullets, yet to bonds a friend\\nIn peace he counselled Cuba to remain\\nYes, e en the monstrous peace enforced by Spain\\nBehold the crew that fill each White-house nook\\nQuay, Hanna, Elkins and the meek IMcCook\\nThat godless band of boodlers who can see\\nBut dollar marks on all eternity;\\nWho thirst for wealth, as cannibals for gore.\\nWhose souls one passion yield to swell their store;\\nWho view the lands of vanquished Spain to find\\nWhat flame and sword and rapine left behind\\nStill, still Cain s deadly curse glares from it place\\nIn full perfection o er that hapless race\\nFrom the Army and Navy Register:\\nThe crime of February 15 and it stands forth as the crime\\nof the century which is closing is the issue which concerns\\nthis country first and foremost in its dealings with the Span-\\nish government. Any attempt to shelve it is a lasting dis-\\ngrace, and further effort to deal with the subject in terms\\nwhich appeal to Spanish honesty and justice and conscience is\\ncriminal folly.\\n(See extract from President s message upon the sinking of\\nthe Maine on page 18.)", "height": "2857", "width": "1827", "jp2-path": "ageofgold00kell_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "THE AGE OF GOLD. 21\\nO fiends incarnate ply your hellish trade,\\nFit followers of Spain s red reeking blade\\nOr yet, more shocking still, if such can be,\\nThe awful scourge of Weyler s foul decree;\\nProceed, ye harpy-like, and glut your greed\\nUpon that ghastly field where vultures feed\\nBut shall we thus obey, and always bow\\nBefore such men as rule this nation now?\\nStand sponsor for their deeds, or yet believe\\nThieves, thugs and gamblers who themselves de-\\nceive?\\nSupport each party hack whose soul is cursed\\nBy every vice which hell in turn has nursed\\nWho platforms make, as fishermen their nets.\\nTo catch the suckers and to pay their debts\\nBelieve not thus, not all their gilded show\\nShould long restrain the dread impending blow\\nNor all the power usurped neath yonder dome\\nShall rear beneath that flag a second Rome\\nPART THIRD.\\nI stood within a city, shut from view.\\nWhere stately outlines dusky shadows threw\\nAnd neath the glimmer of electric glow,\\nI saw sad pallid faces come and go.\\nI viewed their thin-clad forms, their keen intent,\\nContending fiercely as they swayed and bent\\nAgainst a furious storm. Snow filled the air,\\nThe marble walls alone looked calm and fair.\\nThe far-off murmur of the advancing surge", "height": "2928", "width": "1752", "jp2-path": "ageofgold00kell_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "2 2 THE AGE OF GOLD.\\nA deep refrain sang to the storm-king s dirge.\\nThere was a charm unreal in the scene,\\nAs things of which we read, that once had been\\nEach high fantastic ledge still rose on ledge,\\nAs if twere sculptured by the storm s keen edge.\\nThe city was transformed. Great columns reared\\nTheir towering heads, and here and there appeared\\nWhite phantom forms a warning of the night;\\nAnd even there in that array of might\\nDid nature sport with man, made visible\\nBy gewgaws wrought, and forms so beautiful.\\nI stood there, all unconscious for the time,\\nEntranced, as twere, by visions most sublime;\\nA panorama seemed to pass, and there\\nAppeared to me beneath the brilliant glare\\nOf light, as back the clouds of centuries rolled.\\nThe world in pantomime, the great of old.\\nI saw their palaces before me rise.\\nTheir polished domes rose towering to the skies\\nTheir banquet-halls and banqueters were there,\\nThe proud patrician and the gay and fair\\nYes, Caesar, Cicero the immortals all\\nWho Rome exalted, and who wrought its fall\\nThe poor, by tyranny soul-burdened, bent.\\nHearts sunk to desperation, wrung and rent\\nProud armies marched o er many a blood-stained\\nfield.\\nWhere men like falling grain their lives did yield\\nYet every age seemed to repeat the last,\\nAnd wrong held boundless sway o er all the past.\\nThus unperceived I viewed for one brief hour\\nFame s emptiness, man and his earthly dower.\\nIt was a sight most strange at such a time", "height": "2857", "width": "1827", "jp2-path": "ageofgold00kell_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "THE AGE OF GOLD. 2 3\\nWhat could it mean in this our age and clime?\\nTheir triumphs and their joys, the tears they wept,\\nWith them, for centuries, in peace have slept;\\nTheir hoary battlements time swept away,\\nOf them the good alone survives their day.\\nThe storm had ceased. The night was now far gone,\\nAnd o er the scene the moon serenely shone;\\nThe winds were still, and all was calm as death.\\nAnd Heaven s bright stars looked down on all be-\\nneath\\nThe multitude I saw at eve had tied.\\nAnd seemingly it was a city of the dead.\\nNo movement v/as apparent now but snows\\nFrom Arctic worlds held magic sway, and rose\\nIn forms sublime the art of nature s hand.\\nTwas like a field of statuary grand\\nAs any dream of art. When near I drew\\nTo scan more closely one, there to my view\\nA human face and form forlorn appeared\\nWhere stately buildings heavenward were reared,\\nAnd there in quest of shelter from the night.\\nThe weary footsteps ceased, the soul took flight\\nThe form was woman s, but.no longer now\\nIn bloom of youth, for on that placid brow.\\nStill fair in death, was time s unerring trace\\nBut time nor fate not wholly could deface\\nThe beauty God had given her. If pain\\nWas measured out to her no trace was seen.\\nSave premature she seemed in age. What were\\nHer thoughts in that dread hour of bleak despair,\\n1 he grave still holds a secret but tis known", "height": "2928", "width": "1752", "jp2-path": "ageofgold00kell_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "24 THE AGE OF GOLD.\\nShe stood amidst the storm serene, alone\\nNor mark of inward strife or grief was there,\\nBut resignation s calm, the quiet air\\nOf one who saw beyond the grave surcease\\nOt all earth s cares and woes a soul at peace.\\nYou ask what was the past? who had she been?\\nI only know her garments, worn and thin,\\nBespoke a need remorseless, and thus driven\\nFar ventured out. Her eyes upraised to heaven\\nThere showed that she had felt the tyrant s rod,\\nAnd what the world denied she asked of God.\\nThe night watch now his weary round pursued,\\nAnd found the lifeless waif when next I viewed\\nWhere lay the human statue, it was gone\\nDeath gave a home, though living she had none.\\nUpon my mind the scene was so impressed\\nWith such deep sense of wrong, it could suggest\\nBut dreams fantastic, woven by despair.\\nWhat monster s hand could such a fate prepare.\\nLet, time, the avenger of all wrongs, declare.\\nI passed in contemplation from the place.\\nFor much I saw and felt in that brief space\\nBut so engrossed my mind was by the sight\\nWhich met my eyes, the scenes of that dread night\\nWere like a phantasm, and I seemed to feel\\nA sense of apprehension all was real\\nThat which I saw about me was the same\\nAs in the olden time the sin and shame\\nSo woebegone appeared the hapless lot\\nOi many, they seemed by heaven and man forgot\\nMy course I then pursued past square and park,\\n(For this was the great city of New York.)", "height": "2857", "width": "1827", "jp2-path": "ageofgold00kell_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "THE AGE OF GOLD. 25\\nAnd music then I heard, as from afar,\\nAnd light auroral dimmed the morning star.\\niVIy memory then recalled what had been told\\nOf banquet offerings to the Age of Gold\\nAnd now approaching near, I entered there,\\nUnseen at this late hour, and unaware.\\nWithin the hall where viands rich were spread.\\nThe splendors of fantastic worlds were shed.\\nAll beauteous and bright; the depths of joy,\\nThe ecstacies of bliss nor to annoy\\nThe guests no wayward thought of those outside\\nIntruded, and none other there unbid\\nApproached to mar the flow of pleasure. There\\nThe nation s chief sat as a banqueter.\\nDiscoursing artfully, with aspect bland,\\nEach phrase to please his hearers nicely planned.\\nBut those, whom first I saw at early eve,\\nNot then were found, nor seemed they to believe\\nOi understand its import. They appeared\\nAs of a strange race, bred as if they feared\\nNational Watch wan:\\nOn January 27, 1898, President McKinley attended a din-\\nner in New York City, at a $10,000,000 hotel, and the dinner\\ncost $15,000 one hundred dollars a plate. It was given by a\\nnumber of men representing nine billion dollars. The Presi-\\ndent came from Washington expressly for the purpose of\\nmaking a speech at this feast. They drank wine and praised\\nthe gods of gold. Daniel, v. 4.\\nIn his speech the President made this remarkable declara-\\ntion: Whatever may the language of the contract, the United\\nStates will discharge its obligations in the currency recog-\\nnized as the best throughout the civilized world at the time\\nof payment, meaning thereby gold.\\nOn March 4, last, on the platform of the east front of the\\nCapitol, President McKinley, in the presence of the American", "height": "2877", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "ageofgold00kell_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "26 THE AGE OF GOLD.\\nE en those true friends who had espoused their\\npart\\nA feeling born of wrongs, grief s cruel smart,\\nThe melancholy sinking of the heart\\nThe early hours had come, the speakers prosed,\\nAnd as I left that gilded hall and closed\\nThe doors upon the gorgeous scene, I met\\nAn aged bard, of aspect strange; regret\\nWas pictured on his face, but his -brow burned\\nWith indignation long suppressed. I turned\\nUnconsciously, as if by unknown power,\\nAt his approach for at this lonely hour\\nA meeting thus occasioned much surprise.\\nHe seemed no mortal being, and his eyes\\nBeamed with a radiance of celestial fire\\nHis form of towering height, and his attire\\nThe strangest I have ever seen. More near\\nAs he advanced, he looked an ancient seer\\nReturned, of ages gone. His powers of sight\\nWere such he read the mysteries of the night;\\nHis vision had surveyed far in the past.\\nAnd through futurity time s coming blast\\nFrom whence this strange bard came I cannot say,\\npeople, with one hand uplifted to high heaven and the other\\non the Bible, took the oath to execute the laws of the United\\nStates.\\nHe is now willing to violate the laws of the land and solemn\\ncontracts, as he plainly states above, to satisfy the greed of\\nthe bondholders. This feast was recognized by all as the\\nmoney changers celebration of the final sway of the gold\\nstandard, by which silver was stricken down as standard\\nmoney, the power of money accordingly increased, and every\\nthing else decreased in a corresponding ratio.", "height": "2857", "width": "1827", "jp2-path": "ageofgold00kell_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "THE AGE OF GOLD.\\nBut you may read the burden of his lay,\\nFor thus he sang, that bard so old and grey\\nI stood upon Columbia s shore,\\nUpon its rugged rock-bound coasts,\\nAnd here I deemed that bonds no more\\nShould hold enthralled the captive hosts\\nI saw the shackles one by one\\nFall from their limbs till all were gone.\\nI saw the emblem of the free\\nSpread out its folds from mountain height,\\nFve seen it sink by slow degree\\nTill now its folds are wrapped in night.\\nThat glorious halo lingering yet\\nIs like the glow when sun has set.\\nWhere are the patriots once that rose\\nAnd drove the oppressor from the land?\\nNor hireling slaves nor despot foes.\\nBut quailed before that valiant band\\nA fading storied diadem\\nIs all that now remains of them!\\nAnd who are those whose loud huzzas\\nNow fill the air with godless glee?\\nAre these the men who make your laws?\\nSons of a land that once was free\\nWhat impious hand or foul desire\\nHas damped your soul s bright radiant fire?\\nSee yonder lights transcendent glare\\nFrom north and south and west and east,\\n27", "height": "2877", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "ageofgold00kell_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "2 8 THE AGE OF GOLD.\\nThe chosen came, and rich and rare\\nThere spreads a new Belshazzar s feast\\nAnd all the pomp and power of old\\nBlaze forth increased a thousand fold.\\nThe depths of joy, the flush of \\\\yine,\\nAnd strains melodious thrill the air\\nAnd beauteous smiles and eyes that shine\\nCommingle with that pageant fair r\\nAnd all the gorgeous tints that rise\\nBeneath the orient s sun-lit skies.\\nHo lords of wealth, for you each land\\nIts brightest garlands forth has spread\\nWhile you, with cold and clammy hand.\\nHave robbed the living and the dead.\\nThe babe a mother s arms caress,\\nMan s sturdiest form, your powers confess.\\nYour bright lights flash, gay streamers rise.\\nAnd sweetest incense fills the air\\nNor man can learn, nor Heaven devise\\nOne radiant jewel wanting there:\\nAye, pearls are strewn beneath your feet,\\nBehold yon glistening snow-clad street\\nYe ancient vampires of renown\\nYour deeds transcendent once decline\\nAs stars of light seem dimmer grown\\nWhen mightier orbs beside them shine\\nYour grand achievements of the past\\nSink from each fame-lit niche at last.", "height": "2857", "width": "1827", "jp2-path": "ageofgold00kell_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "THE AGE OF GOLD. 2Q\\nConvivial souls your hearts beat high\\nHands meet in transports of delight,\\nWhile neath the cold and wintry sky\\nFull many a victim sleeps to-night\\nTheir scanty means can ill afford\\nTo deck your guilty festal board.\\nBut do ye think the contest done,\\nYou, who thus reap what others sow\\nHow gaily do ye sport, each one\\nRobed in a fellow mortal s woe?\\nWhile wintry blasts blow chill and gray\\nThose weary toilers, where are they?\\nAh, where are they Have ye forgot\\nBold revelling knaves can ye not see\\nTurn from that hell-bent festering spot,\\nGlance o er this land of liberty\\nThe very clay on which you tread\\nA warning whispers from the dead\\nIs this the end and aim of all\\nFor such as this did patriots dare\\nFor this did noble Warren fall\\nAnd men of peace teach arts of war?\\nIf such your noblest aims fulfill,\\nGo, raze the shaft from Bunker Hill\\nNew York World:\\nJoseph Copeland, an ex-slave, of 226 Sullivan Street, New\\nYork City:\\nI never liked being a slave, and would not like to be one\\nagain, but if I had to take my choice between being a slave\\nagain and living like those people I have just seen in New\\nBedford, I would prefer being a slave again, sui-e.", "height": "2877", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "ageofgold00kell_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "30 THE AGE OF GOLD.\\nStill must we see, as olden time,\\nMan s loftiest hope hurled from its height.\\nAnd each bright morn which rose sublime,\\nEre yet its noon, engulfed in night?\\nAnd shall ye still such powers obey?\\nYour fathers brooked no despot sway\\nBack, vandals, back your hellish brood\\nCan but a coward race defy\\nNor yet your dark designs intrude,\\nWhere men have dared to do and die.\\nThe avenging God, in justice steeled.\\nShall yet apply the rod you wield.\\nColumbia once upon thy shore,\\nA heavenly harp sang notes divine\\nBut all its rapturous songs are o er,\\nThy muse descends, thy bards decline\\nNo themes Parnassian now inspire.\\nMute lies thy harp and dead thy lyre.\\nOr if they still are sometimes heard,\\nTis but an echo of the past;\\nNo more we hear the gladsome word\\nIn trumpet tones sound to the blast;\\nThose calloused hearts to such are dead.\\nTheir minds are chilled, their souls have fled!\\nWhat now is worth the poet s praise.\\nSince men have sunk by slow degrees\\nSince from the sires of former days\\nHave come such servile things as these?\\nRise, Sons of Freemen, tis the hour,\\nAnd crush the giant despot s power!", "height": "2857", "width": "1827", "jp2-path": "ageofgold00kell_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "THE AGE OF GOLD.\\nPART FOURTH.\\n31\\nIn all this world of transitory fame,\\nWhere every moment makes or mars a name\\nOf all the wonders which our eyes behold,\\nConceived in fancy or by poets told\\nThrough all the ages since the birth of time,\\nIn every county and in every clime,\\nFrom Greece to Persia, Carthage to Cathay,\\nWhere tyrants rule in full despotic sway\\nWhere men supinely bend in abject fear,\\nProne and obedient, that realm is here.\\nYes, here the godlike man, high on his throne.\\nWith awfulness in look, severe in tone.\\nRears high the lowly or hurls down the great,\\nDisports in joy, or guides the ship of state;\\nAnd with each passing day, each fleeting hour,\\nAdds to his prestige and augments his power.\\nO, mighty chieftain what elysian field\\nShall next its glories to thy prowess yield?\\nAlready far and wide thy powers prevail,\\nThose powers usurped, which none has dared assail I\\nWhile men the world calls great in supj liance bow,\\nBefore thy firmly set and awful brow\\nImplore a kindly look, a smile perchance,\\nFrom the proud bearer of that fame-lit glance.\\nBehold that body, once the people s boast,\\nDeclined till even self-respect is lost\\nWhere patriot fires bid darkening clouds dispel.\\nAnd burning words pronounced by Sumner fell\\nWhere Adams once prevailed, where Stevens spoke.\\nNow doomed to bow beneath a tyrant s yoke", "height": "2877", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "ageofgold00kell_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "32 THE AGE OF GOLD.\\nDown, down ye puppets of usurious trade.\\nKneel to a demigod yourselves have made\\nNor dare to breathe the names of statesmen here.\\nWhere freedom weeps and gibbering parrots jeer;\\nWhere laws, like merchandise, are bought for gold,\\nAnd canting hypocrites, like slaves, controlled\\nEach follows each in one quick round of speed,\\nAt nod or beckon of the mighty Reed.\\nIn him all tyrants and all despots blend.\\nFrom him all favors, rights and powers descend\\nUnique in tactics and abrupt in rule,\\nA present wiseacre a future fool,\\nAdmits no equal, flouts each sect and creed,\\nObeys one power alone the god of greed\\nThus all as one his venal plans pursue,\\nOne aim, one purpose, with one end in view\\nVain-glorious man So frail, yet so immense\\nIn all things earthly save in common-sense\\nCould not the fate that fell to such before\\nTeach thee, audacious soul, to try no more?\\nBeware ere yet you try the daring flight,\\nThose summits shine afar, they lure the sight;\\nBehold in Charles how strange the die is cast.\\nWhen fate its final note resounds at last;\\nThrough him go seek the truth of former days,\\nAnd shun the danger of a tyrant s praise;\\nYes, there behold a despot blindly led,\\nWho gained a nation but to lose his head\\nAgain beware lest you may thus atone\\nAnd raise some Cromwell to a vacant throne.\\nAt best the heights which you can soar the skies\\nDepend on how dead weight can wingless rise", "height": "2857", "width": "1827", "jp2-path": "ageofgold00kell_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "THE AGE OF GOLD.\\n33\\nThose aerial paths alone by those are trod,\\nWhose lives of truth and virtue lead to God.\\nReview again those tales so sadly told,\\nTime s silent conflict with the vain of old\\nAnd those proud souls who reached fame s loftiest\\nflights,\\nBut labored there to fall from those proud heights.\\nHad nature first decreed one certain plan.\\nRules fixed and rigid, in designing man\\nHad some been moulded but to wield a spade,\\nWithout the power to know why such v/as made\\nHad but a sacred few the power of brain,\\nTo search the universe or span the main\\nHad matter over mind supreme control.\\nAnd man were void of conscience, heart and soul;\\nAnd what is happening now were in that day.\\nWhen tyrants by a right divine held sway\\nAnd thou hadst not been born five centuries late,\\nThen, thou mightst rule and be forever great\\nBut living here and now in conscious pride\\nOf man s endowment of the powers to guide\\nAnd seeing as we do each vaunted chief.\\nThe pliant tool of some gigantic thief;\\nThose heartless parasites, who right dethrone.\\nWho darken many lands, and brighten none.\\nWhen such as these we see in power and place.\\nMonthly Magazine, Money, New York City, June, 1898:\\nHas the House of Representatives ceased to be a repre-\\nsentative body for the enactment of legislation? Does it regis-\\nter the will of the whole people of the United States, or does\\nit meekly obey a single representative elected from the State\\nof Maine and chosen to preside over the deliberations of the\\nHouse?", "height": "2877", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "ageofgold00kell_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "34 THE AGE OF GOLD.\\nFell instruments that serve a vandal race;\\nWhen such walk forth unmasked in open light,\\nAnd boldly swear at last that wrong is right\\nAll this insures thy swift and fatal fall,\\nUnwept, unmourned, condemned and cursed by all.\\nHow eloquently mild, how past belief.\\nEach serf obeys the great uncrowned chief\\nHow Sherman bows his head in solemn, grace.\\nAnd piping Dalzell takes his wonted place\\nThe good St. Lacey and the gentle Hitt,\\nHeroic Johnson, who so tries the bit\\nThe hoary-headed son of Hanna s state,\\nWho revels in the lap of smiling fate.\\nNow lordly Dolliver, inclined to soar,\\nThrows wide the gates and lets his rhetoric pour;\\nIn deathless eloquence regales the House,\\nAnd laboring painfully brings forth a mouse\\nA new Thersites so his arrows fly.\\nThough seldom hit the mark, he aims so high.\\nTo him the task is given to portray\\nThe glories of Tom Reed s majestic sway;\\nExtol his virtues, stem the flowing tide.\\nTurn frowns to laughter and turn wrath aside\\nDeclare each czar-like nod but native grace.\\nAnd blindly follow where he leads apace\\nAn intellect unique, and doubly strong.\\nAnd aiming to be right, though always wrong.\\nSuch are the ways his sanguine natures run,\\nThat one to badness leads, and one to fun\\nThis only common justice holds in view.\\nThat bends the knee to Wall Street s Godless crew\\nWhile each contending strives for full control.", "height": "2857", "width": "1827", "jp2-path": "ageofgold00kell_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "35\\nTHE AGE OF GOLD.\\nThe darker current rules and guides the whole.\\nAnd thou, too, Henderson, so fierce in rage,\\nSo brave a soldier, so profound a sage;\\nA man indeed of most unquestioned skill,\\nUnique in courage and supreme in will\\nSo fitly trained, so deft to polish o er.\\nAnd though he cannot reason he can roar\\nWithal so genial true in thought and deed\\nTo every precept of the reign of Reed,\\nAnd Dingley, valiant man, how thrills my heart.\\nTo thus review thy grand and glorious part\\nAlmost forgotten midst those mighty men.\\nWith all the schedules that twas thine to pen.\\nTranscendent genius Maine s exalted son.\\nAnd second only to that mighty one\\nAnd e en with him some glory still to share.\\nAs one rules from the floor and one the chair.\\nAugust apostle, shielding with his guile\\nMore fools than were depicted by Carlyle;\\nWhose mighty schemes of tariff now can yield\\nMore bliss than any bright Elysian field,\\nAladdin s magic lamp, or Danae s bower\\nConferred in that one short deceptive hour\\nIn pleasing portions which are passed around\\nHon. Jonathan P. Dolliver:\\nMy friend complains that the Republicans on this side of\\nthe House are under a tyranny and the mastery of one man.\\nIt is a little peculiar that we have to go to Missouri for in-\\nformation in respect to the condition of servitude under which\\nwe labor, and under which we have labored so many months.\\nIt is true we have a leadership in this House, and I for one\\nhave very often felt a certain sense of satisfaction that I have\\npossibly not expressed, that we have a leadership. Cong.\\nRecord, 55th Congress, 2d session, p. 1159.", "height": "2877", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "ageofgold00kell_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "36 THE AGE OF GOLD.\\nTo prude and pedant, puerile and profound;\\nAye, e en the low, depraved, and saintly chaste.\\nTo suit the age, the system, sex and taste.\\nYe gods how minds are filled, how hopes expand\\nIn promised blessings from that plastic hand\\nHow farmers loudly cheer, how merchants rage.\\nHow laborers laud and trusts extol the age.\\nTill all unite, and in one voice proclaim\\nProtection as their only end and aim\\nAh, you who bend in toil, each weary life,\\nThat meets but one eternal round of strife\\nWho in the winter s storm, the summer s heat.\\nWith toil incessant win the bread you eat\\nBehold the product of your labor rise\\nIn polished mansions to the vaulted skies,\\nBeneath whose sheltering roofs and latticed vines\\nEach modern Midas slothfully reclines.\\nHave ye no human feelings? hearts to cheer?\\nNo minds to cultivate? no souls to rear?\\nAre ye but beasts, doomed to eternal toil\\nIn mine or workshop, or to till the soil\\nWithout due recompense? a light to give\\nOne cheering ray that bids the soul to live?\\nObey your masters as you have before.\\nYe dwarfed and shrunken souls nor here no more\\nLook for that liberty that once was yours.\\nWhile laws unjust the nation now endures;\\nFarmers Sentinel:\\nThere is no excuse for shouldering muskets yet awhile.\\nSo long as men have the right to vote there is no excuse for\\nshooting. If a man does not know enouerh to vote right, he\\ndoes not know enough to shoot right. There are about\\n8,000,000 fools in the United States who do not know enough\\nat present to even vote right, let alone handle a musket.", "height": "2857", "width": "1827", "jp2-path": "ageofgold00kell_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "THE AGE OF GOLD.\\n37\\nBow, like the patient ox, to Mammon s will,\\nAnd proudly boast you have protection still\\nNext Cannon, game-cock of the furious pit,\\nProfuse in language, though bereft of wit.\\nAll rules transgresses and all rights ignores.\\nAnd hourly trips the can-can as he roars.\\nA giant intellect to hold at bay,\\nLed by conceit, and always led astray\\nYet time has taught e en him a lesson true.\\nThat he who wields the lash must feel it too.\\nO glorious Cannon fiercely so by times,\\nAnd thou at length shalt grace my humble rhymes\\nThat nature formed thee so is truly sad.\\nSo strange a mixture of the good and bad.\\nBut thou art thus, and formed in each so strong,\\nNot all the powers of hell could hold thee wrong\\nNor yet could all of heaven s celestial light\\nFor even one short hour direct thee right.\\nWhat then is left? That heaven alone can tell.\\nNor even that, without consulting hell.\\nNor Reed, nor Hanna, though in simplest whim.\\nCould for a moment guide the course of him\\nSuch are the elements his soul combines\\nAs neither time subdues or man refines\\nRev. DeWitt Talmage:\\nThe greatest war the world has ever seen is between capital\\nand labor. It will not be long before there will be no middle\\nclasses in this country, but all will be very rich or very poor,\\nprinces or paupers, and the country will be given up to\\npalaces and hovels. The antagonistic forces are closing in\\nupon each other. Unless there is some radical change, we\\nshall soon have in this country 4,000,000 hungry men and\\nwomen, and 4,000,000 hungry persons cannot be kept quiet.", "height": "2877", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "ageofgold00kell_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": ";^8 THE AGE OF GOLD.\\nStrange combinations of the fiend and sage,\\nThe living wonder of our land and age\\nBut time forbids, to thus the case pursue,\\nJust pass along the whole in calm review\\nFrom pompous Boutelle to the smiling Payne,\\nFrom Eastern citj^ or from Western plain\\nEach one obeys and bows in reverence there.\\nBefore the autocrat who holds the chair..\\nHo! honored men, Columbia s boast and pride,\\nWith e en the pettiest rights at last denied\\nNot baser things could Troy s proud captor greet.\\nWhom gods obeyed, and men bowed at his feet\\nGo, servile creatures, go, your day is o er,\\nTame down your lofty pride, and boast no more\\nConform your tempers to the iron heel.\\nNor scarcely let yourselves think what you feel\\nTis yours to follow, not to understand,\\nAs henchmen should obey, and not command\\nIn judgment be discreet, in action wise,\\nTake heed of naught that happens neath the skies\\nBe true to party, swear all truth away.\\nMake black appear as white, and night as day\\nAttend the caucus, bow to S.hylock s creed,\\nAdore Mark Hanna and obey Tom Reed\\nProclaim in solemn tones, in rhetoric grand,\\nThat trusts and combinations bless the land\\nDeclare McKinley greatest of the great.\\nAnd Jackson and Monroe quite out of date\\nBe apt in all, trace cunning to its source.\\nDeny that contracts can have binding force\\nCry down the charge that rich still richer grow,\\nAnd swear by Stygian gods twas always so", "height": "2857", "width": "1827", "jp2-path": "ageofgold00kell_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "THE AGE OF GOLD.\\n39\\nDistort all truth, from holy writ misquote\\nTo show we ve had the poor from times remote\\nAbuse reformers, as a nation s curse,\\nPronounce them anarchists, or something worse;\\nRegale the world with Gage s spurious lore,\\nAnd claim that patriots taught such stuff before\\nDispute established facts, call lying wit,\\nAnd use half truths where lying fails to fit\\nHold to these precepts, ye whom Barnum schooled,\\nThat fools will richly pay for being fooled.\\nTo all these hints conform, all rights deny.\\nPreside as deities o er public pie\\nBut here, ye bogus patriots, adieu.\\nSave one Mahaney, here is health to you\\nOne living sentinel, still heard, alone.\\nOne scion standing midst that czar-ruled zone\\nUnmoved by fear, and constant to the end.\\nThe truth s defender and the poor man s friend.\\nBut need we legislate? Why such at all.\\nAs legislators, either great or small\\nSince judges now we have whose legal skill\\nHolds codes and constitutions both at will\\nAnd counsellors, so trained to pick a flaw,\\nArchbishop of Naples:\\nThe social convulsions of our age mean clearly that some\\ngreat evil has stolen into the heart of our social order. One\\nof the great evils of our modern civilization is the absolute\\nright capital takes to itself. Christian brotherhood is almost\\ndisappearing from society, and man is becoming a wolf to his\\nhumble brethren in social dealing. Every day we see on one\\nside a few men growing enormously rich without any exer-\\ntion, and on the other side innumerable workingmen grow-\\ning poorer, deprived of the necessities of life, and sinking\\ninto the depths of the most dreadful misery.", "height": "2877", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "ageofgold00kell_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "40 THE AGE OF GOLD.\\nSo learned in quibbling, and unlearned in law.\\nO Marshall, Story, Miller and the rest,\\nWho quitted life, e er yet the world was blest\\nBy legal lights who learnedly construe\\nThat those who judge of laws can make them too\\nDeparted shades what pleasure had been thine\\nTo sit with Brewer, and with Fuller shine?\\nConsult with Shiras, who from terms of law,\\nCan new conclusions at each sitting draw.\\nWhat former age of wrongs, what dreams of power\\nHave tyrants cherished in their wildest hour\\nWhat bold and plundering clan had dared to hope,\\nOr roving pirate gave such fancies scope\\nAs to believe the world in Christ s attire.\\nWould do with law books what they did with fire?\\nYe stupid clansmen ye inferior brains.\\nWho held your victims with those feudal chains.\\nWhat boundless pleasures, what entrancing bliss.\\nHad crowned your efforts with a plan like this\\nBehold the movements of this modern art\\nHow grand in structure and complete in part;\\nSo sure to yield full stores of earthly gain\\nTo every vandal chief that plies the plain.\\nCongressman Knowles:\\nMr. Speaker, it was one said: There is a divinity that\\ndoth hedge about a king. We have changed this old super-\\nstition to read: There is a divinity that doth hedge about a\\ncourt. I do not believe there is any public officer or any\\nbody of such officials who are above criticism, much less are\\nthe members of the United States Supreme Court. They\\nare human, and very human. Some of these appointments\\nhave been badly tainted by corruption. Jay Gould paid $50,-\\n000 into the Republican campaign fund, in consideration of\\nwhich his old attorney was appointed to a seat on the supreme\\nbench.", "height": "2857", "width": "1827", "jp2-path": "ageofgold00kell_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "THE AGE OF GOLD.\\n41\\nWherever corporate powers their aims fulfill,\\nOr court injunctions awe the sovereign will.\\nBut who will censure what a judge may do?\\nWhat daring scribbler, wilt thou still pursue\\nThe wicked instincts of a wayward pen,\\nAnd probe the ermine of those sacred men?\\nMethinks I hear some critic thus indict,\\nAs on the virgin page these lines I write.\\nAh trusting mortal, know that Jeffries wore\\nThe purest emblem from the Arctic shore\\nAnd if across the lapse of time you fly\\nTo milder scenes beneath a Western sky.\\nWhere perfumed odors fill the ambient air;\\nBehold your own Dred Scott decision there\\nBut thou, most noble state, thou land of Penn,\\nAlike the first in peace and warlike men\\nLet fame s triumphant note sound to the blast,\\nAnd rest with thee, forever safe at last\\nForever there let glory s banner wave.\\nTo impel the lowly and inspire the brave\\nYes, Lattimer, dread name, O glorious field\\nLet Troy subside and Greece its valor yield\\nLet bold Leonidas the crown divide,\\nAnd stand with Sheriff Martin side by side.\\nIllustrious hero of that conquering host\\nThe law s defender and the trust s proud boast;\\nResolutions by a Labor Congress, St. Louis, April 30, 1897:\\nOur capitalistic class is armed, and has not only policemen,\\nmarshals, sheriffs and deputies, but also a regular army and\\nmilitia, in order to enforce government by injunction, sup-\\npressing lawful assemblages, free speech and the right to\\npublic highway.", "height": "2877", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "ageofgold00kell_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "42 THE AGE OF GOLD.\\nLet Pennsylvania proudly guard thy name,\\nHer courts and juries sharing equal fame.\\nO justice travestied! what fell degrees\\nOf infamy permit such scenes as these?\\nWhat false pretense, what monstrous schemes ai\\nlaid,\\nWhat honeyed lies, and spurious plays are made,\\nBy law-clothed robbers in their Godless race.\\nWho raised a buzzard in an eagle s place\\nYet, Pennsylvania, short may be the sway\\nBeneath whose rule in shame you bow to-day;\\nWhose banner taints all things o er which it waves.\\nAnd damns alike your justice and your slaves.\\nThink, think of earlier days, forgotten quite.\\nWhen peace and justice rose in one proud flight;\\nNor place nor color formed a yawning span,\\nDividing mortal from his fellow man.\\nPART FIFTH.\\nAs tides receding from the pebbled shore,\\nDisclose the beauties which they hid before;\\nSo fame subsiding gives to public view,\\nNeglected Cleveland, some fine parts in you\\nSome traits whose influence o er the land is cast,\\nLike floods still rising from a storm that s past.\\nYes, Cleveland, still to place entitled first.\\nOf all that guilty crew, he is the worst;\\njvt Lattimer, Pennsylvania, December, 1897, twenty-one de-\\nfenceless men were shot to death by an armed posse under\\nSheriff Martin for no other offense than walking the high-\\nway. The Pennsylvania courts subsequently cleared Martin\\nand his posse.", "height": "2857", "width": "1827", "jp2-path": "ageofgold00kell_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "THE AGE OF GOLD.\\n43\\nA man ordained to triumph over time,\\nAnd spread a damning fame through every clime.\\nL ehold therein a nation s sure decay,\\nHow statesmanship declined and ebbed away\\nThe nation s sins, in consummation grim,\\nBy time condensed and amplified in him.\\nAye, man of destiny though born to rule,\\nBy fools made powerful and by power made fool\\nNot thine to choose, thou couldst not be but great,\\nDesigned by nature and decreed by fate\\nWith hand in training, and with purpose black,\\nThe pliant puppet of the Wall Street pack\\nThose demons conscious of their power and skill,\\nWho feed on bonds or blood or what they will.\\nYet, fatal was the day and ill-advised.\\nWhen Buffalo s hero won the goal he prized.\\nAnd left those early triumphs, held so dear.\\nTo win new laurels in a new career.\\nHow secret nature must have wept that day.\\nWhen Cleveland left those scenes and turned away?\\nFor who could find in all earth s populace\\nA man of equal mind to fill his place?\\nBrave conquering chief though sadly now forgot,\\nThy virtues live and glorify the spot\\nWhere once thy dreaded name, inspiring awe.\\nMade criminals quake and convicts feel the law.\\nSo skilled in art, so deadly to pursue.\\nEach hapless felon quailed before thy view\\nWhile from that face severe fled withering hope,\\nTo kindlier mercy of the sanguine rope\\nThou man of iron mould so strongly made,\\nBy nature formed so true in depths of shade\\nA mind so broad, so adamant in heart.", "height": "2877", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "ageofgold00kell_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "44 THE AGE OF GOLD.\\nSo learned in statecraft and the hangman s art\\nAll knew thee to be great, a hero born,\\nBlind to a nation s hate, a whole world s scorn;\\nIn thee those awful sights together dwell,\\nA gleam of glory midst the gloom of hell\\nLive, hated thing, condemned and undisguised,\\nThy sins forgotten and thyself despised\\nBut why pass Hobart? He deserves a place.\\nDid he not run a second in the race?\\nYes, wily Hobart, Jersey s boast and pride.\\nThe trust-made statesman and the ticker s guide\\nNot in her wildest freak, or veriest whim.\\nHad nature dreamed of statesmanship in him\\nNor deemed that e en in this degenerate age,\\nA pampered parrakeet could pass a sage.\\nBut since the new regime of bears and bulls,\\nOf puts and calls, and regulating pulls.\\nDetermines statesmanship a trick of trade,\\nAnd buys, for cash, its statesmen ready made\\nWhen such can meet neath freedom s vaunted skies,\\nNor pay to truth the tribute of disguise.\\nCorrupt the courts, turn anarchy adrift,\\nSwear wrong is right, and thieves but men of thrift\\nExalt their tools to power, direct the State,\\nCall poltroons patriots and pigmies great;\\nSwing high the party lash, make gold the test.\\nDrive in the silly dupes and bribe the rest;\\nProclaim each purchased tool a proud success.\\nExcuse all brothels and lasciviousness\\nExcite the mob, inflame with party zeal,\\nMake some hilarious, make others reel; q", "height": "2857", "width": "1827", "jp2-path": "ageofgold00kell_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "THE AGE OF GOLD.\\n45\\nThen, for a Lincoln can a Hobart pass,\\nAs sports, when drunk, for racing choose an ass.\\nBut come, my feeble though my trusty quill,\\nThis last and greatest shall thy task fulfill\\nOne statesman more, one known to greater fame,\\nThan yet was thine to either know or name.\\nYet fail not in the task we now pursue.\\nBe plain, be truthful, and speak boldly too\\nThough such the game the daring actor played,\\nAs needs a stronger and a fiercer blade\\nBut since tis thine, the stern command obey,\\nLet those who read pass judgment as thy may.\\nBehold a nation from the womb of time.\\nIn all the fulness of its youthful prime.\\nAll age s wisdom, with all powers of youth,\\nSecurely resting on eternal truth;\\nA peaceful haven, deemed of heavenly birth,\\nWhose shores bid welcome to all sons of earth.\\nSuch was this land when first by time unveiled,\\nWhen Jackson lived and Lincoln s voice prevailed;\\nEre yet this love for gain, this spurious rage,\\nEngulfed the world, and dimmed its fairest page;\\nCunning, trickery and dishonesty are the forces that\\ndominate the modern world. The old doctrine of the sur-\\nvival of the fittest, which was never true, has degenerated\\ninto the survival of the most unfit. If Jay Gould and his as-\\nsociates and Jesus Christ were placed side by side in this\\ncompetitive world, Christ would perish. Under our system it\\nis only the worst that can succeed. Rev. Geo. D. Herron, of\\nGrinnell, Iowa, of the chair of applied Christianity at Iowa\\nCollege.\\nVice-President Hobart organized the great coal trust, one of\\nthe most powerful in the world.", "height": "2877", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "ageofgold00kell_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "46 THE AGE OF GOLD.\\nWhile still our laws in equity were made,\\nNor measured human life in terms of trade\\nWhile still mankind had hopes, nor hoped in vain,\\nWhile honor ruled and truth upheld its reign\\nNor statesmen yet had learned that meanest art.\\nBy which the lips can falsify the heart.\\nBut such is past, forever passed away.\\nWhile statesmen such as now prevail hold sway.\\nOr lives in memory of a day gone by\\nWhen manhood still could place and power defy.\\nYet, tis not mine to laud those happy days,\\nFar, far they reach beyond my humble praise\\nIn Senate halls, on war s red field and wave,\\nColumbia, thou hast known the great and brave\\nAnd where their hallowed dust in peace reclines\\nThe god of glory there resplendent shines\\nThere may the nation still its vigils keep,\\nNor note discordant mar their final sleep.\\nBut where are now those lofty aims of old\\nThe sweat-shops on yon fertile plains behjli.\\nWhere toiling millions like dumb beasts are driven,\\nAnd even virtue s self for bread is given\\nO, ye immortals see your places now\\nThus filled by those who meek obedience bow\\nTo Shylock masters men the world calls great.\\nWho from their gilded mansions guide the state,\\nAs whim or speculation may direct\\nAh, little they in reveling glee suspect\\nThe threatening clouds that hover overhead,\\nOr to the crater s brink how near they tread;\\nBut human nature has its ebb and flow.\\nIt like the ocean rages, like it sleeps.", "height": "2857", "width": "1827", "jp2-path": "ageofgold00kell_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "THE AGE OF GOLD.\\n47\\nAnd like tempestuous elements it weeps\\nSad tears and crushes with remorseless blow!\\nBut to my task, to keep the record clear,\\nUnmoved by hate, nor yet deterred by fear;\\nAlike unmindful whether foe or friend\\nShall deeply censure or in terms commend\\nEnough for me to know that truth shall be\\nSustained forever by the brave and free\\nLet those who stoop for hire to gild a wrong.\\nConform their numbers and their notes prolong.\\nKnow, then, Columbia, when you deign once more\\nTo smile on virtues which you prized before;\\nTwas thine own trusted son who plumed the dart.\\nThat bred such rank corruption in thy heart\\nYes, fired thy beating pulse to faster flow,\\nBeneath the deadly drug s designing blow.\\nAnd as the opiate draught thy soul oppressed,\\nYou saw, but comprehended not the rest;\\nBut sadly smiled, as neath a magic spell.\\nAs England s power prevailed and Sherman fell.\\nTwas done and ancient despotism smiled\\nAs freedom wept beside her favorite child.\\nYet, England, boast thou not, in shame be still\\nTwas not great Barclay s deed or Clinton s skill,\\nThe silent tread that scarce a breath had moved,\\nThe late Ben Butter-worth:\\nThe history of the world is that when accumulated capital\\nin a country finds expression in controllinof and shaping ad-\\nministrations, the dissolution? of the country is near. Such\\na condition exists in this country to-day, and he is a coward\\nwho does not say so, and an ignoramus who does not know it.\\nExtract from Labor Day speech at Philadelphia, 1897.", "height": "2877", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "ageofgold00kell_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "48 THE AGE OF GOLD.\\nMore potent far than ships and armies proved.\\nBoast not but if you must, let facts be told,\\nAnd show where armies failed you won with gold.\\nSuch was the act, so like the gorgeous dyes\\nThat shine and sparkle in a serpent s eyes\\nSo deep in stealth, so pleasing to its prey.\\nThat even Satan felt some keen dismay\\nLest Sherman might e en him in arts excel,\\nAnd form on earth a new and mightier hell.\\nO thou of evil deeds supreme in crime.\\nStand forth a warning through eternal time\\nSuch be your meed, as outraged hearts can give,\\nAnd thus embalmed in guilt forever live!\\nLet Arnold sleep, no more disturb his rest,\\nAt least one virtue lived within his breast;\\nFor when his native land he once foreswore.\\nNo step polluted crossed her threshold more.\\nBut thou, foul traitor, of a deeper hue,\\nOf deed more subtle and more devilish too\\nStill from its wreckage do thy fortunes rise,\\nAs icebergs grow from ruins to mountain size.\\nCan guilt surcease in guilt still deeper find?\\nPerhaps no man of his generation has been as harmful to\\nthe prosperity or the liberties of his country as John Sherman.\\nHe entered public life in Washington a poor man, he retires\\nfrom it extremely rich. Indeed, so greatly have his services\\nbeen appreciated abroad, that his portrait hangs in the parlor\\nof the Bank of England, an honored monument to one who\\nhas been for thirty years the American apostle of the British\\nmovement against our currency.\\nHistory will give him a niche commensurate with his\\nachievements, and especially the one in 1873, about which the\\nless said the better for obituary purposes. De mortuis nil\\nnisi bonutnJ", "height": "2857", "width": "1827", "jp2-path": "ageofgold00kell_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "THE AGE OF GOLD.\\n49\\nCan gold congeal the heart and blur the mind\\nCan deft magician give the hungry bread\\nAnd famished lips on barren air be fed\\nYet in thy visions thou art doomed to see\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nIf still one fiber from the taint be free\\nA grateful nation, hope exalted high,\\nOn brightest hopes and loyal sons rely;\\nSuch must condemn thy soul with falsehood\\ncrammed,\\nAnd thus the self-condemned is doubly damned.\\nBlest is that land whose sons but justice find\\nIn those first precepts which imbue the mind,\\nAnd who as years advance the laws obey\\nThat nature teaches in her own proud way,\\nO er history s burning page their visions cast.\\nAnd read the future as they view the past.\\nYet once, Columbia, it was thine to prize\\nSuch equal balance of the just and wise.\\nMen who combined philanthropist and sage,\\nWho formed a nation and reformed an age.\\nAnd thou shalt bloom again, and from thine eyes\\nThe guiding starlight of the world shall rise\\nThou hast an essence that will conquer fate.\\nAnd rise triumphant o er this mortal state\\nAs towering trees their bloom in autumn lose,\\nAppear again in all their native hues\\nSo thou shalt yet assert each glorious part\\nWhich at thy birth was founded in thy heart\\nDark gathering storms may frown, hopes disappear.\\nEvents crowd on with each eventful year\\nThe high, the low, the powerful and the brave,", "height": "2877", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "ageofgold00kell_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "50 THE AGE OF GOLD.\\nAlike shall meet the silence of the grave\\nThe mighty monuments of man may be\\nHurled down like snowflakes in a foaming sea;\\nCities that flourish now may pass away,\\nAnd all their splendors sink into decay\\nKingdoms may fall in time, and reappear.\\nBut God s eternal truth shall still be here;\\nShall still be here, to bless thy noble brow.\\nWhen those dark clouds have passed that shade thee\\nnow.\\nAnd now farewell, ye councillors of state,\\nYe giant pigmies, and ye towering great\\nUnbridled still uphold your spurious reign,\\nTill manhood reasserts its power again;\\nTill common-sense enthroned resumes its place,\\nAnd truth and falsehood run an equal race.\\nTill then go on, pursue your fell careers,\\nUnwarned by curses and unmoved by tears\\nBut this, at least, will all mankind allow\\nTime marks her changes on the haughtiest brow.\\nAnd world-wide wonders in supremest power,\\nBut prove their weakness in their mightiest hour.\\nE en as the darkness of the reign of night\\nIs more intense before the dawn of light\\nAnd as the leaf, when dying, spreads to view\\nIts rarest splendors and its gaudiest hue;\\nSo may we judge of man; so shall it be\\nWith all earth s pomp and power and heraldry;\\nIn fame-lit zenith of emblazoned show.\\nOne leveling blast at length will lay them low.\\nBut cease, my pen, pursue this task no more.", "height": "2857", "width": "1827", "jp2-path": "ageofgold00kell_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "THE AGE OF GOLD.\\nTis idle to impale, tis worse to implore;\\nNot all the ink of India s flowery bed,\\nCould truth instil in hearts whose souls have fled;\\nTheir day will run its course, their sun will set\\nAnd stars of glory shall be glorious yet\\n51", "height": "2877", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "ageofgold00kell_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2857", "width": "1827", "jp2-path": "ageofgold00kell_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2877", "width": "1701", "jp2-path": "ageofgold00kell_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS\\n016 117 788 P i", "height": "2927", "width": "1832", "jp2-path": "ageofgold00kell_0056.jp2"}}