{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3487", "width": "2117", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "(.4 vP\u00e2\u0080\u009e\\n.V\\ni\u00e2\u0084\u00a2 j. ilk j\\\\\\\\ y^ 5^\\n.N^^\\n.0\\nA\\nA\\n0^\\nV", "height": "3278", "width": "2138", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3278", "width": "2138", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3278", "width": "2138", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3278", "width": "2138", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3278", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "I\\nPatriotism.\\nDemocracu or EmDlre?\\nA Satire.", "height": "3278", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "w\\n^03S5\\n80240\\nCopyrighted 1900,\\nBy T. M. NORWOOD.", "height": "3278", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "PREFACE.\\nCould a patriot of the Itevohition stand on the step of\\ntime marked A. D., 1787, and loolc down the vista of a hun-\\ndred and thirteen years, he would be lost in wonder at the\\nadvance of liis country in material improAement, and in\\ndespair at its political and moral decline. We the present\\ngeneration do not realize the extent of either. The nurse\\nthat watches day by day the subject of a slowly wasting\\nmalady can not see so well the effect of the disease as the\\nfriend who returns after a prolonged absence.\\nWhen Swartwout embezzled a few thousand dollars of\\npublic funds, sixty! years ago, the conscience of the republic\\nwas shocked and his venal sin fell heavily on his political\\nparty. Now, the theft of millions of dollars is regarded as\\nso venial that a law cannot be ])assed by Congress to aid in\\nbringing the criminals to trial. So potent is money so great\\nthe influence of men who are wealthy that politicians in\\nhigh places flocked to Washington and lobbied to defeat the\\nBill intended to remove legal technicalities found by a\\nfederal judge against the bringing of those men to justice.\\nThe Senator who smothered the Bill in the House, and who\\nis the uncrowned ruler of the State of New York, has gained\\npolitical power by that nefarious deed.\\nBecause Mr. Clay was suspected of a trade relating to an\\noffice, he was defeated for the presidency by the aroused\\nvirtue of the republic. Now, JVIarc Hanna can go openly in\\nthe market and levy a fund of millions to buy tlie presi-\\ndency, and it overcomes us with no special wonder.\\nForty years ago, the fall through lechery of Bishop Onder-\\ndonk horrified laymen as well as clergy. Now, such a. lapse\\nis the subject of ribald jest for a. day and is then forgotten.\\nFifty years ago, every American was justl3 proud of his\\nnationality. I am a Roman citizen was never uttered\\nwith a. loftier crest than was, I am an American. Now,\\nWhat a change! Within thirty years there has grown up\\na class not numerous, but strong through the power of\\nwealth, that long for a king. They swarm to Europe. They\\nthere form colonies. They court the nobility, and the women\\nthrow themselves in the path of that herd of drones to be\\npicked up nominally as wives, but in reality as the despised\\nannex to wealth. The rabies called Anglomania is spread-\\ning rapidly among the rich. They lean to empire. They\\ndesire a vast standing army to that end.\\nSo A irulent is this rabies, the minds of some have become\\nso far diseased that they call themselves Royal Dames,\\nand seek purification of their plebeian blood by Faith cure\\n^by belief that it contains the weak, but healing dilution\\nof a drop of royalty.", "height": "3278", "width": "2076", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "IV.\\nThere is a treasonable diathesis in some clergy in Phila-\\ndelphia who secretly decry Democracy by public adoration\\nof England s worst tyrant king, as a blessed martyr.\\nA generation ago, our women looked not npon the wine\\nwhen it is red. To-day, in onr large cities there are resorts\\nwhere women habitually drink whiskey, gin and brandy\\nand become intoxicated.\\nThirty years ago, a married woman in trade was an anom-\\naly. Now, women in large cities gamble in futures as a\\nsteady occupation. The clergy, too, not only wink at this\\niniquity, but themselves take a chance at perdition.\\nThe extent of the social decline is notably emphasized by\\nthe Bradley-Martin Ball, but three years ago. If this be\\ndone in the green bush, what will it be in the dry? By such\\nopen, flaring pollution we can judge what the stage of\\nputrefaction must be in the midnight slums and dives, the\\nsubmerged, reeking stews caged in beneath the upper crust.\\nA hundred and more roues strutted as Louis XIV and\\nLouis XV of France the worst and last of her tyrants;\\ntwenty-two as their mistresses Madames Du Barry, Pom-\\npadour, Maintenon and Valliere, and three as the most le-\\ncherous of all Europe s royal prostitutes Catherine of Rus-\\nsia. Charity pleads for them ignorance of history and biog-\\nraphy; but Truth replies those venerators of royal\\nstrumpets know more of Burke s English Heraldry than\\nthey know of their next-door neighbors; more of French\\nexemplars of vice than of Martha Washington. A quarter-\\nmillion dollars Avasted for the erotic pleasure of an awk-\\nward parade in the counterfeit robes of royal tyrants and\\ntheir harlots! Tliat night there was rejoicing in the under\\ncrust of nymphs du pace. Their occupation had been recog-\\nnized and commemorated by the Upper Ten s delight in\\nwearing tlie old clothes of their soiled sisters dead near two\\ncenturies ago.\\nBefore the war between the States, labor strikes were\\nunknown. Now, every day s sun looks down on a mammoth\\nstrike in factories, mines, or other industries.\\nThen, riots were very rare and mostly political. Now,\\nscarcely a week passes without a riot, small or large, result-\\ning in the taking of life. Then, lynching was so rare that\\nthe man who was the leader in one, gave to this lawless ven-\\ngeance his name.\\nWhat lawyer, even a generation ago, ever dreamed even in\\na delirium, that the Bench of this country could be subor-\\ndinated to wealth so far as to enjoin a laborer from leaving\\nthe service of an employer when they could not agree on\\nthe wages to be paid? That the laborers for leaving would\\nbe shot to death by a sheriff s posse?\\nWho dreamed that within a generation a half dozen men\\ncould and would grab and hold the subterranean fuel and\\noil of the earth?\\nWTio dreamed that prices for all produce necessaries of\\nlife would be fixed by gambling?", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "V.\\nThese among maii}^ other proofs of decline and decay;\\nthese signs of approaching dissolution, or of reorganization\\non the model of Europe s dynasties, or of a regeneration\\nthrough fire, induced the writing of the following satire.\\n1 realize its many and great defects, and, that it can not\\nstay even a wavelet of the polluted and polluting tide, but\\nit may inspire in the breasts of those who are compelled to\\ntake up and to bear the white man s burden, the spirit of\\nresistance.\\nPatriotism is my inspiration. I desire to elevate its stand-\\nard. I wish to infuse into the young men pride in their\\nbirth and home; to breathe into them the spirit of 7( to\\nteach our women that the grandest type of man is an un-\\ntitled American freeman panoplied in truth, honor and\\nvirtue; with chivalric devotion to her sex too proud to\\nacknowledge a superior by caste, or on a throne, and who\\nwould meet martyrdom rather than make her feel I am\\nbetter than thou!\\nA few words on the remedy for the greatest of our ills and\\nI close:\\nThe aggregation of such vast wealth is breeding impe-\\nrialism. Rome stood unshaken until a few acquired nearly\\nall her wealth. Then came empire as naturally as wealth\\nbegets idleness, idleness vice, vice corruption, corruption\\nweakness, and weakness is followed by a fall.\\nThere must be a limit fixed to wealth. No man has the\\nnatural or the social right to the wealth owned by a Rocke-\\nfeller. It is a menace to the Republic. Its power is too\\ngreat. To the financial world, it is what the sword of Nero,\\nCaligula or Domitiau, was to the Roman citizen. It can slay\\nwithout responsibility to human law. It can crush, invisi-\\nbly, competitors, statesmen and judges. In time of turmoil,\\nof social upheaval, it can change the republic to empire in\\na night. The social compact through w^hose indulgence and\\nprotection such accumulation is only possible, is the njeans\\nto prevent it.\\nThe remedy is easy and plain. It is peaceful. The peo-\\nple hold it. They alone will apply it. The remedy is to\\namend the federal Constitution, limiting property-holding\\nall excess to go to the republic for the public good. Its\\noperation, not to do injustice, should be prospective. The\\nlegislatures can act; the people can demand of their Con-\\ngressmen to act, and can bury them if they refuse or dally.\\nAnother amendment should follow. It is to levy a rax\\non incomes and inheritances. Justice requires that this\\nshould be a federal tax. No State should have the exclu-\\nsive benefit of either. No valid reason can be given to show\\nthat the accident of residence, or place of death, should give\\nto one State all the benefits of a tax on incomes and inheri-\\ntance arising from property gathered from the entire people\\nof the United States. The Standard Oil octopus sucks the\\nblood of the entire Union, and the people should receive the\\nbenefit of all such income and inheritance taxes, to be spent", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "VI.\\nfor education, public improvements in liaibors, rivers, drain-\\nage, irrigation and highways.\\nThese measures are not revolutionary. They are reme-\\ndial. They are just and, in my opinion, nothing short of\\nthem will prove effective. Tlie creature has grown to be\\nstronger than its creator. It has outstripped the Constitu-\\ntion indeed, is destroying it word by word, paragraph by\\nparagraph.\\nThe Safety of The Republic is the Supreme Law.\\nA satire that is impersonal is a misnomer, or it is a stab\\nin the dark. Of all the persons herein named, there is not\\none towards whom I feel the least unkindness. There are\\nbut four of all with whom I am personally acciuainted.\\nThey have done me no wrong. It is wrongs to my country\\nthat I resent. They are types of classes nothing more.\\nThey are a small part of a great whole. I protest not against\\nthe men and women, but against their methods; not against\\ntheir wealth, but the abuse of it to the hurt of the people\\nand the Republic.\\nMy countrymen I this remedy is in your hands. You have\\nbut to speak and require your servants to act, and the Re-\\npublic will he saved from what, at present, is its greatest\\nperil.\\nThis Satire is an offering to Freedom. It is Tr-uth clothed\\nin verse, but it contains not a hundredth ])art of the whole\\ntruth. It is intended to call you into action peaceable,\\nlegal, but effective for your security and that of coming gen-\\nerations.\\nIf it be that the thoughts herein feebly expressed may con-\\ntribute to your welfare and the life of Liberty, my purpose\\nwill be attained my reward be sufficient.\\nMay your labors in behalf of Freedom be not in vain.\\nMay it not be that in a distant age, some philosopher stand-\\ning on a more exalted jdain, and looking backward over the\\ngraves of empires and nations, may come to the urn in which\\nTime has gathered the ashes of this fair Republic, and hand-\\nling its dust, as Hamlet the skull of Yorick, sadly moralize:\\nThere is a moral to all human tales.\\nT is but the same rehearsal of the past\\nFirst freedom, and then glory; when that fails\\nWealth, vice, corruption barbarism at last.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "To WILLIAM McKINLEY,\\nScribe to Marc Honna^ and Proconsul\\nunder Marcus Antonius, First Emperor\\nof the United States, the Philippines,\\nPorto Rico, Hawaii and Guam.\\nCANTO riRST\u00e2\u0080\u0094 INTRODUCTORY.\\n1.\\nI have been absorbed in meditation,\\nNot deep but full of grave anxiety\\nFor your welfare and that, too, of the nation.\\nMy thoughts though grave were not on piety\\nAs they sprung from your administration,\\nWhich, no doubt, taken in its entirety,\\nHas placed more souls to the Devil s debit\\nThan have all our preachers to their credit.\\nThifc of course, is but an estimate,\\nAs I have no statistician table\\nOf suicides, murders, burglaries great\\nAnd small, larcenies innumerable.\\nRobberies by all those who speculate\\nIn man s necessaries, whose wealth Dame Fable\\nCould not reckon in a hundred years\\nCoined from labor s blood, cursed by orphans tears.\\nBut, I must not anticipate. Order\\nIs Nature s great, first law so it is said.\\nAs I purpose being the recorder\\nOf such of your acts as you re not afraid\\nWould displease Hanna whose slightest laucla\\nOutv/eighs the praises by a nation paid,\\n1 will begin now at the beginning\\nWishing you sinned against instead of sinning.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "4.\\nI wish to save yon if it can be done,\\nAnd, incidentally, to save the State.\\nThe honr is far gone would 1 had begun\\nBefore youi- status grew so desperate.\\nWhen your empire was not an hour by sun,\\nI saw the signs of woe but thought I d wait,\\nKnowing, you are an old hand at the bellows.\\nAnd not dreaming that Hanna and such fellows\\nHeld a double blanket mortgage on you,\\nStretching from New Brunswick to Manila,\\nThat covers every office old and new;\\nOr, that our ship of state, hull, sails and tiller.\\nManned by Earth s noblest, bravest, proudest crew,\\nYou d turned over to that man-gorilla.\\nIf he does not sink you and all your cabinet\\nTwill be, because the Devil does not want you yet.\\n6.\\nStill, Mister President, my heart is set\\nOn one desperate jHill for your release.\\nTo do so I must join your cabinet,\\nAVhich I do now as Secretaky of Peace.\\nYou ll wonder if I m sane because I get\\nNo pay, honor, glory, thanks, not even grease\\nOn my palms to make me half respectable.\\nNor lobby feasts, bribes, and wines delectable.\\nTaking a federal office without pay?\\nWhy\u00e2\u0080\u0094 the infernal fool must be insane,\\nOr multi-millionaire to act that way.\\nWho else could or would take it but for gain,\\nOr honor, or for the power we sway,\\n(By Hanna s leave, of course), o er sea and main.\\nWe fear (his way of joining s so uncivil).\\nHe may be Fawkes, or Cade perhaps the Devil.\\nPeace be with you. Brother Secretaries\\nYour Chief draws fifty M. without a qualm\\nY^ou, eight, each, like faithful janizaries.\\nOne can be a patriot without the balm\\nOf Cleveland s honest money, whose care is\\nNot for self, office, power, or the palm\\nWon for butchery of mankind for pay\\nReckoned, at most, at fifty cents a day.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "9.\\nDid Joan of Arc barter for saving France\\nDid Codes set his price for freeing Rome\\nDid Leonidas, ere liis proud advance\\nTo death Did Count l*uUiski come,\\nAnd La Fayette, liaron DeKalb, for the chance\\nTo lill ft Hessian purse and tlien go home\\nJolly and drunk, like millionaires from a race,\\nInsensible to honor or disgra(;e\\n10.\\nThese are of the greatest of earth s heroes,\\n{Joan, of heroines and, also, a martyr),\\nWith hearts defiant of all tyrant Neroes.\\nWhat to them was ribbon, bay, or garter\\nThere was no gem treasured mong the stores\\nOf Al Rhascid, Cenghis Khan, the Tartar,.\\nThat would not pale its ineffectual flame\\nBeside the lustre of a patriot s name.\\n11.\\nAnd yet, with all due modesty, I claim\\nA patriotism higher than all these.\\nBefore you smile, give me time to name\\nMy reasons num rous, cogent, by degrees.\\nYou ll not say they are impotent and lame\\nUnless my logic puts you ill at ease.\\nA patriot s logic has no respect for station\\nIts sole duty is to look out for the nation.\\n12.\\nNations have come and gone so vast\\nThe earth has quaked beneath their pond rous tread.\\nKingdoms, empires, republics, all have passed\\nThe Throne of Heaven in review. The dead\\nOutnumber far the living. Their wrecks massed\\nOn the misty shores of time are a dread\\nLesson teaching as with a trumpet s call,\\nBeware our fate learn wisdom from our fall.\\nXo.\\nMinisters they had of high and low degree,\\nBut greatest of all, Minister of W^ar.\\nOf all their go-ds of heaven, earth and sea.\\nMars, the Bloody, was their favorite star.\\nFor his carnivals at Thermopylae,\\nMarathon, Ir^alamis, Cannae, Arbela,\\nEven we, disciples of the Prince of Peace,\\nAdore this butcher-god of Rome and Greece.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "14.\\nPeace on earth, Good will to man, has been ringing\\nTwenty centuries through Heaven and Earth.\\nThe righteous sons of (Jod have been singing\\nHosannas to the Prince of l\u00c2\u00bbeace since Christ s birth.\\nDown Jacob s ladder angels have been bringing\\nMessages of love from the White Throne sent forth.\\nBut, Mars slaughter house has not been closed a day-\\nPride, Ambition, Power, had lather kill than pray.\\n15.\\nTwo thousand years Sixty generations\\nMay be six million have come and gone to dust.\\nAnd ijerished with theui a hundred nations\\nCreeping, first, with petty jiace, as each must,\\nThen by the sword gaining their high stations.\\nAnd by it dying ambition s holocaust.\\nAs war s alarms have never had surcease,\\nNo wonder, there ne er has been a Minister of Peace\\n16.\\nDemonstration of my patriotism.\\nIn the scholastic style, will not be made.\\nWith premises et cet. called syllogism.\\nI bridle Pegasus to give me aid,\\nWith horse-sense told in verse and rythm\\nThat oft a syllogism lays in the shade.\\nBy instalments the proof will come, in driblets,\\nAs an honest bankrupt pays his honest debts.\\n17.\\nWhere to begin, where to end, gars me greet.\\nI am like Baba in the robber s den.\\nWhere er his ravished vision or his feet\\nWandered, he gazed on riches \\\\\\\\ithout end-\\nEntrancing sight! to avarice so sweet,\\nhoosing, he threw away, then chose again,\\nAs Prentiss teeming fancy similes supplied.\\nSo rich, between them he was troubled to decide.\\n18.\\nThere ends the parallel in quantity.\\nIn quality here s ricbness that old Squeers\\nWould covet: Marlboro burst his tomb to see;\\nWould wring from Swartwaut agonizing tears\\nAt Carter s million haul; till with envy\\nWolsey at Hanna s power, and the fears\\nOf a cringing Cabinet and of their master, too.\\nAs their simple clerkship duties humbly they pursue.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "19.\\nOh! for Morgiana s opportimitj\\nAnd art and means not forty jars,\\nOne for each thief, but ten thousand, fulh\\nAnd a sea of oil to nial^e tliem see stars\\n(They might escape by pUniding lunacy)\\nBut there s one thing, this consummation, mars\\nWith oil 1 could not drown a single fellow,\\nWithout tapping the World s Oil Tank Rockefeller.\\n20.\\nMercy! what an api etite for dirt oil\\nThat fellow has and such capacity\\nI wonder he does not his clothing moil\\nHe grabs and gulps with such voracity\\nIf there were law to make that fellali toil,\\nTwould gauge his greed to the mild rapacity\\nOf Bigbellied Ben s who ate a church and steeple,\\nA cow, calf, hog and a half, the priest and all the people.\\n21.\\nA doctor s horse thinks everybody s sick.\\nOr ought to be as his master wishes\\nAnd stops at ev ry honse. Mine has the trick\\nOf shying, prancing, and jum])ing ditches,\\nAnd by-roads taking; hence 1 must be quick\\nTo rein him in, then lecture him with, switches\\nTo keep the road and not be (juite so frisky,\\nWhich, but to Teddie Roosevelt, is very risky.\\nThe truth must be confessed he is not trained.\\nHe ll break his gait rack, trot, gallop, amble.\\nAs you must ride behind, not to get strained.\\nReach round and hold on firmly by the pummel.\\nAs I carry Caesar, I ll keep him high reined\\nSo he cannot kick, and, perhaps, not stumble,\\nShould he buck and jolt you, slip off behind the crupper-\\nBucking s not prescribed to give appetite for supper.\\n23.\\nMy Pegasus in sev ral gaits will move,\\nStepping in spondee, trochee, iambic.\\nAs our varying subject may approve.\\nShould lie run away you ll feel dithyrambic.\\nBut what boots it. when a woman we love,\\nWhether she wear silk, calico, or cambric\\nIt s substance not shadow, that wins a true lover,\\nBooks the new rich purchase only for their cover.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "24.\\nWhil\u00c2\u00bb\u00c2\u00bb siiiftinj:-, a few staves I would essay\\nIn sentiment, if I thoiij\u00c2\u00bbht you d know a note.\\nAs b) Plauna and Alj^ei- and such clay,\\nI d as soon siuj; opeia to a. goat.\\nBesides, my tiieme forbids the dreamer s lay,\\nBeing- more like the anecdotes of Choate\\nWanting the Attic and religious flavor.\\nTo win a poet s or a preacher s favor.\\nStill, like Tam O Shanter, I ll skelpit on\\nThrough mud and mire, well knowing that my Muse\\nIs not the best that e er lifted leg song\\nI should have, said thougii, lifted s no abuse\\nOf teruis, for some preachers often say, Long\\nMetre, then making for their voice excuse,\\nRemark softly, Brother Jones will please raise the hymn\\nWhich f I ones raises as easy as falling off a limb.\\n26.\\nThrough mud and mire Aye there s the rub alas I\\nMy Pegasus, though winged, would not be able\\nTo mount on high, for, my Herculean task\\nIs to try to clean your Augean stable,\\nThough no rivers through it have I to pass.\\nHercules labors, we re told, are fable;\\nMine s as gTuesome as Valjean s journey through the\\nsewer\\nI would rather hud a fleet naiad and pursue her.\\n27.\\nThe subjects for our thoughts are various.\\nAnd equal to your failures that are many.\\nCreeds I exclude, being not sectarious\\n(That word, though heterodox, is good as any.\\nWords, like religions, are multifarious\\nAnd orthodox, or not worth a penny.\\nAs the use of one, and adherents of the others,\\nSuits the speaker, or are always clannish brothers.)\\n28.\\nWe will talk of tariff, Jonah, fishes.\\nNow and Iheu of a greedy millioiiaiie.\\nAlso, a few American Misses;\\nHanna and the negro the Arcadian Pair;\\nVanderbilt and Gould of course, of riches,\\nBritish Bill Astor, Mackay, Quay and Fair\\nOf Filipinos and our passing Constitution\\nIf I can reach it before its dissolution.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "29.\\nWe ll see Hanna in Heaven on a tear,\\nThen see what figure he will cut in Hades,\\nWe will speak of embalmed beef and Alger\\nBut at this point we ll exclude the ladies\\nAttar o roses, could not perfume the air\\nOf Rockefeller, as it is said his\\nPlethora needs surgery b}^ tapping.\\nTo save us from his stomach s over-lapping.\\n30.\\nCarter s case will next receive attention.\\nAre 3 ou aware this gentleman s from Ohio\\nExcuse me, that fact is scarce worth mention.\\nBut, there are facts candidates wish to know\\nIs a culprit rich Draws he a pension\\nHas he friends influential? Is he poor?\\nOf course, to such things you have not given thought-\\nThere are other ways than by money being bought.\\n31.\\nThe entire nation fears your health will fail\\nStill, should it, we must and will conform us\\nTo the will of Pio violence. With you at the tail,\\nHanna at the head, could not alarm us,\\nAs twould not be new. We d still get our mail,\\nI axes pay, buy stamps, fatten Trusts, rot in Manila,\\nShort commons eat, and sleep without a pillow.\\n32.\\nDukes, Earls and Counts and all such no-accounts-\\nOur brothers-in-law by recent marriage\\n^V^e ll weigh to see to what each am.ounts.\\nAmericans must guard against miscarriage\\nIn affairs marital our girls should bounce\\nEvery titled knave who pays sea-ferriage\\nTo cribbage cash to waste on fetes and wines,\\nRacing, gambling, yachting, lust and concubines.\\n33.\\nLastly we will discuss your own affairs\\nNot with Hanna and Walker but of State.\\nConsider where your fences need repairs\\nThat, money, of course, will necessitate,\\nAnd a raid by Hanna on Millionaires\\nYour Minister Penitentiary delegate.\\nTruly, the times are sadly out of joint,\\nWhen you a eunuch in morals thus anoint.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "34.\\nI was about to say thus appoint but truth\\nIs mighty Marc Hanna appointed you.\\nThe Constitution you heard of in youth\\nNow obsolete (hence we are in this stew)\\nSays appointment for election, forsooth,\\nAnd I suppose, that defunct parchment knew\\nA handsaw from a hawk, but could not understand,\\nHow a President can be elected by one man.\\n35.\\nNow for my contention, as lawyers say,\\nI beg you ll bear my premises in mind\\nAs Secretary of Peace I get no pay\\nNo gifts, nor perquisites of any kind.\\nNo fame awaits with crown of laurel or bay,\\nE en Amos Cottle leaves me far behind.\\nLike Adam s recollection, I stand alone\\nMy own progenitor with no hope of son\\n36.\\nAt your Board to sit till your term expires:\\nTo gaze on Hanna s mug behind your chair;\\nTo watch him impudently pull the wires\\nLike a vulgar fakir at a county fair.\\nRejecting needy sons of patriot sires.\\nAppointing vagabonds with woolly hair.\\nThe white man s offices used as bribes for votes\\nBought as easily as market sheep or shoats;\\n87.\\nTo look at Alger and keep wondering\\nWas it his heart or legs that played truant\\nWhenever Mars his cannon set thundering;\\nDid that absence make his tongue so fluent\\nDamning the South, since peace; then pondering\\nW^hether his appointment was pursuant\\nTo Hanna s wish to have the South abused.\\nOr because he of cowardice was accused;\\nTo see the tripartite combination\\nBetween Ambition, Cowardice and Might,\\nTo humble Merritt by change of station\\nJust when his soldier laurels were in sight;\\nTo smother Lee by subordination\\nBecause he conscience followed in another fight;\\nAnd Wheeler sped to Granny Otis succor\\nTo save you from the fate of Old Dan Tucker;", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "39.\\n!See General Miles, commandant in chief\\nNext to your majesty, by Alp;er spumed.\\nAnd his fat pet the nation brinj^ to j;rief,\\nHad not Wheeler by desp rate courage turned\\nRetreat to yictory, disaster to relief\\nWhile ev ry soldier s breast with yalor burned;\\nTlien, hear Shatter praised equal to his distension.\\nWhile the hero, AVheeler, gets honorable mention.\\n40.\\nPoor little Joe, like poor Joe in Bleak House,\\nIs kept moving on must keep moving on\\nFighting Joe W^heeler not bigger than a mouse\\nWhen the battle s desperate and forlorn,\\nHanna and Alger cease their wild carouse,\\nSeize j our small form, as David did the stone,\\nFling you on the foe, certain of success.\\nThen hold 3^ou as a rebel, in duress.\\n41.\\nTo sJt by Alger and Hanna, his chief,\\nAnd smell his vile, carrion beef embalmed,\\nWith no promise by Death of quick relief\\nFor a datesvxan in such air to he becalmed\\nIs vicarious suffering of all grief\\nIt is, by anticipation, being damned\\nOh! for a goat, limburger cheese, rotten eggs, a skunk-\\nAnything for a change even to be dead drunk\\n42.\\nTo see our Sampson easily surpass\\nThe old Samson who could carry off gates.\\nSlay thousands with the jawbone of an ass.\\nAnd do divers great deeds The Book relates.\\nBy sinking a Spanish fleet of first class\\nOn simply seeing it, as he himself states.\\nTen miles away Heavens what a basilisk eye\\nThat can a navy sink, stew, broil, roast, or fry.\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0io.\\nIt is enough to make a statesman faint\\nYes even a politician sea-sick\\n(A Chi istian one whose piety isn t paint)\\nTo see such slaughter by a dirty trick\\nWithout shot or gun. With such a giant\\nLoose, the Union might be shattered with a kick.\\nI can t imagine how his victory came to pass,\\nExcept by undermining, craftiness and gas.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "10\\nstill, to sit and Admiral Schley to see\\nBobbed of his laurels by the legal fiction,\\nFacit per alinm, facit per se;\\nSchley being under Sampson s jurisdiction.\\nAll glory Schley won was constructively\\nBy Sampson won. I venture the prediction,\\nHad Schley lost, Sampson would have fled with horror\\nFrom the rule of law, Bespondeat superior.\\n45.\\nIt s a poor rule that does not work both ways.\\nHeads I win, tails you lose, is Sampson s rule:\\nFor the banker safe, but to the man that plays\\nWell no one plays it twice except a fool.\\nWere I Schley, before I d ser^e two more days\\nUnder that magician, I would teach school.\\nPeddle pinchbeck, peanuts roast, or as the worst\\nI might descend to originate a Trust.\\n46.\\nWith purloining laurels he did not stop\\nThe little fellow had an eye to gain.\\nPrize money is the seaman s special sop.\\nIf Schley had sunk the ships and, Spaniards, slain,\\nHe d be chief owner of the golden croj):\\nThis was more than avarice could sustain\\nSo, the Fourth of July present had this string\\nTake the sunken hulks, but pay me all they bring.\\n47.\\nBest undisturbed. Shades of Themistocles\\nPeace be with 3 ou, great spirit of Paul Jones,\\nAnd all ye naval heroes between these\\nOf Salamis and Serapis. Your bones\\nAre long resolved to dust, but the bT-ight leaves\\nOf your laurels are still kept green. The stones\\nOf marble honored by your graves will perish, too,\\nBut time can never change your chaplets emerald hue.\\n48.\\nNo sordid stain pollutes your snow-white glory.\\nYe never pillaged from a brother s fame:\\nYe ne er suppressed the truth of history,\\nNor with imagined exploits decked your name.\\nModest, simple, grand, sublime s your story;\\nYour country s welfare only was your aim.\\nSchley and Dewey, though still mortal, join you in the sky.\\nThey, like vourselves, are heroes that were not born to\\ndie.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "11\\n40.\\nAs to Sampson, I ll not try to place him,\\nBut leave him to Hanna, Alger, you and Long\\nWho, as Cervera s conquerer, embrace him\\nWith a wounded bear s hug, though not so strong.\\nYou ve put him on the track and you must pace hiin,\\nAs you have resolved to do, right or wrong;\\nWliich makes a thought come rushing to my mouth\\nPoor Wheeler, Schley and Lee are from the South.\\n50.\\nBase envy withers at another s joy\\nAnd hates the excellence it cannot reach.\\nDelenda est Carthago that is, destroy\\nThe men whose honor baseness can t impeach.\\nWhen in the open field you fail, employ\\nChicanery, cunning, money, deceit; teach\\nChildren falsehood; make history lie, God s laws abuse\\nTo put Saxon chastity to the brute negro s use.\\n51.\\nThis in you is but ambition s rancor,\\nIn your master, the insolence of wealth;\\nEach to our nation s a dangerous canker,\\nOne grasping, cruel, moves by stealth;\\nOne devouring as an eating cancer.\\nBoth combined forbode certain, speedy death.\\nAmbition backed by wealth in monarchy must end\\nWealth s gluttony and insolence to anarchy tend.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "12\\nCANTO SECOND.\\n1.\\nPatriotism is quite variable;\\nIt has, like verbs, many moods and tenses.\\nLike bank notes it is transferable\\nBy hand; one is cautions of ex])enses.\\nCounting costs like a thrifty constable.\\nAnother class has more than five senses.\\nThe sixth propounds the question Will it pay\\nAnd leaves arithmetic to answer, yea, or nay.\\n2.\\nThere is vicarious patriotism\\nThat for its country dies by substitute,\\nWhile it stays home to nurse its rheumatism,\\nWhose agony no doctor can disput\u00e2\u0082\u00ac\\\\\\nThen, there s the last refuge of scoundrelism;\\nAnother wears the chameleon s suit\\nNow British red, Columbia s blue, or Irish green,\\nWhen the Hessian patriot s purse or stomach s lean.\\nThere s the sanctimonious patriot\\nWho thanks God he is not as other men\\nHis unctions hide s too precious to be shot.\\nHe goes abroad as Gotham s Upper Ten,\\nTo boot-lick Counts when bullets fly redhot\\nOr trade his daughter like a courtesan\\nFor a pauper s title with the poor thing annexed\\nSo long by debts, diseases, concubines, pei*plexed.\\nThere are patriots by expatriation,\\nMackys, Bradley-Martins, Goelets, Astors,\\nAnd many more of like occupation.\\nKnights of washtubs, cooper shops, hides, ])lasters.\\nRat-traps, soap, pills, rotten army ration.\\nHeroes of widows and orphans disasters.\\nWho d rather be tom-cats to look on queens and kings.\\nThan be at home, by birth, American sovereigns.\\nI make a moment s pause to moralize\\nA thing old-fashioned really out of date;\\nA thing the thoughtless young always despise-\\nIt s so much like a sum to calculate.\\nOr problem algebraic to analyze,\\nOr meditation on their future state.\\nOr prudish mammas breaking up a frolic.\\nOr wakened from Elysian dreams by colic.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "13\\n6.\\nStill, as the young will not, their elders must\\nTo moralize approaches near religion.\\nIt elevates this animated dust\\nTo communion with the unknown region\\nTo which even the Faithless look in trust\\nFor rescue from bleak, cold, dread oblivion,\\nWhere rayless night o er thought and dreams is spread,\\nAnd Love man s sole Divinitv lies dead.\\nYour majesty of the Filipinos\\nFirst Emperor I do not like that stanza.\\nIt is not in line, even Hanna knows.\\nWith my theme. I had struck a bonanza\\nOf vulgar, sordid, raucous, parvenus.\\nAnd I confess, I did not understand, Sir,\\nHow Love from them cropped out in that manner-\\nExcept that sweetest fruits are grown by guano.\\n8.\\nIf so, to what sublime my thoughts had soared\\nIf I had mentioned Pierpont Morgan s name.\\nHeaven, Paradise, houris, would be lowered\\nIn contrast; for, his polluting fame\\nAs Pander, (by all lesser pimps adored).\\nRelieves the Bawd of Mitylene s shame.\\nShe a few victims lured to lust and death\\nHe taints a nation with his lustful breath.\\n9.\\nPerched serenely in his Virgins Bower\\nSo called from lucus a non lucendo\\nWith cat s ear keenly bent on Wall-Street s roar,\\nHis pimps and panders ogling sly below,\\nSnaring the weak and faint into his power\\nWho pleading Pity banished long ago,\\nWith practiced eye to please each lustful guest,\\nHe picks the fattest, fairest, youngest, best.\\n10.\\nWhat glory to be a nation s Pander\\nTo be an old Procuress for the rich\\nWhat joy to bear a name immune to slander\\nStill, Fame reserves him for a tiny niche\\nNot wholly base. Hear! ye poor and wonder\\nYe who delve, hunger, sweat, suffer, starve, stitch\\nHe s put a hundred thousand dollars in dogs\\nTo commune with when he leavos the other hogs.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "14\\n11.\\nI was about to moralize awhile\\nWhy is it that these tramp expatriates\\nTurn to England or the Emerald Isle,\\nFrance, Italy, Greece, Spain, and other States,\\nAnd not to Africa or other wild.\\nWhere there s affinity with empty pates\\nWhy take buck-horn handles where ivory is used\\nWhy tolerate this pack when Chinese are refused\\n12.\\nAs this immigration is cause of war,\\n1 advise a speedy proclamation,\\nBefore this exodus shall go to far\\nApologising to ev ry nation;\\nAnd, that, you indignantly do declare\\n(With a Jesuit s mental reservation).\\nWe are not responsible for this invasion\\nThough, soto voce, it makes a fair equation,\\n13.\\nBy trading Bradley-Martins for their Huns,\\nBy swapping old Bill Astor for Herr Most,\\nBy putting on them Chauncey and his puns.\\nBy chucking off the Mackays from the Coast\\nAnd not a few cracked society guns\\nEnough to justify the modest boast\\nWith a thousand such anarchists across the seas,\\nWe can hold in check their anarchists with ease.\\nU.\\nBut the mystery is, why do they go\\nIs it that sentiment and poetic taste.\\nLike a burning passion in their bosoms glow\\nDoes philanthrophy draw them to each place\\nOf Freedom s victory Seek they to know\\nThe sad truths we learn from the Old W^orld s waste\\nAnd desert spots w here nations proud and strong\\nFell by their own hand, fell by doing wrong?\\n15.\\nWould they inspiration s luxury feel\\nBy standing on Mars Hill with Tarsus son.\\nOr at the sacred shrine of martyrs kneel\\nBreathe the heroic air of Marathon,\\nOr on Olympus hear Jove s thunder peal,\\nOr taste the poet s wine of Helicon\\nThrill with the liquid tone of pure Homeric Greek,\\nSee Phidias marble wake, and hear it dumbly speak?", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "15\\n16.\\nSeek they to feel the ecstacy of love\\nWhere Sappho in its sweet eousuming fire\\nLeaped from Leucadia s weeping brow above,\\nTo quench the tlanie that never can expire;\\nOr in mute transport in the Arcadian grove\\nLisien, and weep, to her immortal l,yre\\nThat, were philosophy, art, martial triumphs, dead\\n^Yould o er Greece in ruins undying glory shed\\n17.\\nKnow the^ Tasso s fierce and maddening flame\\nliurning in his breast until reason fled,\\nOr feel the wealth of love in Thisbe s name,\\nWho would not live, for Pyramus was dead;\\nAnd Panthea s what love has richer fame\\nAMio, o er her spouse slain for a royal Mede,\\nTli rough her loyal breast drove the pleading steel\\nAnd, dying, by his side did joyfully kneel\\n18.\\nOh! witness mute to pure incarnate love\\nWhose dust doth jewel lone Pictolus shore\\nThou wert at once the sacrificial dove\\nAnd Priestess of him thou didst so adore\\nThat on his breast as altar thou didst prove\\nThy Faith, and, as Love s rich libation, pour\\nThy rubies-blood till life s expiring breath.\\nAnd with it seal thy soul to his in death.\\n19.\\nAcross the pathless, shoreless, night of time\\nI, adoring, greet thee where er thou art.\\nEons howe er remote and every clime\\nAre present to the sympathetic heart.\\nThe Beautiful, the Ti ue, and Love sublime\\nAre of thee an imperishable part\\nThou Pagan paragon of love divine.\\nWhat Power could from thee all self refine\\n20.\\nBy thy creed, translated, thou art a star,\\nOr constellation, but not so by mine.\\nThy apotheosis is loftier far\\nThan stars and suns that round the Throne do shine.\\nThy soul on seas of light, in Glory s air.\\nOn blissful waves of melody divine\\nAll sight feeling rising, rising still above.\\nIs Immortality s Self, if God be Love.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "16\\n21.\\nYour majesty, what have I been doing?\\nHave I delirium tremens quoad,\\nThat, thoughts on love I have been pursuing\\nI m like a naturalist run stark mad\\nWho talks of terrapins and gophers wooing;\\nOr funeral parson rigged in kilt and plaid\\nHuntington teaching honor to our youth.\\nOr Marc Hanna intermeddling with truth.\\n22.\\nI believe that even Hanna might see\\nIf in morals trained a century or two\\nThe monstrous, mountainous absurdity\\nOf thinking, dreaming, that the vulgar few\\nUnhappily too few who bless our country\\nAnd add to Europe s anarchistic crew\\nBy their hegira, ever think of aught\\nOn earth, except what can be sold or bought.\\n2.3.\\nSir, if from Hanna s grapple you can fly,\\nOr get your nostrils free from Alger s beef,\\nOr from your sainted Carter take your eye\\n(Pray, Dear Emperor, ycu mud have relief\\nTwo years hard work on Carter s case you ll die\\nThink of the millionaires and Hanna s grief!)\\nYou d wonder why these tramps should ever go away,\\nThen, as a patriot, you d wish that they would stay.\\n24.\\nWhy do they go Not for poesy, love, art.\\nScience, philosophy, freedom not to learn.\\nIt s a voyage journey sans head or heart\\nMammas, to do the old duenna s turn.\\nPapas, in the marriage trade to do his part.\\nDaughters, the raw commodities that stern\\nParents swap for a rotten scion of nobility\\nGrafted on plebeian stock to gTOw gentility.\\n25.\\nOh! the pork-fed, strident, gawky Dears\\nAshamed to stay where papa made his jack\\nBy gambling, soap, hides, butchering steers.\\nBeer, pills, ferrying, peddling from a pack\\nDisgraced by trade they flood their breast with tears\\nOh! papa packed a wallet on his back!\\nSo, in silks, laces, diamonds, slippers number seven,\\nThey sail to buy a title, alias their Heaven.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "17\\n26.\\nA title! My kingdom, (that is a million\\nPounds) for even a little Duke, Count, Earl\\nAh! Saint Chrispin! 1 would give a billion\\nFor a great big duke yes, I d give the world\\nDuchess to be called lead the cotillion\\nWith dear Prince Macc roni, and then to whirl\\nIn the delirium waltz with Count Sans Cullottes,\\nAnd all this beef, beer, pack, origin, forgot?\\n27.\\nAnd then, Oh heavens, tof be presented\\nTo the dame of children seventy two\\n(Each may be king or queen, although demented)\\nSleep till blows the dinner horn\u00e2\u0080\u0094 then pursue\\nRacing, Balls, with Cavaliers Servented\\nWho are, I hear, quite cheap and not a few\\nSpain s noblest blood, I m told, with such pure intention,\\nThey give to married women only their attention.\\n28.\\nOh. I am so tired of Democracy,\\nSays the erstwhile pauper, now the Newrich.\\nI intend to join the aristocracy\\nAnd be a Count or Duke, I don t care which.\\nEvery thing s for sale to plutocracy,\\nFrom maids and mothers who live by the stitch,\\nTo princesses and dukedoms in distress.\\nThe Presidency, the Pulpit, and the Press.\\n29.\\nLaban, to Isaac, fair Rebecca sold.\\nThen cheated him with Leah who had sore eyes.\\nCaesar, Octavia, to Anthony, to hold\\nHim an ally: Austria thought it wise\\nTo take Napoleon in the royal fold\\nBy making of Louise, a sacrifice;\\nChurchill, his sister s honor sold outright\\nOh! God! why slumbered then thy avenging might\\n30.\\nHis glory sprang from Arabella s shame.\\nAs fairest lilies grow in foalest mud;\\nFirst, Marlboro, Earl; then he, Duke, became\\nAs honors rushed upon him in a Hood\\nNone brighter than the glow of Mars red flame.\\nThe brightest when on Blenheim s hill he stood.\\nMeanwhile, his thievery surpassed belief,\\nTill, bv solemn vote, the Commons named him thief.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "18\\n31.\\nCan martial blare redeem so vile a man,\\nA pander to the royal roue s last,\\nWho, in his sight, made of his sister leman.\\nStrumpet, harlot, trampling her in the dust,\\nWhile he preferments took with miser hand-\\nGloating o er the price of infamy the worst\\nIn Albion s blazoned royal lechery\\nA sister ruined by a brother s treachery\\nThrough near two centuries this noble blood\\nPolluted and polluting had been strained.\\nA feeble sprig in Blenheim palace stood,\\nHis fame by many open liaisons stained;\\nHis dukedom waning, he in desperate mood,\\nNo titled dame with money to be gained;\\nTo keep his all ^his title-tag -from being spilt,\\nDid wed much cash, plus a plebeian Vanderbilt.\\n33.\\nThis dicker of flesh and coin for station,\\nNot being quite in line with ferrying\\nTo Van, a title being a thin ration\\nCompared to stocks, bonds, and railroad querying-\\nCame near going overboard from passion\\nAt the thought of ten million burying.\\nWithout dividends, in a mortgaged palace\\nBut, then, Van thought of his grisette in Paris.\\n34.\\nBut, the measly, desperate Duke was firm;\\nTo taint his noble blood he must be paid.\\nTo make a duchess of a common worm\\nOf the dust, and mockingly have it said,\\nYour heirs have in their blood the plebeian germ\\nA class below England s seventieth grade\\nThe cross of a duke and a ferryman s daughter\\nA mixture of Johannesburg and dirty water,\\n35.\\nRoused Blenheim s little lord to raise the price\\nOf his faded, worn, and rotten title.\\nThough it was for sale, had been offered twice\\nTen times for less, still, the not-a-little\\nBurden in the trade, (the daughter), made a nice\\nQuestion for the starving lord to whittle.\\nSo, he clung to his title, it being his all\\nLike Hop-O-My Thumb hugging a headless doll.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "19\\n36.\\nBut me Lud had many unwitting allies,\\nJealous, bold bidders for the unclean thing.\\nWho swarmed round it like gorgeous butterflies,\\nAnd other flies with not such brilliant wing.\\nThis insect swarming should not cause surprise,\\nAs seldom tis, weak dukes and earls will bring\\nTheir grandpas rusty clothes, too big for them to wear,\\nFor sale to our idiot bones, rags, and hanks of hair.\\n37.\\nThey know, these new-rich Dears do yearly flock\\nLike migratoi\\\\y birds to Europe s shores,\\nWhere pauper counts and dukes are kept in stock\\nLike army mules worn out with grubs and sores,\\nOr bogus mining shares offered at bed-rock,\\nOr green goods always sold behind the doors\\nChasing every tom-tit to a title tagged.\\nWith mercantile affection till the game is bagged.\\n38.\\nDuke of Liaisons, what is your cash price\\nFor the adorable title of duchess?\\nPapa has great wealth and it would be so nice\\nTo have two persons united, such as\\nYour noble dukeship known so free of vice\\nAnd myself, who, (modestly), own as much as\\nNecessary to rebuild your ruined estate\\nAnd keep us snug unless you are insatiate.\\n39.\\nDear Misalliance, your frank proposal\\nOverwhelms me quite so unexpected\\nYer knaw your papa s cash at my disposal.\\nThanks but er if you are connected\\nAs an appendix and, as I suppose, all\\nYour kin er not by my class respected,\\nYour offer calls for serious reflection\\nAnd I must make some family inspection.\\n40.\\nYer knaw there is a very great distance\\nBetween the Old World and the New I mean,\\nNot in miles, but that piece de resistance\\nCalled Caste the lofty Alps that stand between\\nThe refined and vulgar whose persistence\\nTo obtrude all their coarse, indecent, green\\nBrood on the elite, would soon upturn societ3\\\\\\nTVTiich, to our noble class, is cause of great anxiety,", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "20\\n41.\\nBecause, we are society, yer knaw\\nAs your proposal shows. We re noble born,\\nYou are of the mass that toils far below,\\nGet rich by trading in stocks, wheat, or corn;\\nThen your ambition is to make a show,\\nAnd treat your former friends with brutal scorn,\\nOr swim the sea, as, the Hellespont, Leander,\\nTo buy the name of some reprobate young gander.\\n42,\\nWhen a noble, one of the plebicities\\nCondescends to take, as his lawful wife,\\nShe gives him social appendicitis\\nA malady that lingers during her life.\\nAnd makes far more trouble than St. Vitus\\nIn this climate. Its main effect is strife,\\nWherein the plebeian must act Little Jack Horner\\nWhose place, yer knaw, was always in the corner.\\n43.\\nYou see Mis er ^your name, please ^Alliance?\\nYes Misalliance at the social functions,\\nYou, a pleb, could not set at defiance\\nThe laws, as yours are by Injunctions.\\nYou d be bound to the strictest compliance\\n(As, in writing, we are with conjunctions,)\\nWith the inviolable law of Precedence.\\nAs unchangeable as the law of decadence.\\n44.\\nBesides Mis er alliance you d have to learn\\nSome table manners. If at any day\\nIt might, at a state dinner, be your turn\\nTo eat, you should have but little to say\\nDon t guffaw talk stridently, nor look stern.\\nGive modesty at least a moment s play.\\nI recall a banquet given in Washington,\\nBut, I hope the people there were not your bon-ton.\\n45.\\nPigtail, Minister from the Celestial Clime,\\nIn Stewart s Castle a, Eeception gave.\\nAll moved quite smoothly until supper time\\nWhen appetite that villianous old knave\\nAuthor of our pains and many a crime,\\nSeized the throng, young and old, the gay and grave\\nAnd threw them on the \\\\iands, a struggling mass,\\nLike the cuirasseurs and horses in Ohain Pass.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "21\\n46.\\nSilks and laces in ra^s and ribbons flew;\\nChignons took wings, looking like birds with hair;\\nSome were squeezed till vermillion lips turned blue;\\nCursing and screams commingled filled the air;\\nTrains trampled and torn did the carpet strew\\nAnd thus, t is said, some er bustles were laid bare.\\nBy turns, women gasped, fainted, screamed, fanned and\\ntugged,\\nAnd some really grumbled because they had been hugged.\\n47.\\nOf heads bald and glossy there was such rushing,\\nIt seemed a game of billiards in the air\\nBy players who d not learned the art of pushing.\\nAs neither pocket or cai-rom was made there.\\nEach ball hugged closely to tlie cushion\\nBut the cushion was a bosom almost bare.\\nAs to the cushion I trust there was an error\\nStill, the old American gander is a terror.\\n48.\\nSo, Misappli Missalliance, is my name\\nThank you. Tliere is a vast deal to be said\\nIn this matrimonial trade or game.\\nYour broker called on mine, but I m afraid\\nHe er prevaricated all the same\\nWhatever the sum it must be cash paid.\\nIt s business You wish it said you made a mash,\\nI wish it known I got the cool, clean, cash.\\n49.\\nMy Dear Duke. I m obliged ever so much.\\nYou have only to name your price in gold\\nMy dear Misdefiance er it is such\\nBother our name er yer knaw, yet I m not old.\\nBut when your servants shall dub you Old Dutch,\\nI may remember without being told.\\nI ll sell the name as one of the common nouns\\nOf the neuter gender, for two million pounds.\\n50.\\nThe trade was quickly closed What a clatter!\\nNewport went wild everywhere, She s caught a duke!\\nNo-o-o-o, she bought him. How the news did scatter!\\nGamins cried hextra-a all about the puke\\nHeads craned from windows bawled What is the matter?\\nMaids rushed, flew, gathered in ev ry street and nook.\\nSome said, She lucky. some said, It is too bad,\\nSome said, He is a rake, and some were very mad.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "22\\n51.\\nWho then felt, as nil Americans should,\\nWhose noble sires did caste and title scorn?\\nWhat mother wept for fallen womanhood\\nWith Freedom s dower, more than princess born;\\nWith virile, independent New-World blood\\nThat rests on conquered heights above a throne?\\nWho grieved to see that proud neck bowed in slavery\\nTo a corrupt caste born of feudal knavery?\\n52.\\nI would rather gambol o er Freedom s soil\\nWith the wild deer s lithe and elastic tread,\\nThe scion of a freeman grimed by toil.\\nThe honest winner of his daily bread.\\nWhere kings a cringing people ne er despoil.\\nNor effete Caste their licensed vices spread.\\nThan own, my child is such a stringy, small potato,\\nI would pay millions for a man to elevate her.\\n53.\\nI d rather be a dog and bay the moon,\\nIxion chained forever on his wheel,\\nA leper with no hope of dying soon,\\nA beggar knowing I must die or steal,\\nPrometheus scorching in the blaze of June,\\nA harem slave and to a sultan kneel,\\nThan buy a bankrupt, lech rous, titled nonny\\nWho looks down on me and takes me for my money.\\n54.\\nI would rather a monkey be and cling\\nBy the prehensile grasp of my own tail;\\nA negro s mangy, summer dog and swing\\nPrecariously when possum seasons fail.\\nOr any bug, save humbug, without wing,\\nOr Jonah in the belly of a whale.\\nThan appendix vermiforrnis to a manikin\\nSwaddled solely in his mummy grandpa s rotten skin.\\n55.\\nThere s a sequel to this duke affair\\nBeing of millionaires it will delight you\\nOf the old Barons feuds it wears the air.\\nBut there are no gory tales to fright you,\\nAs these barons were only Bull and Bear.\\nFor full particulars I must cite you\\nTo that Serbonian bog where armies whole have sunk,\\nWhere saints deliglit to gamble, but punish for a drunk.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "23\\n56.\\nThe old Van and Jay were as line a brace\\nOf pale Diana s knights as ever took\\nThe road, or smuggled up the sleeve an ace.\\nCorsairs they were of river, street and nook\\nVan, with fearless tread sought his victim s face;\\nJay sneaked stealthy like a ghoul or spook.\\nAdopting Peggy Lob s sage plan of peculation\\nDout take with bluster, Paul, but by insiuivation.\\n57.\\nThe lion with defiance seeks his prey,\\nHill, plain and valley trembling at his roar.\\nThe tiger, crouching in his lair by day.\\nAt night through brake and jungle creeps for gore\\nWith velvet tread and claws that flay\\nIts unsuspecting victim seized before\\nAware that danger s near. Thus these two rav ning beasts,\\nOf widows, orphans, friends, supplied their bloody feasts.\\n58.\\nBut two such monsters could not ravage long\\nA field so narrow as Manhattan Isle\\nWithout meeting in encounter strong\\nWhile in hot pursuit, in some close defile,\\nOf one prey Mercy, pity, right, or wrong\\nWere sounds that only raised their robber-smile.\\nAnd very soon the encounter came to pass,\\nWhen both prowled forth Erie to seize en masse.\\n50.\\nSeeing the old lion on Erie s trail,\\nJay and Jim Fisk withdrew to Jersey s shore.\\nAs, on the Isle, was danger of the jail\\nFrom the stuff to bait old Van they had in store.\\nThey printed shares and fed him by wholesale\\nUntil, sniffing tainted meat, he took no more.\\nGould and Fisk bloomed out in raiment rich and tidy\\nFisk was slain by Stokes Gould lived to make Black\\nFriday.\\nThus rose the Gould and Vanderbilt vendetta,\\n(Bloodless, as rogues ne er fight with gun or sword,)\\nGrowing worse with time, like chronic tetter,\\nTill Van was called to get his just reward\\nWhether, where all rich, in chains and fetter,\\nHave blazing brimstone piled on by the cord,\\nI leave to those who feel religious trammel\\nFrom the riddle of the needle s eve and camel.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "24\\n61.\\nLike Freedom s bloody battle once begun,\\nThis rivalry to be the biggest hog\\nOn earth, was bequeathed by greedy sire to son.\\nAs Bloody-noun begets the pollivvog,\\nAs big potatoes oft to strings do run,\\nAs brightest dawns do sometimes end in fog,\\nSo, the pig-my Vans and Goulds, with their sires appetite,\\nGluttony and hate, made but a feeble fight.\\n62.\\nHow long this pigmies battle might have raged,\\nBut for improvidential intervention.\\nIs left for those whose wisdom is engaged\\nIn study of casualty, to mention.\\nAs truth by theology must be gauged,\\nI, though a layman, make the suggestion\\nAs improvidential must be something evil,\\nThe intervener must have been the Devil.\\n63.\\nWhen this micromaehy was at its height\\nFor the prize, so coveted, of gluttony,\\nA monster on a sudden hove in sight\\nAnother pachyderm, it was plain to see\\nBut its proportions viewed in ev ry light\\nRaised a question as to its family\\nWhether Hippopotamus, or huge Essex hog.\\nOr mammoth unclassified, just from the bog.\\n04.\\nIts weight in pounds was reckoned forty milliCii,\\nIts greasy hide denoted feed of oil.\\nWhich caused a prophecy of weight, a billion.\\nIf from obesity it should not spoil.\\nOr fall and burst in the war-cotillion\\nThart must open soon between Trusts and Toil.\\nThe poor looked on in terror and in wonder,\\n.The rich, with envy of its power to plunder.\\nTwas soon agreed it was an Essex boar\\nGreediest, biggest, coarsest hog on earth.\\nThrough ev ry pale and close and field it tore,\\nDevouring, crushing, every thing of worth.\\nInsatiate, its hungry grunt was More!\\nSparing not age nor children at their birth.\\nWhen by its weight a foe it could not smash.\\nIt gave with bloody tusk a deadly gash.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "25\\n66.\\nThis continent it swept, but not content,\\nIt swam the sea with oil caslc for propeller\\nTo desolate another continent.\\nAll exclaimed The thing ne er had its fellow\\nAs it rocked and waddled, on ruin bent,\\nThe cry went up, Its name is Rockyfellah!\\nAt that a pallid terror seized the wond ring crowd\\nt^ome fled, some clutched their cash, some wept, some prayed\\naloud.\\n67.\\nThe little Vans and Jays in wild despair\\nOf being the biggest hog, gave up the fight.\\nThree-fourths their fat being water and air,\\nOn glimpse at this repulsive, beastly sight\\nOf oil-fat, dragging belly about to tear.\\nThey took to yachts and fled to hide their spite.\\nBut failure to become the autocratic hog\\nDid not quench the feud nor its movement clog.\\n68.\\nThus, after a short detour to inspect\\nA zoological monstrosity\\nWhich causes wisest statesmen to reflect,\\nAnd naturalists much curiosity.\\nAnd all who their country would protect\\nFrom such greedy monsters, grave anxiety.\\nReturn we by the line of beauty to the Goulds\\nThat is, resume the text on imbeciles and fools.\\n69.\\nWhen it was known that Vanderbilt had bought\\nBlenheim Marlboro s consecrated skin\\nSo eagerly by new-rich fathers sought,\\nTheir daughters with the puny duke to wrap in\\n(That tadpole being by a gold hook caught\\nThe mummy being all worth mentioning)\\nThe feud blazed up again by burning envy fed.\\nAnd the Goulds to water took to buy a titled bed.\\ni 70.\\nA thousand years ago when men were cattle\\nAnd women even less, when with the land\\nThey went and conld not leave except to battle\\nFor their King, Baron, Lord, at bis command;\\nWhen man God s image was a chattel.\\nOr little less than angel, as his hand\\nWas mailed and strong to hold his villeins to the mark,\\nOr feudal tyranny had stamped out Freedom s spark,", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "26\\n71.\\nFrom kings to feudal slaves were many grades\\nOf caste Lord Keeper of the royal stud\\nWith us, in Saxon, hostler; chambermaids\\nWe call, were Chamberlains of noble blood,\\n(Jailed Lords. There were Lords sinecure, as aids\\nTo keep the royal conscience, when they could\\nFind it; Lord Keeper of the King s hounds, hares, quail,\\ndeer,\\nAnd ev ry mother s son of them was called a peer!\\n72.\\nA Count, as Europe s fancy live stock s quoted\\nIn its registry of the breeds of man.\\nIs fifth of the vagabonds supported\\nBy toilers, on the robber -bai on plan.\\nSo surely thus are ease and lust promoted,\\nWonder t is, the grades are not a. thousand.\\nThey stand in order king, duke, marquis, earl, count\\nAnd others but the entire stud I ll not recount.\\n73.\\nAmong the lower grades of Caste in France\\nIs Keeper of the Castle Castellan.\\nThere may be other ranks he s in advance.\\nAlthough a bailiff has a higher stand\\nIn that home of heraldry and the dance.\\nIt s as plain as that the language Geniian\\nIs three-fourths consonants, that Monsieur (Jastellane\\nKeeps the castle, as castellain is sire to chatelain.\\nOn a lean strip with bounteous chestnut growth\\nA chateau stands in Norman, mansion called.\\nIts lord, old as a roysterer, though a youth.\\nHad recently as keeper been installed.\\nHis lech rous pranks were quite enough, in truth.\\nFor anxious watchful dames to be apalled.\\nTroubles he had from long neglected debts\\nAnd many sad, forsaken, young grisettes.\\n75.\\nGaul s gay capital epitome of man s\\nChief achievements good and bad, is near.\\nLike Aladdin s diamond palace it stands\\nBoth Freedom s cradle and an Empire s bier.\\nFrom its bloody portals to other lands\\nRushed Redcapped Carnage awakening fear\\nIn ev ry royal breast of universal death\\nTo the Tyrant s League to stifle Freedom s breath.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "2.7\\n7G.\\nParis! Earth s microcosm! Murder and Art,\\nPhilosophy and war: religion, then\\nAtheism: Reason, and love without the heart;\\nTyranny, then Liberty: Empire again,\\nMonarchy, and Republic last the mart\\nFor fashions, roiu^s. bonbons, absinthe, brain,\\nCancan, opera, amilles, giants and midgets,\\nWhere over Dreyfus the whole army had the fidgets.\\n77.\\nThe glories of that rare historic spot\\nThe thoughts and feelings of gay Castellane\\nDid not enlist. Chestnuts alone did not\\nAflford the cash his chateau to maintain.\\nHe lapped up follies and meanwhile forgot\\nHis growing debts, the grisettes and their pain.\\nHis oft repeated out of fVinds was growing stale.\\nWhile creditors and grisettes were growing gruju and hale.\\n78.\\nNot a theory a (condition him\\nConfronted. Necessity required a sale.\\nTwo things were left the chateau and a limb\\nOf the Keepers C^astellane a runty male.\\nTlie hope of working off the house was slim,\\nBut worse, to ship the son without a sail.\\nSo Count, a cutty sark, was given to the breeze.\\nWith guaranty its skirts would reach quite to the knees.\\n79.\\nMeanwhile a fleet yacht ballasted with gold\\nTo swap for family ballast, cleaved the foam.\\nLike Argos for the Golden Fleece of old.\\nA Baron s flag proclaims he is at home;\\nSo, spying the cutty sark, the yacht did hold\\nStraight its prow to it and to anchor come.\\nThe count received the (lonlds with condescension\\nBut gave the ballast his profound attention.\\n80.\\nWhen two are bartering, one for station.\\nThe other for its equal weighed in cash.\\nIt s so hard to strike the true equation.\\nThat, pity t is, they made so sweet a mash.\\nOne sees but x in her calculation.\\nThe other fears his price will cause a smash.\\nBe firm, faint count! they ll buy you for your dirty rag,\\nThough sticking like a blanket to a soreback nag.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "28\\n81.\\nTo trace the shrewd negotiations thiough\\nMight weary some. Besides, this commerce hicks\\nThe odor of Cupid s bower, the hue\\nOf heaven, a trace of Dian s velvet tracks,\\nBlushing Aurora s bosom veiled in dew\\nWhen at Onon s loving touch she wakes;\\nOr thoughts of Venus long despairing chase\\nFor one lingering, dying, farewell embrace.\\n82. I\\nThe Count thought his bawbee worth ten million\\nThe yacht a whistle gave with a long wh-h-e-e-w.\\nThen tacked as one chassez in cotillion,\\nBut kept the sark and keeper in full view.\\nTo the runt the sky then looked vermillion\\nSo, he thought it best to fall a peg or two.\\nThe trade was closed on a five million whittle\\nHe got the cash, she, a sybarite and title.\\n83.\\nFive million dollars to be called Countess?\\nOh! the superlatively wicked waste\\nWhat good, or bad, it could do in bounties\\nThen think of it bartered away for caste\\nTwould enrich a hundred Southern counties;\\nA billion ghosts t would make old Charon pass.\\nWonder if Jay, seeing his ducats flying, heyday.\\nRepents the damning villiany of Black Friday\\n84.\\nThey re flying, like yellow old maids on wing,\\n(I mean the pretty flowers of golden hue\\nNot the sweet Dears with lips without a sting\\nWho only fly to hear or tell what s new.)\\nThe Count, that s no account a neuter thing\\nScatters Anna s cash with a Titan s thew.\\nWhat gratitude to Jay that beggar ought to feel!\\nHe should say Ben Hur s Magi s grace at every meal.\\n85.\\nIt is said, (that is, they say, the Goulds have drawn\\nA penurious pucker in Anna s purse,\\nTliat keeper-of-a-castle, starved, to warn,\\nHis lusts he must curb in or do much worse.\\nBut, as such vices are with a Noble born,\\nHis sole reformatory is a. hearse.\\nHad I such a son-in-law, I d either ship him.\\nOr, in prayers for mercy, ask the Lord to skip him.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "29\\n8G.\\nYet, it is believed by some, there is good\\nlu all created things. Great is their faith 1\\nMosquitoes are phlebotomists, our blood\\nTo keep from spoiling. Serpents in our path,\\nOther crawling things when we re in sleepy mood,\\n(Though Eve s serpent is mooted with great wrath)\\nAnd a thousand such, are blessings in disguise,\\nStill, Christians these as blessings do not recognize.\\n87.\\nThen, there s virtue in the castle-keeper s son.\\nFor, when his rations were curtailed, his spirit\\nRose in rebellion something must be done I\\nThe only capital he had of merit\\nWas. like Narcissus self adoration.\\nSo, out of that shrewdly he did ferret\\nA monopoly with which no one would meddle\\nWith photos of himself he set out to peddle.\\n88.\\nA woman s heart set on Societ.y\\nUpsets her head in ev ry direction.\\nShe winks at deeds of slack propriety\\nWhich, erstwhile, she viewed with close inspection.\\nFew things are worse than passion for variety\\nThat, to a loyal husband, brings dejection.\\nAnd when a woman knows, tigs grow not on thistles,\\nShe should know, hogs have hereditary bristles.\\n89.\\nWhen a cracker girl yearns for a title.\\nThe title is all she sees as a dime\\nNear the eye obscures the sun. A little\\nScurvy, shrimpy owner even a crime\\nOr two for these she cares not a tittle\\nHer sole purpose is to get there on time.\\nAnd with plenty of money in her pocket\\nShe sets the sky ablaze like a whizzing, spangled rocket.\\n90.\\nOh, the wrecks of fortune, broken hearts.\\nThe agonizing look of black despair.\\nThe convulsive gasp, as when life departs.\\nThe desolation nothing can repair;\\nTlie mocking voice. Too late, that strikes, and starts\\nThe wound afresh, echoing everywhere.\\nWhen women, vain, weak, to counsel bid defiance.\\nAnd with titled, paui)er roues form alliance.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "30\\n91.\\nThere is another small patriot class\\nI can not from their quality neglect.\\nBeing self-segregated from the mass\\nOf Adam s seed, and royally select,\\nThey d think it lese majeste were I to pass\\nThem in silence; at least they might suspect\\nThe public cannot see, or loth to recompense,\\nTheir lack of common decency and common sense.\\n93.\\nThe subject we must contemplate just here\\nIs so saturate with tearful sadness,\\nLike Antony over Great Caesar s bier,\\nI must pause. When I began this madness,\\nLittle did I dream I should shed a tear.\\nBesides its grandeur causes dizzintss;\\nAnd, before we enter on this great discussion.\\nWe must, among the stars, retire for diversion.\\n93.\\nCome Respite you need from Nurse-Hanna s lap.\\nThree years ding-dong of Kock-a-bye-baby\\nIn the tree top and hourly taking paj).\\nAnd taffy from Lease, the populist lady.\\nAnd bad advice and lectures kept on tap;\\nBeing held in durance close and shady.\\nWill dwarf mind and soul let s take a heavenward llight,\\nWhere there s neither Hanna, politics, nor night.\\n94.\\nOh the grandeur, the glory of the scene\\nWe gaze on! Here man s boasted, sublime tongue\\nThe mark of rule Divinity set between\\nHim and the brute, is useless, dumb, undone.\\nHis groping thought is but the finite mean\\nTwixt nothingness and God. Imagination,\\nSoaring to explore, beat against these stars\\nIcy, voiceless, unresponsive as the bars\\n95.\\nOn which the eagle wastes its plumes and blood.\\nEre and since haldeans, tending by night\\nTheir flocks, challenged this silent host that flood\\nThe universe with a pale, spectral light\\nEach fixed as at Creation s dawn it stood\\nIts Jamp with undiminished lustre bright.\\nAnd returning, humbled, repeats the hymn\\nAVhat is man that Thou art mindful of him", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "31\\n9G.\\nThe stars! Jewels in the Almighty s crown!\\nIf you d gaze on gems in infinity\\nDiamonds sapphires rubies look around\\nFrom chaos they were fashioned in a day.\\nSee those vast globes of light in yon profound\\nThere s burning Vega s lambent, sapphire ray;\\nilere are ruby-suns blazing on His brow\\nThrough Eternity as we behold them now.\\n97.\\nYe Pilgrims, mute, through endless space! what power\\nOver mortal destiny do ye wield\\nCan it be, in man s helpless, natal hour,\\nTo your mastery he must humbly yield,\\nBe it baleful or benign, and lower\\nSink, or higher rise, in his future field\\nOf honor, or of suffering Is there Fate\\nIn you approving smile, or your malignant hate\\nIf not, whence the universal creed\\nOf heathen, pagan. Christian, Islam, Jew,\\nThat on yon atom planet, as ye speed.\\nSome, blessings shower, some, disasters strew,\\nAs tares the wicked sow, the good, good seed\\nAS hy treuibles Egypt at pale Sirius view\\nDid \\\\r war against Sisera on Zaanaim plain\\nWere by ye, or liarak, his valiant thousands slain?\\n99.\\nAnd modest Pleiades! ye Nuns of Heaven!\\n(xroupiug so sisterly, veiled by sorrow s mist\\nFrom loss of one of your vestal Seven\\nNo wonder, ye our sympathies enlist.\\nAs God has said, to ye has be( n given\\nSweet inriuences no mortal can resist.\\nIf it be, God so spoke to Job, even though in ire\\nLet God be Truth and every man a liar.\\n100.\\nOr, are ye, infinite, starry ho st!\\nBut insensate matter as is yon earth.\\nPeopled, as it, with teeming millions lost\\nIn wonder o er the purpose of their birth\\nAnd destiny, who their divinity boast.\\nAnd count, infinitely above your worth.\\nTheir own, as we, though as grass withering in a day.\\nClaim that death but keeps the door to immortality?", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "32\\n101.\\nHeavens what is that hoarse, gourd-sawing sound\\nThat breaks upon my ear at intervals\\nIs it the tones that in the spheres abound\\nIts roar is lilve Venetian carnivals;\\nNow, like an ungreased cartwheel turning round;\\nNow, it hath the nielod.v of caterwauls.\\nBy Allah! while I am here the stars adoring,\\nHis majesty is majestically snoring!\\n102.\\nMare, I think you are very hard on me;\\nThat mortgage debt I feel is more than paid\\nIs this debt to run to eternity\\nTime, 1 was nominal president made\\nBy you and money used in bribery,\\nBut you are president I am your shade\\nTou ve had all patronage, each office filled,\\nDriven, bullied, pulled and dragged me as you willed.\\n103.\\nr pray you, let me get upon my feet;\\nDo not thus grind me into nothingness;\\nThere are some promises I wish to meet;\\nA few more negroes with offices to bless\\nYou know they are to you companions sweet.\\nl^t me further the entire South distress\\nBy negro masters; it will revive the days\\nOf Reconstruction and set Lynch Law ablaze.\\n104.\\nSnor o r t Really 1 believe I must have slept\\nDid you speak No, Proconsul, but you did.\\nYes, I dreamed a human beast upon me crept\\nAnd all my energy and manhood fled.\\n1 fell upon my knees and sorely wept.\\nBut to all humanity it was dead.\\nThe lookers-on pelted me with contempt and joke\\nUntil, in a desperate attempt to rise, F woke.\\n105.\\nYou have the gift to dream realities\\nThe wonder is, you have not snored before,\\nAnd waked to learn wherein true manhood lies,\\nAnd those virtues all patriots adore.\\nBut, you are not yet fitted for the skies\\nSo, lest you sleep again and dream and snore.\\nWe will return to earth, you to Hanna s claims,\\nI to my adoration of the Royal Dames.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "33\\n100.\\nOh! ye Immortal Nine of divine song\\nNVhat measure of praise have I rendered ye,\\nThat ye liave reserved, through the ages long,\\nThis exceeding weight of glory for me?\\nHomer sang of Troy, its siege, Ajax, the strong\\nAchilles wrath, then, his brutality\\nLand gods, sky gods, Aeneas filial duty,\\nrluno s ox eyes and Helen s matchless beauty.\\n107.\\nVirgil took up that wondrous tale of war,\\nFirst made his hero break queen Dido s heart.\\nWho, through tears and sighs, laid her bosom bare,\\nAnd being scorned, chose Lethe as her part.\\nHe, last, a woman won in duel fair\\nBy, her lover s breast, piercing with a dart.\\nHe, though goddess-born, was son of mortal sire\\nAnd, hence, beneath the subjects of my lyre,\\n108.\\nTasso s one heroine a duke s lone sister\\nHe immortalized, and for it went to jail.\\nThough she swore, he never even kissed her.\\nIf she had been within the royal pale.\\nAs mine are, and he had sung to enlist her\\nHeai*t, there s no doubt his hide had been for sale.\\nYe love sick swains! if ye d not be jugged or throttled,\\nGainsr each royal nmid keep your ISluses bottled.\\n109.\\na,\\nDante s heroine was Beatrice\\nAdored on earth angel to him in hell.\\nBut, Beatrice was only common clay.\\nGoethe placed Marguerite under the spell\\nOf his Devil, for Faust with her to play.\\nPetrach wrote books of lyric Rime to tell\\nFor a gentleman s wife his love the degree\\nOf gentleman below a king being seventy three.\\n110.\\nVirgil Sang of arms and so must I now.\\nHis were of war, rapine, conquest, slaughter;\\nI, of arms royal, pink, rosy, or like snow\\nThough royalty may have wings it ought to\\nAs gentlemen are seventy grades below\\nThe exalted rank of a king s daughter,\\nAnd a gentleman is but a little lower\\nthixn the angels^ Now, to my lady s bower", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "34\\n111.\\noil! foi* the power to think in satiu,\\nTo gjve birth to thoughts in royal purple,\\nRobed in melitluous Italian Latin,\\nTender as the cooing of the turtle,\\nChristened with dew of the rosy matin,\\nCharming as to Venus was the myrtle,\\nTo sing of America s Royal Dames\\nAnd raise from Lethe s depths their unknown names,\\n112.\\nAs, when a body s to be raised that s drowned.\\nNear the watei s surface the cannon boom,\\nThe best effect is from the loudest sound,\\nFrom my weak voice I fear no good can come\\nTo the Royal Dames in their dark profound;\\nAnd they must be patient with their doom\\nThough like Blind Tom they make the ceiling ring.\\nThen clap in chorus and their own praises sing.\\n113.\\nThrough keen investigation microscopic.\\nThe new Society of Royal Dames,\\nWith motives purely philanthropic,\\n(From sweet charity, I omit their names),\\nHave long discussed the absorbing topic\\nWhether through kitchen-kin they have just claims\\nTo the royal bacillus in their blood\\nEngendered at some date siuce Noah s Hood.\\n114.\\nWith Stoic inditference as to source\\nTile only brand required being royal\\n(It might be after a lawful divorce\\nThere are games not played according to Hoyle)\\nThe Dames have traced its meandering course\\nWith filial devotion as truly loyal\\nAs a mariner s hunt for yesterday s wave.\\nOr Mark Twain s search for his fa.tlier Adam s grave.\\n115.\\nBeing patriots they exhausted, first,\\nAmerica s royal archives for a start.\\nTo the Tuscaroras there was a burst;\\nSome, on brown Pocahontas set their heart:\\nTheir rise in Sitting Bull some gladly nursed.\\nWhile others chose Tecumseh for their part.\\nSome Tomochichi sought for their paternity.\\nRejecting Osceola for despised modernity.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "35\\n116.\\nFor Montezuma there was a scramble.\\nBeing centuries old and very rich.\\nIf bacillus could be found to amble\\nFrom his loins, ambition s loftiest niche\\nWould be j-ained rank and wealtli in one gamble\\nFar better than to trace it to a tlitch\\nOf bacon, ferryboat, rat-trap, pills, or even soap.\\nThough, soap, next to (xodliness, is fallen mortal s hope.\\n117.\\nHut, the royal Indian conld not write:\\nTumuli contain his only archives\\nliones, pots, arrowheads, and little things hight\\nHis gods; and, then, he had so many wives\\nAnd concubines, that to search through the night\\nOf centuries and fifty thousand lives\\nFor bacillus, made tiieir embrlologist despair,\\nThrow up his job, and tell them they must delve elsewhere.\\n118.\\nTlien, next, Dahomey s sable king they sought.\\nDistinctions, there are none in royal blood,\\nInto race, color, rank so we are taught\\nOf all God s gifts it is the one thing good,\\nWhether Fee Jee, or British, matters naught.\\nAll this our Dames by instinct understood.\\nFor, he is a wise scni who knows his father\\nFits not royalty, but plebeians rather.\\n119.\\nBut, Dahomey s king being strictly moral,\\nlake Oeorge the Third after he grew insane,\\nProduced the ethnological (juarrel\\nHow royal Dames could come of that black strain.\\nWho, far from black, were not even sorrel\\nAlthough that i)edigree could cause no stain\\nBeing royal still the father being black\\nMight suggest Fraud so the Dames quit the negro s track.\\n120.\\nBy pigment baffled they to Europe fled\\nWhere royalty is common as pig-tracks\\nIn Iowa\u00e2\u0080\u0094 big and small, but, as I ve said.\\nSize is not reckoned. Royalty s self lacks\\nNothing\u00e2\u0080\u0094 all at the public s trough are fed\\nAnd rock in howdahs on the people s backs.\\nLoll, dawdle, gamble, cry, I am the State!\\nDrive fools to war, internmri-y, and ])ro]iagate.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "36\\n121.\\nThere, too, our royal Dames much trouble found;\\nFor royal stock is registered with eare\\n(Just as our colts and calvt\u00c2\u00bbs thoroughbreds all round.)\\nTo guard the sacred throne against an heir\\nNot royally begot. Others abound,\\nBut, their names are on the bar sinister.\\nTo wear a crown half-breeds are impotent\\nTill made wholeblood by Act of Parliament.\\n122.\\nTo say the search to find their plebeian names\\nEnrolled among these royal thoroughbreds\\nWas disappointing to our royal Dames,\\nWould put caps with bells on their little heads.\\nThey know, the mother-in-law, on the Thames,\\nOf all Europe, guards too well the nuptial beds\\nFor even fairies to steal a sainted royal kid\\nAnd smuggle a mongrel pleb under the coverlid.\\n123.\\nOh, the indefatigability\\nOf woman when in pursuit of trouble\\nGewgaws, rainbows, borrowed gentility\\nUnsubstantial as a dream or bubble\\nThat break the placid soul s tranquility;\\nMistaking, for the golden grain, the stubble.\\nDropping the real for the shadows in life s stream.\\nKnowing, that, though few things are what they seem.\\n124.\\nThere was the Golden Fleece and Jason s chase;\\nThere s an open sea at the frozen Pole;\\nThere s a bag of gold at the rainbow s base;\\nThere s imagined pleasure in stolen gold;\\nThe millionaire thinks there is happiness\\nIn the hoarding of wealth he can not hold;\\nThere are waking dreams and castles in the air\\nAnd the heart s the grave of Love that perished of despair;\\n125.\\nThere are kings who sigh for the peasant s ease.\\nThere are queens who envy the Nut-Brown Maid,\\nThere are crowns of thorns so just Fate decrees\\nOn thrones with diamonds and gold inlaid;\\nThere are purple robes mocking trembling knees\\nFrom dread of vengeance that maketh afraid;\\nThere are smiles through tears from hearts in deepest woe,\\nAs clouds of darkest hue reflect tlie brightest bow;", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "37\\n126.\\nThere are palaces rich in marble halls\\nWhere sires for centuries, in marble stand,\\nWhere canvas that si)eaks looks down from the walls,\\nAnd virtu that s gathered from every land;\\nAnd minions that cringe when the master calls\\nFor it \\\\s a noble s voice that gives the command\\nWhere Castle is as hard as their marble floor,\\nThat only weak women and fools adore.\\n.127.\\nAnd in those places are dungeons drear\\nWithout grated bars, bolts, or iron door,\\nThat to a loving heait are more gloomy far\\nThau exile on a lone, wild, desert shore;\\nAnd mocking- words in tones that pierce the ear\\nAnd stab the heart till Love can love no more.\\nWhat, there, is life but lingering, gilded death\\nWhat, but poisoned flowers hiding the corpse beneath\\n128.\\nYet, a title! A tag pinned on to flatter\\nDamn wife or sister to a lech rous bed,\\nOr because Salisbury dropped her garter,\\nOr to save a tottering royal head.\\nOr buy a rebellious subject s daughter.\\nOr place some favored lover in the lead\\nE en to read Wales titles we must pause for breath.\\nHe, whose approadi is danger, whose ontact death.*\\n129.\\nThere are two gates through which ye Dames,\\nYour paradise lamented can i-egain\\nLost not through curiosity that inflames\\nDesire, but from being born plebeian\\nThis is the base calamity that shames\\nYou so and gives your va^-ant heads such pain.\\nThe Morganatic, one gate is called the other\\nReally, I prefer to whisper it to your brother,\\n130.\\nOr sigh it through long distance telephone,\\nOr iyicog. write it out at your request.\\nAnd, even then, wnte in bashful undertone.\\nHinting and skipping, leaving you to guess\\nThe much implied by the mickle I make known.\\nIn order not to inflame your I oyal zest,\\nr d mention omit of Henry and Anne Boleyn,\\nBecause their bastard child, by law, was made a queen.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "38\\n131.\\nT beg you ll note the comma after child,\\nBecause, without it, child bv law might mean\\nLawful child. That would make e en Queen Bess smile,\\nWho knew she ne er could be of England queen\\nTill her veins were purged of the Boleyn bile\\nThat tainted Henry s immaculate strain.\\nBy Act of Parliament a tictitious flushing\\nTo purify a. bastard for the royal cushion.\\n132.\\nThe Morganatic seems your only hope;\\nStill, like the way to Hell, it s very broad,\\nAnd many there be that sin within its scope.\\nAs every royal buck first takes this road\\nAnd leaves some Agnes Bernauer to grope\\nTo death where, a social (pieen, she once abode\\nNor wife, nor widow, her children fatherless.\\nChained in the viewless vault of shame s vile duress.\\n133.\\nAs you re not so royal as to receive\\nParental recognition from a throne,\\nAnd as the third or other way might grieve\\nYour whole connection were it widely known\\nThe question is, would it not be best to leave\\nThe Morganatic, too, than to have blown\\nIn the bottle, to prove it genuine, the name\\nOf some old dead maternal you would thus defame?\\n134.\\nSo it seems to me that is so I feel\\nBut you and I are two praise be to (iod\\nI am an Ameri an too proud to kneel\\nTo aught tliat lives, or that has ever trod\\nThis dust that doth our common mortal yield\\nSave one whose worshipjved form s beneath the sod;\\nWhose prayers, blessings, gentle, radiant soul, peaceful lips.\\nAre still my inspiration, my life s apocalypse.\\n135.\\nAh! fair Dames! would that you yourselves could see\\nAs others see you You re afflicted sore,\\nBut all unconscious of your malady.\\nFrom want of occupation life s a bore.\\nOn Fortune s tide you ve drifted to a sea\\nWhose waveless waters sleep upon its shore\\nBarren, lifeless, not one green bough attracts the dove\\nThe heart sends forth in search for sympathy and love.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "39\\n136.\\nOn that arid, lonely, leafless, desert waste\\nYou ve sulfered Nature s penalty you re blind.\\nOur country s heroes, martial triumphs past,\\nImperishable treasures of the mind.\\nThe Shepherd to all nations, though the last.\\nLeading the way where freedom all ean And;\\nTime s noblest ott spring. the tirst whose gentle word\\nBade woman rise and reign the equal of her lord,\\n137.\\nYou can not see, but, visions, as you dream.\\nOf ribbons, garters, coronets, stars.\\nOf polluted rags that gorgeous to you seem\\nBadges of man s woes, of iron grates and bars\\nAnd clanking chains and dungeons where no gleam\\nOf light or hope appeared. No suffering mars.\\nNo poverty, distress, nor death, disturbs your child s delight\\nWhen the mirage of a royal bed rises on your sight.\\n138.\\nI am not your doctor, father, brother.\\nStill, take this prescription Go to work!\\nForget that corpuscle which your mother\\nHad not, could not have unless the good Turk,\\nOr Wales, a Louis, Henry, Oeorge, or other\\nSaint, the royal fence and one commandment broke.\\nWhich, to say, is lese majede- -scandalum, magnatum.\\nWhich means, truth s a lie when told by the substratum.\\n139.\\nBill Astor s only service to the State\\nWas when he emigrated sine die.\\nFollow his example emigrate 1\\nFormed of trampled but unkneaded clay\\nOf which God ne er made mortal strong or great,\\nOf the serf s dull strain, accustomed to obey,\\n(As slaves were proudest owned by masters high in station)\\nHe kneels, the fawning subject of a royal nation.\\nFarewell! fair Dames When you depart,\\nMay Fate attend you to the shore\\nWhere joyfully you date your start\\nIn purple. Fortune from you tore.\\nMany a queen at birth has been\\nBy fairies from her mother torn\\nAnd vulgar plebeians in between\\nTlie roval linen have been borne.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "40\\nOiii sighs shall fill your sagging sails,\\nOur tears the ocean gently swell,\\nAs we in gi-ief recount the tales\\nOf woe, your royalty, befell.\\nWe ll dream a story of a child\\nOf royal blood, with golden hair,\\nWith dini})led cheeks, angelic smile.\\nAnd fairer than a lily s fair,\\nThat to a. bed of violets strayed.\\nHard by a murmuring, crystal brook.\\nAnd as she with them gently played,\\nThey on her radiant face did look,\\nAnd gazing on her eyes so blue,\\nThey thought them sisters lost in snow-\\nSo more than heavenly was their hue,\\nAnd brighter than the sapphire s glow.\\nThe listless wavelets dancing by.\\nEnraptured with the fairy scene,\\nLingered to chant their lullaby\\nSighing in tones of love between.\\nThe birds enamoured gathered near.\\nCharmed by Beauty s magic power.\\nAs erst familiar, without fear,\\nThey sang for Eve in Eden s bower.\\nNearer the vision they gladly pressed\\nIn joyous transport wildly gay;\\nAnd when she smiled, they felt caressed\\nAnd sang a choral roundelay.\\nThe violets waved their perfume round\\nFit incense to a form divine-\\nTill flowers and birds and air and ground\\nBecame enchantment to her mind.\\nThen Somnus with his poppy wand.\\nEnvious of a scene so bright.\\nToo dull to feel emotions fond,\\nWaved down the sable veil of night.\\nThe crystal truants ceased their song.\\nRushed babbling, rippling on their way;\\nWhen questioned why they lingered long.\\nBy stone and moss that bid them stay.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "41\\nAnswered in gleeful tone that they\\nA vision heavenly had seen.\\nAnd duty summoned them to pay\\nDue homage to their earthly queen.\\nAs gently drooped her golden head,\\nHer tresses straying o er her breast\\nShe seemed, upon lier purple bed,\\nA child of Paradise at rest.\\nJust then a gypsy hag appeared\\nA lowborn infant in her arms\\nMumbling low some mystie word\\nTo bind the child by spells and charms.\\nCrooning, chuckling, the hag then laid\\nThe base born bantling on the bed\\nA change of rags foi purple made.\\nAnd with the queen to darkness fled.\\n140.\\nIt s within the range of possibility\\nThat one, or more, or all, of you may be\\nLineal sprigs of that kidnapped, with ability.\\nAfter parliamentary purging {vide\\nThe stanza explaining this facility\\nFor making queens to order, one degree\\nOnly wanted) to climb a golden throne\\nJust prove that child became a mother and, your own!\\n141.\\nDearest Dames, though I once have sobbed Farewell\\nStill I linger, unwilling to dapart.\\nThere is in your name, or royal blood, a spell\\nThat holds me bound the prisoner of my heart.\\nCould I Fate control, here would I gladly dwell\\nSighing like Bonnivard o er freedom s part\\nKnowing this my only chance, though through the world I\\nseek,\\nTo scratch my back against a royal sapling so to speak.\\n142.\\nBut, this stanza although bedewed with tears,\\nPositively shall my last appearance be,\\nYou of untold age, I with shade of years\\nLength ning eastward, have one destiny\\nThe grave So sha])e your end, when Death appears\\nWhen thrones, titles, rank, wealth, ai e vanity\\nThat Christ s poor shall stand a breathing monument\\nTo lives for man s ennobling and freedom spent.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "42\\n143.\\nl^ostseiipt AAlien I said this stanza is the last\\nYou Ivnew that embraced, to make good measure,\\nA postscript of length from bow-sprit to mast\\nA royal preserve of woman s treasure\\nA kind of dessert after meats are past,\\nA ragout of scandals full of pleasure,\\nBearing to your letters, either seen or read,\\nThe proportion a comet s tail has to its head.\\n144.\\nN. B. I ll whisper just one word of Wales\\nWhat s left of him is very mortal clay.\\nIn the swim, he s the bull mong Europe s whales,\\nI d give you a card for royal evtre\\nWere he at all punctilious with females.\\nBesides, I have refused to let him play\\nIn my backyard since his cheat at baccarat\\nAnd that Mordaunt affair. So hon voyage Ta-Ta\\n145.\\nI read a cruel joke some mouths ago\\nA wicked thrust at Philadelphia.\\nThe joker meant to teach how vei*y slow\\nThose Brotherly Love and (Quaker people are.\\nT was bad enough their retrograde to show.\\nTo say that they recite at evening prayer,\\nNow I lay me down to sleep, and then they say\\nLord! I pray Thee! wake me in yesterday.\\n146.\\nBut this slanderous, malicious scribbler said.\\nThat Philadelphia had that morning heard\\nThe grievous news that harles, the First, was dead;\\nThat a band of p irates. without a word.\\nLaid him on a block and cut olf his head.\\nSpattering his blood on his royal beard:\\nThat the Episcopal clergy and the Royal Dames\\nMet to mix their tears with those of kin upon the Thames.\\n147.\\nIn surplice, alb, and silken gowns they sang\\nMiserere cordia Te laudamus\\nTe domino until the rafters rang;\\nPar nobile Tu, arolus Primus,\\nEt Johannus Brownus whom thugs did hang;\\nDominus, Carolus do not condemn us\\nWe ve done our best news of your death took us by sur-\\nprise.\\nAnd being of royal blood it takes us a month to rise.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "43\\n148.\\nThe wretch I not to respect the pangs of grief\\nOver a relative s death so very recent\\nOne who, of all earth s martyrs, was the chief I\\nIt was so naive and supremely decent\\nTo give their burdened, breaking hearts relief\\nFrom hypertrophy caused by an event\\nOnly two and one-half centuries ago\\nOh! how brief a time to heal true royal woe I\\n149.\\nHow beautiful is this strong devotion\\nTo one who did Parliament twice prorogue\\nThat he might make forced levies of the nation\\nSo like the Trusts and taiiff here in vogue\\nWith pimps of royalty in high station.\\nThis strain of clergy is in the catalogue\\nOf Cromwell s and of Washington s bitter foes.\\nEager to slay Democracy with traitorous blows.\\n150.\\nThere are some minor patriot classes\\nSuch as Wliitney who publicly declares\\nHe d ratlier fleece ducats frcmi the masses\\nThan country serve, or climb the golden stairs.\\nHis chief ambition s stock including asses\\nRacing, dining, spinning with blooded mares.\\nTrying to play Warwick, in making Presidents.\\n^^Mtll treason to party friends, his only recompense.\\n151.\\nSaved from pi ecarious Briefs by wedding dower\\nReaped by wife s brother in The Standard (Ml\\nThen by Plutocracy given power\\nOf Secretary that dispensed with toil.\\nHe shone resplendent for a garrish hour;\\nBut, soon, avarice led him to despoil\\nBy gambling in stocks not trading in stock alone\\nAnd now the statesman jockies. running with Jockey\\nSloane.\\n152.\\nThere s Webster s great successor, Force-Bill Lodge\\nA little Lodge in a vast wilderness\\nWhen in Webster s seat. His joy is to dodge\\nTo Britain s feet to lighten his distress\\nCaused by America s vulgar hodge-podge.\\nAnd base mortality s unjust duress.\\nHere, he daubs in history just to damn the South,\\nThere he damns America bv word of mouth.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "44\\n153.\\nYet, strange, he thinks the negro is his equal\\nA view in which New England s in accord,\\nIf we can judge opinions by their sequel.\\nThe ethnic barrier set by the Lord,\\nThey think, old Adam kicked down when he fell,\\nOr fell when slavery perished by the sword;\\nSo, there, by law, black coons and white Yankee gooses\\nWed and breed a mongrel batch of bronze pappooses.\\n154.\\nThere s Russell Sage there never was but one.\\nIf God made him. He surely did repent\\nAs when He d made man and he had begun\\nHis evil ways. But Sage cannot relent\\nFrom weaving snares like webs by spiders spun.\\nAs, from others woes comes his sole content.\\nMasked in honor s garb he chuckles as he crawls\\nTo suck his victim s blood through Puts and Calls.\\n156.\\nHe learned his morals in the gambler s den\\nAnd puts in practice all he learned and more;\\nEven his stomach cheats so loth to spend\\nOf millions vast a cent. His dismal door\\nGainst alms is barred but, as if to make amend.\\nHe ll thousands give in fees and costs before\\nJustice or pity show to one his coward soul\\nThrew in the jaws of Death to save his carcass whole.\\n156.\\nCarcass, did I say? Y es, that s true in part\\nDead to humanity to mercy, dead\\nTo pity the weeping passion of the heart;\\nDead to shame whose banner flushing red\\nNever waves where Honor and Truth depart;\\nDead to country a cadaver save his head\\nThe den where vultures, leeches, vampires, cormorants live,\\nEver gnawing, clawing, sucking, tearing, crying Give.\\n157.\\nThere s Belmont, (Perry), of millions legatee.\\nTherefore, a Gotham s Solon on finance.\\nHis purse was once to Congress sent, and he\\nAs purser went along. A circumstance\\n(Bayard s gratitude to B s pere) and the.\\nRumor that B. knew Turkey is not Prance,\\nInduced Carlisle to make Belmont figure-head\\nTo Foreign Affairs his duty being to read", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "45\\n158.\\naptions to bills referred and make Reports.\\nThen, Republicans clawing had rare fun\\nMussing the Chairman, as when a cat resorts\\nTo tossing a mouse and letting it run.\\nHis God is gold, his hardest labor, sports.\\nHis creed Gotham, country, and he are one,\\nYet he can count the number of dinner courses,\\nAnd knows somewhat of Vanderbilt divorces.\\n159.\\nThere s Sherman, John, who entered public life\\nIn borrowed clothes, or, boaght with borrowed gold.\\nNow Chairman of Finance he quiets money strife\\nAnd, then, our Treasury s treasure he would hold\\nFacile to beat the drum or blow the fife\\nAnd from each coigne of vantage, coin could mold.\\nWith Aladdin s ring and Midas touch combined\\nWhere er he turned, vast hidden wealth he d find,\\n160.\\nThe Paris Conference he turned to coin\\nThe Avenue to a surface railroad, changed\\nTough Wall Street, to a juicy tenderloin;\\nIts risks, in ducats, presto, round him ranged,\\nTill the ignorant thought, he must purloin,\\nWTiereas, t was only want for w ealth exchanged\\nOnly Midas touch that turned all things to gold\\nThat others gain through honest traffic bought and sold,\\nIGl.\\nHut, Midas had another gift, his ears\\nSo large and long, they reached high in the air.\\nHe kept them hid for many grievous years,\\nYet, Midas was a multi-millionaire.\\nWhen you made John The State, so it appears,\\nA Spanish Don while coying with his hair.\\nFound his ass s ears, and John began aloud to bray\\nYour secrets, and you had to cudgel him away.\\n162.\\nHell, or I d better say\u00e2\u0080\u0094 Wall Street is full\\nOf such gorgeous no gorged patriot fellows.\\n^Vho love tJieir country for the venal pull\\nTliey have on it wlien trade falls in the yellows.\\nMorgan, Cleopatra-yachting being dull.\\nSold his yacht, warranted safe in shallows.\\nTo save his bleeding country from being lost.\\nAt a sacrifice of just three times its cost.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "46\\n1\u00c2\u00ab3.\\nWhen War s dread tocsin through our country swept\\nAnd 3^eomen young and old deserted plow,\\nAnvil, forge, briefs, and shops; and mothers wept\\nAnd prayed; and lovers spoke through tears their vow.\\nAnd pressed a farewell kiss on lids that slept\\nNot, from fond distress, resting like veils of snow\\nOn beds of \\\\aolets; when the serried host\\nWas gathering swift from mountain, valley, lakes and\\ncoast,\\n164.\\nYe Gods! it was a glorious sight to see\\nThese Wall Street patriots panting for the fray\\nThey swore by Mammon Cuba shall be free\\nIf sisters, cousins, aunts, could win the day.\\nAnd forthwith laid their trains of strategy.\\nBattle s magnificently stern array\\nAlone describes the terror of their front\\n^A hen army contracts fat they marched out to hunt.\\n165.:\\nArmed cap-a-pie they rushed to find the foe.\\nTheir flying, rumbling Pullmans shook the ground.\\nThe portent of this thunder Spain did not know\\nAmericans only trembled at the sound,\\nWho d felt the weight of these patriots blow\\nOn their solar plexus in many a round.\\n(If they could trap Spain into one speculation\\nShe d be skinned but learn the science of ])eculation.)\\n166.\\nRound Alger and Long these patriots swarmed.\\nClamoring for front places in the ranks.\\nWhen, by their fiery ardor Long was warmed.\\nAnd for Boss Hanna had expressed due thanks,\\n(Though, for the Treasury he felt alarmed).\\nHe spoke: Ye, Veterans of National Banks 1\\nHeaA-en has strangely lengthened out your days\\nYet, we read Inscrutable are His ways!\\n1(J7.\\nYour zeal, your wealth and country to defend.\\nYour skill in breeding monetary crises;\\nTo forestall Congressmen who soon would spend\\nThe sui-plus in pensions and other vices:\\nYour eagerness, for bonds, millions to lend:\\nYour patriotism in raising prices\\nTo teach the poor there s health in fasting\\nFor these, receive Boss Hanna s thanks everlasting.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "47\\n168.\\nAnd ye victors on many a golden field\\nHeartless by a thousand speculations,\\nImbued with courage that will never yield\\nTill the last hope of rich peculations\\nWith your last dime expires Ye! who conceal\\nBeneath the guise of trade-occupations\\nSwindling, gambling, thieving ev ry knavish game\\nWhose cheeks are Harveyized impervious to shame,\\nYour quii k response to your emperor s call,\\nDeserting loaded dice, watered stock and den,\\nScenting afar a. quicker, bigger haul\\n(At that there rose a choral shout Amen.\\nBy contracts for supplies both large and small.\\nWherein to stealage sweet there is no end,\\nRevive the glory of the times called olden\\nWhen Robin Hood sold Edward, king, his own goods\\nstolen.\\n170.\\nBeing the Lord s self-anointed, to ye\\nIs given the key to knowledge of finance.\\nY^our priestly office enables you to see\\nWhen cotton, stocks ^aJl produce should advance,\\nOr fall in price, just as you may decree.\\nYe vv ere ordained to make producers dance\\nTo any figure, jig, or break-down, you may call.\\nIt being the measure of your intended haul.\\n171.\\nY^our hands, like lilies, neither sow nor spin,\\nY^et reap all wealth from fields that others sow.\\nY^ our priestly occupation is to skin,\\nY et, keep your sacred ephods white as snow;\\nY^our sacrifices with the lambs begin.\\nBut where they end no one but God can know\\nMurders, suicides, burglaries all crimes that fill\\nPrisons, gallows, graves, bear witness to your skill.\\n172.\\nY on marble halls ^;your gilded gamblers dens\\nWhose doors, like harlots feet, lead down to Hell;\\nWhose deadl}^ plague around the world extends.\\nDestroying brain and brawn and soul to swell\\nY our sacrificial gains: where base wealth lends\\nTo vice its seductive smile and purple.\\nAre monuments to bastard trade born of greed and crime,\\nNe er seen by pagan, heathen, or the Wizard, Time,", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "48\\n173.\\nFa(^ Christiiins reared their banner on this shore,\\nAnd Fre^Hloni hailed her children from afar,\\nTo come and here Christ s Kingdom to restore\\nI^arn the jojs of peace forget the arts of war.\\nYet scarcely had there passed of .years two score\\nEre by craft called trade ye began to mar\\nThose joys equality destroyed new tricks devised.\\nTo snatch from Labor s hand each hard earned prize.\\n174.\\nThus, with candor, friendship s truest part\\nHave I of your patriotism spoken\\nSuch as it is, it burns within your heart,\\nAnd avarice is its only token\\nTo your country you will stick like a wart,\\nTick, leech, cancer, till your hold be broken.\\nThe emperor needs your cash hence I am civil\\nNow tell the truth about your wares and shame the Devil.\\n175.\\nMr. Secretary, knowing your bent\\nToward facetiousness and a fine jest\\nWe take your true description as t is meant\\nIt s a dirty bird that fouls its own nest,\\nAnd as your section, on the government\\nAnd tariff lives, its patriotic zest\\nEquals that son s who, to save his father joined the strife,\\nAs his annuity ended with his father s life.\\n170.\\nWe live by gambling\u00e2\u0080\u0094 you, the nation feeds,\\nWe skin only fools who enter our den;\\nYour tariff every man and woman bleeds,\\nExcept the rich\u00e2\u0080\u0094 they on the blood deper.d.\\nWe trench not on the poor man s daily needs\\nYou tax him eating, working, sleeping, and end\\nNot at the grave as, each day, you whelp a Trust\\nTha-t tears his living flesh, then robs his sleeping dust.\\n177.\\nYou came an infant to our foster mother,\\nBegging for aid till you could get your growth,\\nSaying, you wished strength to fight the foreigner\\nAnd to her dominion add still greater worth.\\nYou now use your streng-th and wealth to smother\\nCrush, destroy all infants at their birth.\\nBully, beat, rob our mother in distress.\\nAnd hold by Trusts all labor in duress.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "49\\n178.\\nTh tariff, of brutal Spanish oiigin,\\nA sneak-tliief scion of a robber sire,\\nToo cowardly for open foraging\\nPlying all artitices of the liar,\\nPosing as a patriot the poor man s friend;\\nSays t will raise him, then sinks, him in the mire,\\nOutstrips Kidd s, Fagin s, Sliepard s modes of thieving\\nIt takes his purse and makes him thinks it s giving.\\n17!).\\nYou teach by it that two locked in a room\\nCan swap coats all day and each come out winner:\\nProtection s not for him who grows the bloom.\\nBut patriotic to protect the sj)inner;\\nThat your support the public shall assume,\\nWhile you fleece all from architect to tinner,\\nFrom babes that can t be swaddled nor in cradles laid.\\nTo the dead that can t be shrouded, till your tax is paid.\\n180\\nYou lay a duty on a foreign hat\\nThen add that duty to contribute aid\\nTo home production, and whenever that\\nSum a dollar is by a poor man paid\\nYou in hand, you tell him a falsehood flat\\nlow did not pay it\u00e2\u0080\u0094 but your tariff made\\nA rich foreigner pay it who had hats for sale\\nAnd the fool, against his eyes; believes your fakir tale.\\n181.\\nThis is Freedom s land the home of freemen.\\nFree for jou who sell, buy and pay no toll.\\nBut toilers of the soil can not expend\\nThe proceeds of their toil can not control\\nSale of their own nor against your grasp defend\\nTheir rights. You, as tribute, have forced, all told.\\nMany billions your privileged class, like Egypt s ju iests,\\nEurope s crowned drones, Sulu s king, or Hindu s sacred\\nbeasts.\\n182.\\nBeasts of burden patient camels they are\\nAt least, you have trained them by deceit,\\nVociferous hammering of the air,\\nAnd cries of patriotism, that hoary cheat\\nThat knaves employ the simple to ensnare.\\nTo bow their necks a footstool for your feet\\nDegenerate sons of men who, when England\\nTrod on them, at Rebellion s call redeemed this land.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "50\\n183.\\nB,v you fed and luiturfd this prolifio beast\\nA litter hydra-lieaded lias bi-ouj^ht forth\\nThat, of a nation whole, have made their feast^\\nSpreadinj;- desolation over South and North,\\nHut far worse, theii- place of (U-igin the E]ast\\nAs, from foul dens in oaverns of the earth\\nWhere unclean beasts and hissing serpents are.\\nOdors sickening, poisonous, fill the air\\n1S4.\\n(freed, (Jluttony gross monstei s that are twin;\\nLust, Licentiousness^ vvhel] s of Idleness,\\nThat in vast wealth and luxury begin;\\nInhumanity than murder little less.\\nWant pitiless demon, bloodless, thin\\nDespair, the cub of Hunger and Distress\\nFollowing close, a countless, ghastly, spectral band.\\nEach waving high Rp:A ()LrTTON S tiamiug brand\\n185.\\nYour master to those monsters is dry nurse.\\nHis master, Hanna, milks them now and then\\nAnd their polluting nmtter spreads to curse\\nThose whose blood these monsters suck conquered men!\\nHad they the spirit of their sii es they d force\\nThe gates of yon Jiastile IMutocracy s den\\nWhere stolen wealth against redress is fortilied\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\n\\\\Vhere every plea for justice is denied,\\n180.\\nWhere Chauncey stands, a railroad sentinel;\\nWhere Hoar the tariff guards against assault;\\nWhere Huntington forbids the (Julf canal;\\nWhere (Ireeue and Gaynor are kept from being caught;\\nWhere Hanna says you shall not, or you shall,\\nAnd manikins obey as if they re bought\\nWhere courtesy is the only law obeyed\\nExcept when Poker s rules are fairly played.\\n187.\\nWhere Quay, confessed purloiner, lost his seat\\nBy vote of only one, though precedents\\nAnd laws strong as Draco s, gainst him were complete;\\nWhere charge of bribery is no offense\\nUntil the Press proclaims it on the street.\\nThen vice turns virtuous for self-defense;\\nWhere Freedom early found a bloody grave\\nFrom hands the people -hose their lights to save.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "51\\n188.\\nWe re both robbers so without further joke\\nWe will pi oceed. We have supplies for sale\\nThus one who had just seen Moss Hanna sjtoke.\\nWe huA e eanned beef that s just a little stale,\\nHut a deadshot if the soldier shouldn t choke.\\nOr sickened by the smell, j^aj;- and tuin pi.le.\\nWe ve army shoes made of paste-board not leather\\nWarranted for one week, if worn in dry weather.\\n189.\\nWe ve coke and coaJ, but, as Boss Hanna\\nHas ai dead call on these from his own mines.\\nWe pass. We have what is styled the Hanner\\nHunting for Old (Jlory, because the winds\\nHlow through it, such is the open nmnner\\nOf its woof, without touching. We ve all kinds\\nOf cheap drugs from diluted rain water up\\nTo bread-pills sugar-coated with sour syrup\\n190.\\nWe have shoddy warranted not to teai%\\nRip, or burst, if the soldiers stand erect.\\nIn summer, one, but in winter, four pair\\nAt a time he 11 need. Then, ofticers can detect\\nSleeping sentinels if they sit down, the rear\\nOf their trousers burst and witness their neglect,\\n^Phis profits all, those who weave and those who sew em.\\nAs clothes wear out faster than they can renew em.\\n191.\\nWe ve horse-hair blankets warranted all wool.\\nWove coolly open for the torrid zone.\\nThey ll stand anything but use, a stretch, or pull.\\nWe ve bacon very strong and chiefly bone\\nBut why name more our stock is fine and full\\nWe ll divy you allowing three for one.\\nSays Long, you are frank in offering a retainer.\\nYou should lessons take from Carter, Greene and Gaynor.\\n192.\\nThese are of the masters who hold the whip\\nO er your bended backs as you toil a-tield;\\nWho, you, from foundries, mines, factories, ship\\nWhen to base usage you refuse to yield.\\nWlio, were your ruby blood but gold, would dip\\nTo the last drop and no compunction feel;\\nWhose avarice grows by what it feeds upon\\nA morbid, cruel, sateless, deathless passion.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "52\\nF or this disease there s neither hope nor cure\\nIt bears the mark of even Heaven s despair\\nTliere s naught so deadly to the good and pure,\\nAs the sateless, gluttonous millionaire!\\nHe is pollution s fount, Hell s gilded lure.\\nContagion s vestment reeking on the air,\\nTlie World s black plague, the withering simoon s breath.\\nAt once the wreck and minister of Death.\\n194.\\nThe leper spurned with horror, sits alone;\\nThe harlot s mincing feet take hold on hell\\nAfter her dance of death despair, a groan,\\nA splash, a moment, the wavelets o er her swell.\\nAnd all her sensual ravages are done\\nThis fair ruin of trusting love whoi can, tell\\nOr victim of that glutton s countless gold\\nHer starving form besieged, she ransomed with her soul.\\n1J 5.\\nMurder s red hand may riot for a time,\\nBut Vengeance s sleuth hound tracks it to its doom.\\nThe Ocean swallows fleets in every clime,\\nAnd continents are wrapped in deepest gloom.\\nHut, the healing balm of years and Faith sublime\\nBring ease and we forget the sable plume.\\nOntlagration s forked tongue laps cities from the earth\\nThat rise far more resplendent at their second birth.\\n196.\\nEarth reels and yawns, islands and cities sink.\\nBut, cities grow and islands rise elsewhere;\\nArmies rush on death because idiots think\\nTheir royal dignity infringed. The air\\n(J rows faint with slaughter, and the earth drinks\\nThe red wine of life, but in one brief year,\\nYields up the draught in food, or sparkling wine\\nPressed from the luscious purple of the vine.\\n107.\\nFamine, the pale ambassador of Death,\\nLays silent siege around the starving hearth.\\nHe saps and mines and, at each waning breath,\\nResistance weakens; and, soon, the earth\\nIs iron, the Heavens, brass; and by stealth\\nPallor spreads her bloodless banner forth.\\nThe signal of surrender from despair\\nI eath reigns for neither hope nor life is there.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "53\\n198.\\nPale Famine s ghastly twin Black Pestilence\\nRides on the gale, or loiters with the breeze;\\nAgainst its viewless march there s no defense\\nalor in terror tiies, or on its knees\\nN ainly pleads for quarter where er its dense\\nBut noiseless column comes. By night it breathes\\nOn sleeping armies eager to clash at dawn\\nThe morning comes, but the serried hosts sleep on.\\n199.\\nInto the banquet hall it conies at night\\nWhere wit and eloquence hold high carnival;\\nAnd the tongue gifted for rapturous delight,\\nBy morn is dumb beneath the sable pall.\\nIt comes where twinkling feet, in fairy flight,\\nFloat rythmic with the dreamy rise and fall\\nOf music s harmony; but ere another day,\\nThose flying feet will coldly lie as other clay.\\n200.\\nTo the bridal chamber it creeps and there,\\nAs if from envy of the bridegroom s bliss,\\nIt mingles poison with th embracing air.\\nOn lips still glowing with the Good-night kiss\\nAnd cheeks of sea-shell tint; bosom so fair\\nThe amorous breezes linger to caress,\\nIt sets its icy seal, breathes its withering breath,\\nAnd the bride at eve, sleeps at morn the bride of Death.\\n201.\\nThese are but Nature s ministers that obey\\nHer laws and execute her stern decrees.\\nWhat, though in fury blind they ruthless slay.\\nOr sow the the lurid sky with uprooted trees;\\nOr, with Parian Temple, the bride of Art, play\\nAs if its purity caressing, then, seize\\nIt in Titanic rage, and crumble it to dust\\nGan we say, these ministers have betrayed our trust?\\n202.\\nFamine is but negation Mother Earth\\nWonld smile and nurse, but that her breast is dry.\\nBecause, above, there is another dearth\\nWhere Juno, goddess of the aqueous sky.\\nJealous of Ceres, checks her prolific birth.\\nBut the parching tongue, the agonizing cry.\\nThe famished dead, the li^^ng shrunk to skin and bone\\nThese are not man s deed\u00e2\u0080\u0094 they are Nature s work alona", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "54\\n208.\\nIs this wild faiKV, or hyperbole?\\nA madiiiau s dream, a ligiiieut of the brain?\\nOr the hoarse iiiiiible of dread anarchy\\nThat louder, nearer, shall be heard again?\\nNo! thou art insane, and the vagary\\nAll thy own; and, thougli, it wholly be in vain\\nTo reason with blind Pharoah s ai i Oganee and lust,\\nOthers may learn the way to raise them from the dust.\\n204.\\nlint thou! insatiate multi-millionaire!\\n(Jreedier than the leech, cruel as the grave!\\nWhose gluttonous appetite does not spare\\nLisping babes, nor tottering age, nor slave,\\nNor orphan s cries, nor virtue in despair.\\nNor friendship s ties, honor, nor the brave\\nWho thy stolen gains and our country s flag defend.\\nThou art the consummation of each and every fiend\\n205.\\nThy engulfing, insatiable maw\\nIs as illimitable as all space^\\nBeastly, swinish, brutal the tiger s paw\\nAnd tusks; the Satyr hoofs and sensual face;\\nThe hawk s and eagle s bloody beak and claw\\nkSiberian wolves whose tracks by bones we trace;\\nThe loathsome sow devouring her own brood;\\nThe Sphynx wide mouth dripping with human blood;\\n200.\\nHarpies that claw, devour the poor man s bread,\\nThe vultures scenting carrion from afar;\\nThe lank hyena prowling for the dead;\\nThe man-shark waging its rapacious war.\\nSave that no blood-stream marks thy coward tread;\\nDrouth, plague, famine, pestilence, that outwear\\nMan s courage, hope, life these are but trifling woes\\nCompared to thee, the last and worst of human foes\\n207.\\nThou teachest rapine, as an idiot knows.\\nThy hundred millions are from the robber-plan.\\nThou teachest theft no such fortune grows,\\nOr is amassed by toiling honest hand;\\nTen thousand years could not pile up thy stores\\nEarned in obedience to God s command\\nIn the sweat of thy brow shalt thou eat bread\\nThou cancer on the living, and maggot to the dead", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "55\\n208.\\nThere are few crimes however high or low\\nThou art not father to. Thou breedest them\\nAs the carrion fly does its maggots blow.\\nCrimes are AVant s branches, thou art the stem\\nAnd root of Want from which they wildly grow.\\nWhich others may, but tliou canst not, condemn.\\nThy guilty, cunning hand sheds countless tons of blood,\\nAnd, soon or late, o er thee will rush this crimson Hood.\\n209.\\nWant drives the dagger in the assasin s hand;\\nWant drives the father penniless to steal,\\nWhose honor but for want would unshaken stand.\\nWhen the piteous cry of famished infants peal\\nOn the mother s breaking heart in this land\\nOf plenty, and greedy riches for her feel\\nXo pity, give no hel]), and, to save her child, she sins\\nWhere lies the fault, with her, or where the cause begins?\\n210.\\nThe maid at birth that all the Fairies bless.\\nWhose morning cradled in the lap of love,\\nIs one unceasing, rapturous caress;\\nGentle and wooing as the fledgling dove\\nA poem and a paragon in loveliness\\nAt noon, bereft of fortune and, above\\nAll, the guardian circle of the sacred home.\\nDrifts on the world in helplessness to roam.\\n211.\\nThe tide sets out and clouds soon veil the sun.\\nShe sees no helping hand the night grows black\\nShe recks not how the midnight tide may run.\\nWant puts her fainting heart u})on the rack;\\nThe seducer s wily work is soon begun\\nWhile hunger s bloodhound presses on her trark\\nTill, sinking in despair, to clioose or death, or shame.\\nShe yields say I thou greedy glutton! where lies the\\nblame?\\n212.\\nIs this true of each multi-millionaire\\n(Tod be praised I there are some in this vSodom\\nRighteous found; but not quite enough to spare\\nIt from the swift, inevitable doom\\nOf the Cities of the Plain, they will share\\nWith the gi-eedy. Ere long there will not be room\\nFor Lazarus and Dives^ a million to one\\nEven the maggots in their sores will quench Dives sun.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "56\\n213.\\nGerard, whose benefaction to the poor\\nThe unco good, as he was an infidel.\\nSought to destroy through judicial favor.\\nPeabod} and Lawrence wrought supremely well.\\nSeeing their benevolence bear fruit before\\nFrom their palsied hands their vast riches fell,\\nHirsch, of the loins of Judah the world oppressed\\nCanonized himself by aiding the distressed.\\n214.\\nModest, silent Flower, with secret hand\\nWelcomed an opportunity to give.\\nThe Psalmist s words he took as a command,\\nBetter it is to give than to receive.\\nHearst, whose riches were sifted from the sand\\nMaking thousands to rejoice none to grieve\\nWields his great fortune to educate mankind,\\nAs prophets used their gifts to heal the blind.\\n215.\\nBy the bright waters of the Western Rhine\\nDwells a spirit as placid as its flood.\\nAs through some rare vase of alabaster shine\\nRays softened, like beauty by a vestal hood.\\nSo, among mortal clay, she seems di-vine.\\nAs, where er she goes she s doing good.\\nA temple fit for Faith, Hope and Charity to dwell in.\\nBeautiful in soul as the face of Grecian Helen.\\n216.\\nShe holds her millions as a sacred trust,\\nBurying not five talents\u00e2\u0080\u0094 no, not one\\nLifting the weak and fallen from the dust;\\nPlans new charities before the last is done;\\nAnd when Calamity s wail is heard, the first\\nTo help, the last to leave, as, when the Son\\nOf Righteonsness in agony loudly cried,\\nMary, devotion s paragon, lingered at His Side.\\n217.\\nLo! the contrast in Rockefeller s breast.\\nLike the Dead Sea that swallows Jordan s tide\\nForever in stagnation s deep to rest!\\nNo life within ruin on every side\\nWhere spectres seeming mummified attest\\nHie foul, contagious breath in which they died\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nLooking as if Death had searched his charnel stores.\\nAnd set his choice museum on its ghastly shores.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "57\\n218.\\nYet, this sunken, hideous sea-of-death,\\nAt rare intervals, in convulsion quakes.\\nWhen Angry Vulcan with his earthquake breath\\nThe plains and mountains of Jndea shakes\\nThen, this sea throws up asphaltum from beneath;\\nSo, whenever a vigorous colic makes\\nRockefeller afraid to die, he pleadingly hollers,\\nAnd vomits to Chicago a million dollars.\\n219.\\nThere is a uniform trajectory\\nTo this multi-millionaire s cram])ed stomach,\\nIt s under a latitude directory\\nAnd never retches over the Potomac.\\nBut hit\u00c2\u00ab Chicago University\\nEach heave. The reason is, there is no lack\\nOf flatten-, flunkeyism, and tin-horn toots\\nBy its scribblers as they humbly lick his boots.\\n220.\\nAfter a recent retch, one rushed into pi int\\nTo prove Trusts a blessing, and himself an ass.\\nTo one man s riches there should be no stint\\nWhy not let him all the world s wealth amass.\\nBe the whole government, conduct each mint.\\nBe bj himself the plutocratic class,\\nRule by Divine Right, monopolize each honor.\\nOn freedom, manhood, justice, get a corner?\\n221.\\nStill, to his gifts there s one redeeming trait.\\nThey go solely to the ruling, ruddy race\\nNot to kindle the flame of negro hate\\nBy graving on his savagery a trace\\nOf learning, just enough, as sure as Fate,\\nTo lead to crime, tlie gallows, or disgrace.\\nSo, on his tomb this negative single virtue write,\\nWhile trying to wreck the world, of the negro he lost\\nsight.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "58\\nCANTO THIRD.\\n1.\\nMy reasons for joining your cabinet\\nMight, properly, have been sooner stated;\\nAlthough it should not cause you deep regret\\nThat they are an hour or two belated.\\n(fOod novelists curiosity whet\\nBy telling last how virtue has been fated.\\nOr, how the villain received just punislunent,\\nOr, how the bear ate Red Riding Hood so innocent.\\nMy reasons for this sacrifice are many;\\nAll are strong and each alone is ample.\\nThey are so numerous that in giving any\\nI must, as drummers do, show but a sample\\nLetting you judge if they are worth a penny;\\nBut others, who will read your bad example,\\nAN heu Party-heat has cooled in coming years,\\nWill write you down, Weakest of all his peers I\\n3.\\nAnd, first, because your memory is weak.\\nOr you are ignorant of geography;\\nNot that part called Ohio and a creek\\nOr two near Canton s dear topography;\\nNor of Luzon, nor Negros, where your meek\\nSubjects are teaching you ethnography\\nAA rit in dearest blood of our brave troops and seamen\\nAnd read through tears and sobs of widowed women.\\nAVhen you wore the Major s straps you well knew\\nThere was a territorial section\\nCalled the South, inhabited by a few\\n)f Saxon blood, whose study was protection\\nOf the Constitution against your new\\nEvangel of Higher Law whose direction\\nThey knew was toward the hell all are now in\\nOf murder, riots, rape, lynching, and every other sin.\\n5.\\nWhen you were stung by the presidential bee\\nThere you sent your henchman, now your master,\\n(3n that Southern, still-hunt, slave-trade journey\\nTo learn the prices quoted in the pasture\\nOf the Republican Higher Law See,\\nWhere to reach office surer and faster,\\nWas corralled your black, broken, easy-riding stock\\nBranded R. the same those Saxons sold on the block,", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "59\\nG.\\nAs did their Yankee masters when they sold.\\nHe found a million in the front stable\\nBridled and saddled, and, when they were told\\nThey should eat fodder at the white man s table\\nGet a ride free, fifty dollars cash in gold\\nIf they would MeKinley neigh as long as able,\\nThey took his bridle, Hanna got on a-straddle.\\nAnd, like fat Saueho, jumped you to the saddle.\\nI fear, Dear Scribe, you have been ungrateful;\\nNo one can say you have been so to Hanna,\\nBut, the negro thinks your conduct hateful.\\nThey ve followed your commissary banner\\nIn hungr} files enough to make a State full.\\nIf tbey could be gathered in that manner\\nThey would fill Vermont, New Hampshire, Maine\\nWhat a special Providence! if but I need not explain.\\nIngratitude, basest of all our sins.\\nCould the fond father know at life s sweet dawn.\\nWhen the fii st throb of love s rich tide begins.\\nThat, the idol worshipped in its helpless morn\\nWhose very helplessness affection wins\\nHis love, devotion, counsel, care, w^ould scorn\\nAt noon it w ould wreck the argosy of life\\nAnd turn mankind, like beasts, to deadly strife.\\n0.\\nI pray you not to think that I forget\\nI am your counsel in affairs of Peace,\\nOr that I, a negi o or two, would let\\nDecoy me off, or my advice to cease.\\nLike some lawyers who their own cause set\\nIn stronger li. .dit by arguing with ease\\nThe other side so, I speak up for the negro\\nTo set in baise relief your charming figure.\\n10.\\nFor the argument I ve no apologj\\nExcept that it is, of speech, a figure:\\nThe case is one of genealogy\\nHanna, at Tliomasville. begat the negro,\\nAt St. Louis, (following chronology),\\nThe negro begat Hanna s alter ego.\\nYourself of the Republican mother.\\nWhich babe its grandpa at once began to smother.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "60\\n11.\\nThe question, now, is puzzling, rather\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nTo which should you show most gratitude\\nTo grandpa, mother, or your father\\nYour grandpa has had more latitude\\nThan mother and father both togetlier.\\nThe negro s share of the pap beatitude\\nLeaves him puzzled and grieving o er the text\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe Devil begat Beelzebub\u00e2\u0080\u0094 and I m perplexed.\\n12.\\nThere is no end to this family bother.\\nYour party claims, it did the Freedmau breed;\\nAnd as it,*by the negro, is your mother.\\nThat, (both being of Republican seed),\\nMakes your black father also your brother.\\nAs Hauna is father to your brother, t is agreed,\\nYour grandpa is, also, your sire; w^hich pedigree\\nMakes rather a dirty heraldy for the three.\\n13.\\nAs the grandpa is the baby s sponsor,\\nIt s clear that you of him can not get rid.\\nThe two together form the real Centaur\\nYou the body, hoofs and tail: he, the head,\\nEj-es, mouth, ears, and your official Mentor,\\nHolding the lines by which you re driven or led.\\nThe people gazing wonder how the thing was done\\nDid the man swallow the horse, or are the two but one\\n14.\\nThey marvel over this strange connection,\\nEven its grooms the Cabinet can not tell.\\nNor college of surgeons by dissection\\nWhere the senses of this huge monster dwell.\\nThe learned Cabinet, from much inspection,\\nBelieve lliey are located in its tail\\nBut. though the horse knows more than its i-ider,\\nStill, being weak, the man as usual is the guider.\\n15.\\no ii jttter how came tl .e nmn^^rimation,\\nW?M iher by mortgage or by affinity.\\nOr, by what is \\\\vorse contamination\\nWe know, there s in it no divinity.\\nBut, to make sure of our damnation.\\nThe negro went in to make the trinity\\nAlthough the nea:ro is led, as any stimpter mule.\\nFor Ilanna s riding when he needs another fool.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "61\\n16.\\nTlie nations wonder at the malformation;\\nScientists are wrapped in deep reflection\\nSome say, it is all hallucination;\\nSome, a case of Natural Selection,\\nOthers, it is fatal inflammation\\nProm the coecum s fault to j;ive protection.\\nAnd appendix vermiformis (to speak polite), is,\\nAbnormally distended by appendicitis.\\n17.\\nSome say, it s complication abdominal\\nThe man bein^ a monopolist perse,\\nThe horse stufl ed with offices national,\\nThe man desiring a monopoly\\nOf them, decided, the plan most rational\\nWns to gulp the horse and cinch the property,\\nWhich recalls the tale (I forget the relator)\\nOf rialf man, half horse and half alligator.\\n18.\\nThe last view is by the politicians\\nWho, after causes of events are known\\nBy all, are able diagnosticians.\\nStill, plausibly their theory is shown\\nAs tie two-one are Ohio magicians.\\nWhere all offices are fat, that fact alone\\nExplains the puzzle why the people view\\nHanna s mug whenever they look at you.\\n19.\\nMy second reason is owing to my sight,\\nThough it is neither short nor dim. My manner\\nOf seeing things is national, for, day and night,\\nAll look for you and nothing see but Hanna.\\nTo us t is strange, but clear to a Ninevite,\\nWho d swear, it is baby with a banner\\nPlaying hobby-horse in a bull whale s belly.\\nWhich will soon mash baby into a jelly.\\n20.\\nYe gods and little fishes! what a plight\\nFor a president (n(miinal) to be in!\\nCabined, cribbed, confined no chance for flight\\nIt would take a month to cut through his skin.\\nBesides, if you could, you dare not to fight\\nThis whale, as greater trouble would begin.\\nAnd, tis vain to hope the whale will throw you up\\nHe lets go nothing from president to pup.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "62\\n21.\\nExcuse my bawliag I must speak quite loud,\\nAs your hearing, we know, comes through the whale.\\nIf your many nurses and still greater crowd\\nOf friends for office, both male and female,\\nWould save you from your infamous and cowed\\nPosition, they must get you out on bail\\nThrough some sea-attorney like Secretary Long,\\nOr with dynamite harpoon both keen and strong.\\nThough I m only counsel in affairs of Peace,\\nStill I advise the sea-attorney plan\\nIt is much easier Long s as smooth as grease\\nThe harpoon might kill whale and little man;\\nAnd, though your empire by the twin decease\\n(Both playing the old game Catrli-a\u00c2\u00ab-Catch-Can)\\nWould fall, you d have the glorious consolation\\nOf baptist burial with Hanna and salvation.\\n23.\\nBut the nation would grieve itself lop-sided;\\nThe Trusts would a corner make in mourning;\\nAnd Railroads think creation had collided;\\nAnd the poor would cease awhile their groaning\\nThat a shaft of brass should be provided\\nWith inscription piteously moaning,\\nFarewell! Corporation twins! While in breath\\nYou were a whale divided you shall not be in death.\\n24.\\nThe infant industries would come crying,\\nHaggard and wan from living on the air;\\nSome in rags and some in tags all flying\\nAnd the dogs would bark for beggars sure they are.\\nThey d gTieve for Mark s lost art of frying\\nOut fat to buy the presidential chair.\\nWhile your dear mummy they would lovingly embalm\\nIn Hanna s mug on Mary followed by her lamb.\\n25.\\nYour pet tariff they would not omit, of course,\\nTo memorialize you and leave it out\\nWould be discourtesy and neglect too gross\\nLike swine seizing all in reach of snout\\nWithout looking or caring for the source.\\nBut, what they d say or do I am in doubt,\\nAnd, so, giving my theme a short vacation,\\nI 11 try my feeble lyre in speculation.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "63\\n20.\\nThey should build to you a palace\\nOf richest precious stones;\\nIts roof should be of ivory,\\nIts base of human bones;\\nDiamonds should be its windows\\nSet round with rarest pearls,\\nWhile over its dismal portal,\\n.Should hang Medusa s curls.\\nAll round, it should be moated.\\nThe work be strong and good,\\nThe moat be always swimming\\nWith the best of human blood;\\nThe walls be filled with paintings\\nTo show^ your tariff s deeds\\nThat heap the rich man s riches\\nAnd cause the poor man s needs.\\nLet the artist be a Michael\\nHis paint of blood and tears\\nYou have caused of both enough\\nTo last a thousand years.\\nHe should paint ten million orphans,\\nA vampire at each throat,\\nTen million men and women\\nA^ hose purse holds not a groat.\\nPaint starved, mothers tearing dresses\\nTo make their babies shrouds,\\nThen paint an angel stooping,\\nTo bless them, from the clouds.\\nPaint that brave devoted father\\nMadly driven to despair.\\nAs he swings the deadly hatchet\\nThrough the fetid, frightened air,\\nMurdering both wife and children\\nLest they starve before his eyes,\\nLoud cursing God and Devil,\\nThen by his own hand dies.\\nThv^u bid him paint the master\\nWith Monte Cristo s wealth,\\nDriving the poor like cattle\\nBreaking spirit, strength and health.\\nAnd when for living wages\\nThey are forced to beg or pray.\\nPaint him raving like a demon\\nAs he curses them away.\\nThen let him paint you seated\\nIn your House Committee room,\\nWith these taiiff wolves around you\\nTo fix the people s doom\\nYour lamb-like .spirit yielding\\nThe White House in full view\\nEach robber names his figures,\\nAnd gets them as his due.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "64\\nI aint a thousand obese magnates\\nAnd, crawling round their feet\\nLike worms, their million victims\\nBegging a crumb to eat.\\nPaine off Kartoldi s statue\\nThen paiui a gallows tree\\nAnd hanged there Aguinaldo\\nIn the name of Liberty.\\nTear down that mocking figure\\nThat mounts our nation s dome\\nl*ut there a bloody tyrant\\nA Nero soon to come;\\nAnd that he may be certain\\nWe re ready for his lust\\nThat his feet will be soft cushioned\\nOn our craven, cringing dust,\\nOn tlie fioor inlaid with jewels\\nOf this bachannalian hall,\\nPaint the women, prone but covered,\\nAt the Bradley-Martin Ball,\\nWhere in Babylonian scarlet\\nAnd symbols else they wore,\\nThey selected as their model\\nRussia s royal, greatest w e;\\nOthers with wanton s coarseness,\\nPassing all that s gone before,\\nSpread their charms as royal mistress\\nIn Valliere, or Pompadour.\\nLet its statues all be marble\\nParian, spotless, of the best;\\nOne a mother dead from starving\\nInfant tugging at her breast.\\nOne a father, husband, brother\\nGladiators once in form\\nStarving there though glad to labor\\nWith a Herculean arm\\nShrunken, haggard, young, but stooping,\\nAged by sorrow, vj dnt and care,\\nCheeks all hollow, hair dishevelled.\\nEyes that mirror mute despair.\\nFrom each tree around your palace\\nPaint a skeleton hanging there\\nSwinging, rattling, gibing, grinning\\nPaint it as the fruit they bear.\\nThe gamblers too would close their gilded dens\\nAnd hie them to this ichthyoid diaster;\\nFor, being one in water on which depends\\nLargely their profits, they d travel faster\\nTo get a corner and declare dividends\\nPayable in the water where sank their master.\\nFailing in that, tliey d sell the rorqual shroud\\nAnd imperial contents to the patriot crowd.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "65\\n28.\\nA jolly band of Turpins are these fellows,\\nLunching on champagne, canvas-back and chops;\\nSelling all farmers grow, with Stentor bellows\\nLoud enough to wake old mummy Cheops,\\nBefore t is sown so prognostic are their smellers.\\nThey act as if they raise and own the crops;\\nThey shout, scream, shriek, rave, in marble halls,\\nDrowning the cry of ten thousand caterwauls.\\n29.\\nWUen you are sold to the highest bidder,\\nThey would then bet on which would rise up first,\\nYou, or the whale. They would not consider\\nThat for your majesty to win, the whale must burst.\\nThey have nimble fingers, can skin a nigger\\nAt his favorite game of all the worst.\\nThey 11 gamble on whether enfant in sa mere ventre\\nWill make Pa keep books by single or double entry.\\n30.\\nBut, your Secretaries, who d be there, of course,\\nKnowing the mammal and its contents well.\\nAnd being learned in hydrogenous force\\nAnd how it makes all putrid bodies swell,\\nWould expound, that the rorcjual being gross\\nThe othei gaseous and light, will soon compel\\nThe whale to rise just as Hobson be he praised!\\nMaria Teresa, the Spanish waaship, raised.\\n31.\\n1 am not your consul in hygiene,\\nOr the perils incident to water;\\nBut, the sad event supposed by which 1 mean\\nYour majesty s awful death, by slaughter\\nSo like Pollonius, stabbed through a screen\\nKecalling Campbell s wild wail My daughter!\\nOh! my daughter! would give a deadly blow\\nTo church, religion, and all that from them flow\\n32.\\nThe veiy thought of that unjust event\\nProduces in the orthodox stagnation.\\nOnly God can know its direful extent\\nNot of your death, but of Marc s salvation.\\nEven Satan would inquire what it meant\\nAnd, of right, demand investigation.\\nTo strain the humble Chi-istian s faith that far\\nWould cause another Monoousian war.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "66\\n33.\\nTiiiuk of Hauiia and salvation toj4ethei\\nIt makes the imagination vomit\\nIf that fan be, I raise the question whether,\\nIn view of the Devil s tlieologic permit\\nTo scourge the Earth, hold rule in the Nether\\nWorld, and roam through space like Biela s comet,\\nHe has any rights whatever? If Marc can go free,\\nThe Devil s jurisdiction is coram nonjadice.\\n34.\\nBut what lie might start here is a bagatelle\\nTo the devilment he would do up there.\\nHe d, first, ask some heirarch him to tell\\nWho holds the costliest and highest chair.\\nBeing told he is the Archangel Gabriel,\\nHaving never heaM of Gabriel, he d stare\\nA moment, then swagger up clear his throat\\nAnd ask if he s old Gabriel of whom George Eliot wrote.\\n35.\\nHe d ask Gabriel to step behind the door\\nAs he had a proposition on bed-rock\\nTo make him. It would be that they, before\\nThe next colony could arrive, should block\\nThe market, and get options on every store\\nHaving golden harps and wings boost the stock\\nLike Leiter and old Huck, on credit. Should the worst\\nCome to the worst, why, we^ 11 unload and let her burst.\\n3G.\\nBut Gabriel naturally asks his name,\\nHanna, But you re apparelled in man s clothes.\\nYou may be Satan in disguise I m the same\\nMarc who owns a President. Every one knows\\nThis even his Secretaries who ve no fame\\nAt home for knowing much. I could disclose,\\nIf no reporters were here to tell the nation,\\nSome of the workings of my administration.\\n37.\\nHowever, this is not the place to talk\\nI feel uncomfortable and wonder\\nHow I got here. It must be, that like cork\\nLight bodies rise, or through the blunder\\nOf Charon putting me in the wrong walk\\nWhen I disembarked; but, I heard thunder\\nAnd looking up saw this fine house and shade\\nAnd hurried on to strike the owner for a trade.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "67\\n38.\\nThat reminds me do you accept my offer?\\nI 11 put up as collateral several mines\\nWith all my scabs, and I proffer,\\nAlso, twelve hundred islands called Philippines,\\nAnd all that lately came into my coffer.\\nLying all within the expanded confines\\nOf the American empire which I rule\\nThrough my deputy called by some my tool.\\n39.\\nYou do n t seem inclined to speculate\\nThen, let us start a Napoleonic war\\nNot that I wish to fight ^but to create\\nDemand for every thing including tar\\nAnd, specially, iron, coal, embalmed meat\\nThe last can kill more soldiers than tlie Czar\\nSlaughtered of Nap s, when helped by Cossacks and the\\nclouds\\nThen, we d get a corner on coffins and on shrouds\\n40.\\nEven predestinarians will admit\\nThat Hanna was not built to play on harps.\\nLight fingered practices make him unfit\\nHe d bellow Te laudamus all in sharps.\\nAs this part is zoologic, I 11 not omit\\nTo state the objection fatal to Marc s\\nJoining the harpists choir though he might sing\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nHis bay-window s so deep, he could not reach a string.\\n4L\\nThe assembled listening hosts of Heaven\\nShrunk in horror from his polluted form,\\nBelieving him to be the Beast with seven\\nHeads and ten horns and ten crowns on each horn\\nLeopard s looks feet like a bear s, not cloven,\\nWith a lion s mouth which beast, says St. Jolin,\\nThe dragon chose among all devouring beasts\\nTo make mankind fitted for a demon s feasts.\\n42.\\nGabriel, meanwhile, as he heard had gazed\\nIn silence on the monster, whose ruling\\nPassion Death conld not quench. He stood amazed,\\nScarce hearing what was said. Whence such schooling\\nOf mortals could have been, but in Hell, raised\\nSuch donbt, he thought perhaps the beast was fooling,\\nAs men laugh at funerals, or jest with Death,\\nKnowing the next may be their parting breath.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "68\\n13.\\nBut, seeing the eyes bright with lustful glow,\\nThe hands extended, clenched, as if to grasp\\nStolen treasures; the tongue swinging slow\\nFrom lips parched by avarice as the asp\\nWaves its venomous head; his posture low,\\nAs beasts when they prepare their prey to clasp,\\nOr like Satan crouching in the loathsome toad\\nTempting Eve to sin and forfeit her abode,\\n44.\\nGabriel, with his official staff, rapped\\nTo summon cherubim to eject the wretch.\\nBut, Hanna, thinking the gavel had tapped\\nFor sale of bonds aud stocks, began to stretch\\nHis neck to hear the opening As he lapped\\nFrom the air the profits his trade would fetch,\\nHe roared in the Stock-exchange beasth manner\\nI bid fifty for two thousand Lackawanna.\\n45.\\nAs quick as lighining leaps from cloud to Earth\\nThe ponderous shade shot o er the sapphire wall,\\nWith natural gravitation from his birth\\nTo all vile means and ends, he, like a ball.\\nSped downward, grai^pling his own golden girth.\\nShrieking wildly, Oh, for a Put and Oall!\\nCaring not whether he stuck in Hell, or struck a rock\\nHe raved because he lost the profits on that stock.\\n46.\\nBut his grief was suddenly, as was he,\\nArrested by a pitchfork at white heat.\\nHello! Tillman! Is that yon? I had to fiee\\nJust now and leaN e my profits on a bet.\\n]t nearly broke my lieai t when Gabriel told me\\nI must vacate my place and leave the Street.\\nI never saw such a chilling, crusty old curmudgeon\\nAt every offer of a bet or trade he took high dudgeon.\\n47.\\nI am not Ben Tillman I am your father.\\nYou must be greatly rattled, my dear son,\\nTo take my empire for the Senate which is rather\\nThe vestibule and a select small section\\nOf my vast dominions, that I gather\\nFrom the ignorant masses for tuition.\\nThey ve made brilliant progress, when in session.\\nSince you arrived and tanght them yonr Progression.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "69\\n4S.\\nPitt of his greater sou was justly proud;\\nHannibal added to Hamilcar s fame;\\nAlexander left Philip under a cloud\\nBut, never before did a great man name\\nA son so illustrious, to so vast a crowd\\nAs heard Satan, Hanna, his heir, proclaim.\\nBut w^hat Satan said to that foreign nation.\\nWould be here words of superogation.\\n49.\\nIt is not a matter for astonishment\\nThat father and son had never met before.\\nThe reason is plain for sure accomplishment\\nOf their alloted work one to starve the poor.\\nThe other, the rich devour, the arondissement\\nOf each must be apart but, still, shore to shore.\\nThe father, a spirit, works in fire and sparks,\\nThe son, where he wears pants checked with dollai- marks.\\n50.\\nHis son the Devil knew, of course, at sight.\\nHaving dwelt in him more than fifty years.\\nThe son looked sore distressed and puzzled quite.\\nLike one to whose view some new face appears\\nA vision in ti oubled dreams by night.\\nOr image of the dead seen last through tears.\\nBut Hanna soon remembered he had seen that face,\\nIt was when e er he stood before a looking glass.\\n51.\\nBeing loving relatives parted long.\\nWhen courtesies due to their high stations\\nWere first observed, to fool the gaping throng,\\nJust as Czars hug, and all heads of nations.\\nSave women who think huggiug very wrong,\\nTlie subject of their administrations\\nWas as naturally their mental bent\\nAs are, with women, Easter bonnets during Lent.\\n52.\\nSatan seeing his son somewhat distraught,\\nAnd thinking it because things looked so sti ange.\\nOr from the pitchfork he had taken lockjaw.\\nOr he fever had from great climatic change.\\nOffered a drink of molten lead or aqua\\nFortis, the surest drinks in all the range\\nOf cures, from Aesculapius of old.\\nTo quench all thirst except the thirst for gold.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "70\\n5:j.\\nI prefer Bourbon or Kentucky rye,\\nThoug h they vulgar- are among potations.\\nMy fa.vorite drink is Cliquot s Extra. Dry\\nMucli used by highly civilized nations\\nLike France, Cuba, Africa and Hayti,\\nWith which my country holds close relations.\\nWhen we would overreach them on this or that,\\ne employ champagne as our diplomat.\\n54.\\nYou forget, my son, where you are. You re in Hell\\nNot for roasting now, but consultation,\\nYour drinks suit not this climate; they do well\\nAs feeders to Hell s vast population.\\nIn fact, nearly two-thirds of all who dwell\\nOn the Earth, as shown by calculation.\\nFall or stagger into Hell from bar-room doors.\\nClubs, saloons, Dives everywhere your liquor pours.\\n55.\\nYou weai* a look of doubt; I read your mind.\\nThe millionaires are the fruitful source.\\nThe rushing waves sink the ship, but the wind\\nMadly drives them with resistless force.\\nFor the real cause of anarchy look behind\\nThe lawless hand to find Destruction s source.\\nFamine and hunger drive the best to plunder.\\nAnd millionaires breed famine, crime and hunger.\\n5\\nBut millionaires suit me to the letter,\\nWhen you return, foster every Trust\\nFor breeding anarchy there s nothing better.\\nAll precautions use that not one shall burst;\\nBind federal Judges with golden fetter.\\nY^ou of all my Vicegerents are the First\\nAt bribery you stand confessed withont a peer\\nWorst of crimes so-called\u00e2\u0080\u0094as T will soon make clear.\\n57.\\nPa, you do me proud. \\\\Mien I reflect\\nYou have been damning sonls six thousand vears\\nAnd I, scarce fifty, I indeed suspect\\nI m a success at wringing groans and tears.\\nAnguish, from millions until, most abject\\nThrough want, they become slaves so basp that ieers\\nrnsults, curses, resentment can not make\\nTheir iron sliackles and galling chains, in break", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "71\\n58.\\n^*The father should be proud of such a son,\\nAnd, later, my devotion I shall show\\nI shall proclaim the honors you have won\\nThroughout the farthest pits of deepest woe\\nMillions of miles beyond the mingled shriek, groan,\\nYell, wail, curse, lament, you now hear below\\nliut, you must return to business, my dear boy,\\nRemember, you, on Earth, are Hell s supreme decoy.\\n59.\\nNow in terse language and with ease, recite\\nThe story of your stewardship on Earth.\\nThough I know all, still, t is a great delight\\nTo hear it often told: as, since man s birth,\\nLove s tender cadence flowing day and night,\\nIs still life s sweetest joy, whatever worth\\nAll other joys many have. But- 1 forget your soul\\nEnjoys alone market reports in stocks and coal.\\n60.\\nWith meek submission, Pa! I 11 now begin.\\nThe human race, you know, is thus divided\\nThose who are out and the few who are in.\\nThe Outs have always been the Derided,\\nAnd their sole study has been how to win.\\nFor many thousand years it was decided\\nBy might not right, and hence mankind had kings,\\nDespots, monarchs, tyrants and like brutal things.\\n61.\\nThis leaven worked for centuries and then\\nThe American colonies broke the yoke\\nWhen that old crank, Jefferson, said all men\\nAre born equal a most infernal joke!\\nAs all thoroughbred and true gentlemen\\nLike you and me, Pa, well know. I could choke\\nThe old scoundrel for telling that whopping lie\\nWhy that would make the poor equal to you and I\\n62.\\nJust one remark, and then you may proceed.\\nYou are not my son by procreation.\\nBut by instinct, inhumanity, greed,\\nGorupting practices, thought, education.\\nStill, your lineage shows very good seed.\\nOn one ancestors tomb there is mention\\nThat he once ran for bailitf, but was defeated.\\nBecause, although he bribed, his opponent cheated.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "72\\n63.\\nThanks, Pa, for my illustrious pedigree.\\nYou I may need, some day, to testify\\nOn an indictment or two for bribery.\\nAs insanity is plead to justify\\nMurder, I shall set up heredity\\nTo excuse my deed. And I see not why\\n1 should not go free, since bribers are so common\\nI could n t pick a jury without having some on.\\nIn the New World the people held their grip.\\nThey kicked out kings, dukes, earls the whole business-\\nAnd with Law as Ruler set oat on their ti ij).\\nThe job at first produced some dizziness,\\nCut old Jeff., as lead-horse, made no slip.\\nAlbeit Hamilton s and others quizziness.\\nWho with the rich fell back, on the breeching.\\nAnd their da rudest tried to rip the stitching.\\n65.\\nThe rich, you know, Pa, have always sided\\nWith kings and all Rulers. The reason s plain\\nThey are in cohoot can t be divided.\\nKings grant monopolies and thus sustain\\nThe rich who being thus well provided.\\nBecome kings creditors; and to maintain\\nStrong government (or big armies) they unite by stealth.\\nOne to hold their thrones, the other to hold their wealth.\\n66.\\nThis is the struggle ou Earth, to-day,\\nWe, the rich, but few, almost own the Earth\\nA thousand own three-fourths of America.\\nThe poor are wild, and a large army s v/orth\\nFifty billions to us to make them obey\\nThe laws which we employ to fill our purse\\nThe tariff, Jersey Trusts, Monopolies and Banks,\\nAnd Negro Rule except in plutocratic ranks.\\n67.\\nBut, I m ahead long way of my story\\nWhere was I at? You were me delighting\\nWith how the royalists, always gory.\\nSo nearly Freedom wrecked by not fighting.\\nYes, though the fools planted high Old Glory,\\nTf Madison and such had not kept on writing,\\nWe d have beat Washington and the Constitution\\nAnd kept up the old-time royal-rich pollution.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "73\\nC8.\\nThe poor being by far the biggest crowd\\nWon the day and split the rich from royalty,\\nWhich left the former under a dismal cloud\\nNo titles, garters, (rewards for loyalty),\\nNo monopolies, cast-off mistresses proud\\nOf degredation when it comes regally.\\nThose ambitions for base syncophants being gone\\nThey studied, next, how Croesus riches could be won.\\n09.\\nIn that corner of your vast dominion\\nCalled New England settled by Puritans\\nWho England left for sake of opinion.\\nAnd were followed by Scotch and other dans.\\nTheir chief work was killing the Indian\\nFor a century, which prevented plans\\nFor getting riches; they fought and prayed.\\nAnd prayed and fought as long a* the Indians stayed.\\n70.\\nGranite in winter and, in summer, ice\\nWere their chief exports; but the slave trade soon\\nTheir sympathies engaged. Between the price\\nA few beads a gallon of rum ^a spoon\\n(When a nigger could not by shrewd device\\nBe kidnapped), and the price got in one moon,\\nThere was temptation to cut short even a prayer.\\nPledging God to finish, if He d make prolits fair.\\n71.\\nBut Capital in niggers did not pay\\nIn the temperature of Plymouth Kock,\\nBesides, the sublime patience, as they say,\\nOf the nigger race when full chock-a-block\\nWith Boston beans and boiled pork, won the day.\\nThen conscience suddenly received a shock\\nSlavery was a sin the nigger must be freed\\nThey set a day for freedom then sold him in hot speed.\\nThe section of your kingdom called the South\\nBeing sunny and eke hosy)itable.\\nEased the Yankee s conscience and nigger s month.\\nBy paying for each one purchasable,\\nBefore Freedom could catch him in the North.\\nAnd that blood-money how admirable\\nWent into mills to spin the very cotton\\nMade by the Institution of Hell begotten.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "74\\n73.\\nBlood-mone.y paid well so profitable\\nIt pivp the praying Puritan thirst for gold.\\nTo make blood-money pay more, and stable,\\nHe did -x little tariff scheme unfold.\\nThe government was formed to enable\\nHim to make money the South was( told\\nNot in words the logic being, though rather dim,\\nHe supports the government and it must feed him\\n74.\\nThis scheme the South, lacking education,\\nConsidered selfish and would not approve.\\nIt could n t see, by any calculation,\\nHow two feeding each other could improve\\nTheir several financial situation.\\nT was like him who by his suspenders strove\\nTo lift himself. So the South resisted\\nWhile the East for seventy years insisted.\\nMeanwhile the East a move by flank began,\\nThe South s wealth she envied, and proud station.\\nAs Mordecai, the Jew, was envied by Haman.\\nThey hated even the word plantation\\nCharged Southerners with being inhuman.\\nBegan a crusade by agitation.\\nDeclaring /the Constitution a League with Death\\nAnd a covenant with Hell, which, at every breath,\\n70.\\nFanatics shrieked and screamed, and ministers\\nDamned every slaveholder in Hell to burn.\\nSister s Stowe s book raised national blisters\\nFor whose kindness the nigger, in return.\\nNow gratefully rapes her Noithern sisters,\\nWhile her Northera brothers show less concern\\nFor their sisters brutally raped and clinched,\\nThau that the nigger brute should not be lynched.\\nRailroads called underground were daily run\\nTo transport stolen niggers to the North.\\nEmmissaries to breed insurrection\\nSwarmed around nigger cabins preaching wrath,\\nAnd scattered pamphlets by the million.\\nNow, the stolen niggers moving in the path\\nOf their thieving captors, from them now steal\\nTo prove the depth of gratitude they feel.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "75\\n78.\\nFrom pulpit to barroom this madness spread,\\nPreachers, spinsters, collegians, snobs, bootblacks,\\nGamblers, bawdy-houses, bluestockings to a head,\\nMerchants, orators, political hacks\\nBrought up the rear, though they claim to lead.\\nAnd all male, female, medical and other quacks,\\nOrated, swore, preached, sang, prayed, wrote, and spoke\\nTo give the nigger freedom from the yoke.\\n79.\\nThey i rod the Fugitive Slave Law under foot\\nThey mobbed, tarred, and killed men who by that law\\nClaimed their own. They thought it righteous to shoot\\nMasters claiming what they sold, with no flaw\\nOf title. Their howl, K^asou could not refute.\\nNor could conscience silence their mad hurrah.\\nIt was a wave of national insanity\\nLike the Hermit s Crusade, plus much profanity.\\n80.\\nHere and there the lurid flames of war appeared\\nTn Kansas hostile forces met and fought;\\nAnd Bloody Kansas still is often heard.\\nThen a Kansas lunatic, John Brown, thought,\\nWith one boy and a dozen blacks and sword.\\nHe d whip a miglity State. He came, was caught,\\nTried for treason, hanged, became a Yankee martyr.\\nBecause he tried women and babes to slaughter.\\n81.\\nSongs in his honor were composed and sung\\nAnd to show you. Pa! what fools these singers are.\\nThey sing forty years since old Brown was hung\\nJohn Brown s soul is marching on. You know where!\\nThese singers must think the journey very long\\nTo Hell, or that Brown is not Inii rying here.\\nIf marching heavenward, he s ])aralyzed by the figure.\\nSince freedom, ciit by his adorable nigger.\\n82.\\nThis rabies bred the worst of civil wars,\\nThat sent you fuel, a thousand tons a day;\\nRaised a million per cent, the stock of Mars\\nSent that of Christ as far the other way\\nChurches cleaved that will never get repairs;\\nTurned six million laborers loose to play.\\nMurder, sleep, steal, rape, gamble, idle and drink!\\nPa that was your biggest haul so, at least. I think", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "76\\nS3.\\nMy dear son, the entiie campaign I planned.\\nAfrica was closed to me. Without light\\nNegroes could not sin, and so, I manned\\nYankee skippers with letters marque to lighl,\\nKidnap, steal, buy, decoy, on Afric s strand.\\nAnd bring away those children of the night.\\nOf the tree of Knowledge to eat, learn good from evil,\\nBut, mainh to learn the way to me the Devil.\\n84.\\nI then turned Mammon loose in New England,\\nvSet sharptooth Envy knawing at each heart.\\nThen, Southern pride I seduously fanned.\\nRent wide the bonds of brotherhood apart.\\nReason dethroned, placed passion in command.\\nHypnotized the Yankees who, at the start.\\nFancied negroes, white angels being crucified\\nBy coal black demons ripping up their perfumed hide.\\n8.5.\\nYou were then young, not in sin, but in age.\\nYour leadership in evil nascent lay.\\nYou were then to me, as a wicked page\\nWould be to you as Senator. Depravity\\nIn you though total, was in pupilage\\nWithout its beastly grossness of to-day.\\nYou were as baby Catherine to her as queen,\\nAs angel Lucifer to me as I -m now seen.\\n86.\\nFor God s sake Dont call God s name here\\nWell, for my sake, I beg, do not repeat\\nTo Shennan, Alger, or to Foraker\\nThese delicious compliments, nor ever state\\nThat to me, in your work, they can t compare.\\nThey d sack and sink me as the Sultan Great\\nDrowns a brother near the throne. Then, I rede vou tent,\\nAlger would fall heir to me and boss the President.\\n87.\\nBut, Pa, I your discourse interrupted\\nAn illbred act, my son. In the Semite\\nWhere law by Courtesy is sore disrupted,\\nIt is an irrefragable tenet\\n(Even when it by you is being corrupted)\\nNever to stop a speaker even when it\\nWould adjourn. Through courtesy each one steals away\\nAnd leaves him soliloquizing till the next day.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "77\\n88.\\nAs I was saying, you were yuuug, too young,\\nTo realize the bedlam I turned loose\\nUnder that hypnotism. I made every tongue\\nYell Fi eedom! Higher Law! and heap abuse\\nOn all the South until the horrid lung\\n(jhorus drowned all argument or excuse\\nThat pati iots calm and wise could and did present\\nTo still the fury of that insane element.\\n89.\\nOver the battlements of Hell 1 hung\\nTo quaff the ecstacy of that mad scene\\nThe wildest of deliriums among\\nAll man s madnesses that have ever been\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nDora s weird, Cimmerian style, the tongue\\nOf eloquence, the poet s tire, the pen\\nOf Dante, could not paint the ruin thereby wrought\\nOf all the good by human wisdom taught.\\n90.\\nBut, the best laid plans of the wisest men\\nHave man s infirmities as their alloy,\\nSelf, for present pleasure will contend.\\nThough greater future bliss it can enjoy.\\nThus, the temple only built for Freemen,\\nIt was ordained that slavery should destroy.\\nIts majestic ruin lies in a common grave\\nWith Greece and Rome all nurseries of the slave.\\n91.\\nWith Voltaire, Gibbon, Martineau, Rousseau,\\nAnd Ingersoll their teachings to rehash,\\nAnd a million others who those adore,\\nAs a greedy millionaire his stolen cash,\\nAnd you to practice all they teach and more.\\nThe world is whirling hellward at a dash\\nFaster than wild Arcturus toward tlie Earth,\\nThough not so fast as you soon after birth.\\n92.\\nBut, Pa, ain t you wrong? Our country s not dead.\\nT is stronger than it was before the war.\\nWe ve more soldiers, plenty of meat and bread.\\nMonopolies and mammoth Trusts galore.\\nCurrency down to ten dollars per head\\nWith them we are nolding down the poor.\\nWith me as head and McKinley as a tail.\\nAnd you to counsel, there s no such word as fail.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "78\\n93.\\nMy son! Your appetite for wickedness\\nIs all the vilest parent could desire,\\nBut, your comprehension s so far less\\nThau your base passions, it would raise my ire,\\nDid I not know full well your willingness\\nTo aid in catching mortals for hell-fire.\\nIf your head could, what your heart would, pei petrate,\\nI d make you now sole heir to my vast estate.\\n94\\nI spoke not of things material, base.\\nSuch as your corruption doth understand\\nLust, power, wealth phantoms that mortals -hase,\\nBut of a temple pure, conceived and planned\\nIn the realm of thought ideal and chaste,\\nWhose shoreless borders stretch to Spirit-land;\\nIn whose silent solitude man s trinity\\nMind, soul, heart, give earnest of Divinity.\\n95.\\nNot of cities, empires, nor thrones in strife,\\nThese rise and sink like billows in a gale;\\nNot of wealth the shining dross of human life,\\nNor blood that fools to Mammon keep for sale\\nBut Christ s Temple, Charity, Love, Belief,\\nChristian Brotherhood at best but weak and frail-\\nThe Golden Rule, Honor, Virtue, Faith in God\\nAh! how Faith is broken by the scourging rod\\n90.\\nA strain, the noblest, best of every age,.\\nThe pick of nations, as heroic band\\nAs history records on Glory s page.\\nThence driven by Oppression s bloody hand,\\nDefiant of all despots, did engage\\nTheir sacred honor and their lives, in that land\\nA temple to consecrate to Freedom s cause.\\nTo Justice and her imperishable laws.\\n97.\\nThey reared a dome exalted nearer Heaven\\nThan St. Peter s, and farthest of all from Hell.\\nIts plans for justice were divinely given,\\nAnd conscience was left free its sins to tell\\nTo God alone, each hour or day in seven\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nIn no cramped sectarian tent to dwell.\\nFreedom without license was its corner stone;\\nLaw was its king, the people s hearts its throne.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "79\\n98.\\nAnd, when that fair Republic you destroy\\nBy your demon s heart and polluting hand,\\nWhile wealth shall revel in a moment s joy,\\nSavage Red Anarchy, at my command.\\nWith brothers carnage shall this region cloy.\\nAnd mid cities ashes in darkness stand.\\nAs my Ambassador your work will then be done,\\nAnd here, Hell s Prince of Wales, you ll wear the crown\\nyou ve won.\\n1)0.\\n^Flattery among demons is unknown\\nThe snare to catch the vain that I employ\\nThrough seducers lips by which weak maids are won,\\nAnd for statesmen even a sure decoy.\\nThe rank of honor, I now give, my son,\\nTake by right of merit. It gives me joy\\nTo decorate you with my Testimonial\\nOf your unequaled service in behalf of Hell.\\n100.\\nSpeaking for all the hosts assembled here\\nFrom all nations and in all times; from Cain\\nTo the rapist beast, Sam Hose for Robespiere,\\nJiloody Jeffreys, Nero; the worst of Spain\\nTorquemada, Borgia, the scourge, Attila,\\ni\\\\.ll nymphs who followed Russia s Catherine,\\n1 have the pleasure to announce their abdication\\nTo the monster that polluted an entire nation.\\n101.\\nOf all the arts, devices, schemes, plans to fill\\nThese pits, your chef d^ou7 ve, Bribery, ranks first\\nAmong all things on earth that men call evil,\\nBut I call good. War s thunder clouds may burst\\nAnd continents drench with blood, but, manhood, still.\\nAnd courage, live to meet or bear the worst.\\nOppression, dungeons, famine, want, may be man s fate,\\nBut Faith, or Freedom, cheers his heart and bids him wait.\\n102.\\nBut, your Infernal art destroys man s soul,\\nBrowbeats courage that sneaks away in shame;\\nDegrades to beggary when he takes your gold;\\nMakes hini feel, though freeman he be in name,\\nYour servile minion to be bought or sold;\\nMakes merit worthless, government a game\\nWhich wealth with Treason s aid from Virtue wins;\\nCompounds all felonies, extenuates all sins;", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "80\\nGates of beleaguered cities opens wide\\nThat Massacre may drink its glut of blood;\\nConscience destroys, then makes a matricide;\\nDeserts forms where once proud empires stood,\\nTurns laws to dice, justice shoves aside,\\nMakes verdicts lie, invades the solitude\\nOf man s sole inheritance of Eden s perfect bliss.\\nAnd marks its ruin with the serpent s trail and hiss.\\n104.\\nHe is as a city sacked by savage foes\\nGaining the citadel by treason s hand.\\nIts outer wall no scar of battle shows.\\nIts priestless temples in holy grandeur stand\\nLike Faith, mid Doubt s despair, in mute re[)0se.\\nDesolation reigns; at its dumb command\\nSilence spreads o er the scene a funeral pall\\nAnd echo sleeps in each palatial hall.\\n105.\\nBut life is there tlie life that follows death\\nCreeping things\u00e2\u0080\u0094 scorpions glistening in the sun.\\nAnd lizards scurrying timidly beneath\\nMarble pillars broken when treason won\\nIts victory and tore from Art its wreath;\\nAnd poisonous weeds and parasites that run,\\nTrailing their slime, througti halls where Honor reigned\\nSuch is the wretch when once by bribery gained.\\nlot).\\nResume your nairative where you left olf.\\nIts pleasing flow will make a painful end\\nI notice, now and then, my son, you cough\\nDo the sulphurous fumes your lungs offend\\nNo, Pa Olfactories sufficiently tough,\\nAlger s rotten embalmed beef to withstand,\\nAre against brimstone proof. This clime has no suchsmell-\\nThe highest compliment that ran be paid to Hell.\\n107.\\nYou know the tortures savages inflict\\nOn people civilized ^like me and you\\nWhen in battle captured, or by cunning lri\u00c2\u00ab-k.\\nSo, when that, awful civil war was through\\nOn the white man s back Lord how they did kick\\nWe tied the nigger and dispatched a few\\nOf our choicest Statesmen carpetbaggers called\\nTo teach him how to ride and keep the withers galled.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "81\\n108.\\nYe gods it was the funniest sight on earth\\nTo see each blubber lip and woolly head\\nWho d never seen a spelling book from birth,\\nWhen the Statesman-carpetbaggers sweetly read\\nOf the glorious constitution, and set forth\\nTheir right to its provisions, come in full speed\\nWith mule and cart, or sack, in full divisions,\\nTo get his share of de constitution perwisions.\\n109.\\nFinding, that Saxon blood could not be ruled,\\nWe took the nigger under special care;\\nLest of his earnings he would be fooled\\nWe formed the Freedman s Bureau where his spare\\nCash was kept till he was thoroughly schooled\\nTo hate the whites, and frugally to fare.\\nWe stole his cash and cried, The Bank has burst.\\nAnd, still, the fool nigger did not withdraw his trust.\\n110.\\nJust here, my son, I ll speak a pleasant word\\nYou have performed your tilial duty well.\\nRebellion is my foe. Vice can not aiford\\nInvestigation that may its charms dispel.\\nRebellion is but progress by the sword\\nTo loftier heights where Peace and Virtue dwell.\\nIt has ever been will ever be the sign\\nThat rulers are against the ruled combined.\\n111.\\nThe thirty tyrants Rebellion overthrew,\\nCharles, First, was ruling by your Higher Law\\nThe Barons from wrong their zeal and courage drew;\\nBriton upon you laid the lion s paw\\nGaul s eruption subterranean that blew\\nits sulphurous liame, and sped with bloody claw\\nIts eagle, over Europe, was but Virtue s groan\\nUnder tlio weight of vice down-pressing from the throne.\\n112.\\nPutting tlie negro savage on the white\\nWas all your losing father s heart could ask.\\nYou turned the beams of heaven into night;\\nIncreased a hundred fold the Christian s task.\\nKindled hatred, mali -e, vengeance, spite\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe joys in which tlie vilest demons bask\\nThat Saxon s will and pride you can never bend\\nStill, force the savage negro on him to the end.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "82\\n113.\\nPa! you make me proudei- every time you speak.\\n1 feel as big as Lucifer before his fall-\\nAs big as I did for a solid week\\nThe first, time I put ou pants. Can you recall\\nThat proud sensation? Did you ever seek.\\nMy sou, to know Lucifer You appall\\nMe V ith, your ignorance even of your birth alone\\nDo you not know your father and Lucifei- aie one\\n114.\\nI beg you will excuse me, Pa. I thought\\nLucifer was a giant man who threw\\nTrees as spears and arrows when he fought\\nAgainst some giants, somewhere, and then slew\\nGoliah but afterwards his hair got caught\\nIn a ti ee, and Delilah sheared it anew;\\nThen the Philistines made the sun stand still\\nFor Lucifer, Pharoah s land with plagues to fill.\\n115.\\nSon Your knowledge of evil is sui reme\\nYour ignorance of history is shocking.\\nThat you may at least intellectual seem\\nBecome familiar with some Blue-Stocking\\nAssume the air of thought like those who dream,\\nOr study out a problem that is blocking\\nMan s progress But, proceed. Let the Bible alone.\\nYour education tits you only for this zone.\\nIIG.\\nWell, Pa, as you now advise us, we have done\\nNow thirty years and more since Freedom\\nLicense, you mean Be choice in words, my son.\\nYes, license for the Southron we ve no room\\nIn federal offices. It is high fun\\nTo hear them swear and to see their gloom\\nWhen we put our niggers o er them in control\\nWhile they all burdens bear to save the negro s soul.\\n117.\\nBut this amusement reached its climax when\\nWe put these blackskin savages and fools\\nTo framing constitutions and laws: then\\nTo levying taxes and conducting schools.\\nAnd issuing bonds. It was sending a pen\\nOf sheep to Snnday-School or drove of mules\\nTo teach their masters the highest art of war\\nOr sticking in the sky a rushlight for a star", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "83\\n118.\\nThe carpetbagger statesman tired with, hate\\nThe bloody savage who ruled with iron hand\\nBut feeble will. T is sweet to contemplate\\nThti Waxou s wrath when rose the Ku-Klux-Klan,\\nVYliite-Caps, and Vigilants infuriate,\\nWho hung the nigger in that Southern land\\nSd thick they served as country mileposts for awhile\\nThe negTO in the Saxon s hands was but a child.\\n119.\\nExcellent! my son! you now clearly know,\\nThe hypnotic spell had not spent its force.\\nThe craze of (larrison, Phillips, Beecher, Stowe,\\nThe lunatic, .John Jirown, and you, of course,\\nWas in the masses still,, though lauguishingly low.\\nThe torrent maddened in its mountain source\\nSpreads sluggish on the plain, and its rushing sound\\nDies in feeble, fading echoes on the woods around.\\n120.\\nYour compliments make me lose my story s thread\\nThe common people fought to free the slave;\\nWe kept them pleased with clothing, meat and bread-\\nTreated them well as all should ti eat the brave;\\nAnd when they fell, we the deathroll read.\\nThen sighed, and placed a slab to mark the grave\\nThey thought it grand to be for Freedom fighting,\\nAnd nothing thought of what we were inditing.\\n121.\\nWe piled the tariff on them mountain high;\\nWe issued greenback-money without end.\\nCreated Banks to keep it on supply;\\nGrave them power all currency to lend;\\nTaxed all other banks to make them stop or die;\\nMade all borrowers on Banks depend;\\nMade stocks and bonds the only pledge for loans.\\nExcluding lands though millions a farmer owns.\\n122.\\nThis made the farmer on the merchant lean;\\nThe merchant on the local Bank depend;\\nThe local, on the metropolitan;\\nAnd all on our stocks and bonds, without end.\\nThus, against our Power and our will to skin\\nThe entire nation, there is nothing to defend.\\nAnd we have skinned them from the cradle to the shroud,\\nAnd piled our billions all b,y means our laws allowed.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "84\\n123.\\nThus the black we freed and enslaved the White,\\nBlinding his dull sense to our intention,\\nB.V loud applause in honor of his tight,\\nAnd throwing him a sop we call a pension.\\nWhy, one Rockefeller in the brief iiight\\nOf twenty years, (others I could mention).\\nHas fleeced this white slave of more than two years\\nBring to a million of these pensioners.\\n124.\\nBut the grim humor of the whole affair\\nIs that the pensioner and the poorer class\\nPay the pension, because, the millionaire\\nWhat I have is no man s business but my own.\\nA tnx on income, not to inquire where\\nHis wealth is, nor how it he did amass.\\nWhat I have is no man s busness but my own.\\nAnd Congress quakes at its master s bullying tone.\\n125.\\nWe have whittled legislation to a. point\\nThe task was hard but perseverance won.\\nAs a law of Congress comes by the joint\\nAt:t of both Houses, we needed only one\\nAnd chose the House which suffragans anoint\\nEach two years, and weigh them by the ton\\nTo judge their titness. We found they changed too often-\\nAboiit one third, each change, were packed into a coffin.\\n120.\\nThat made expense account too large; the other\\nBeing small, we next to it laid siege.\\nWhen some old Pumps would die, or give us bother.\\nWe d buy one from his State, we called a Pledge,\\nWho would give points on linance, or fui ther\\nAdverse Legislation, so we then could liedge,\\nBut, to be brief, we sapped and mined with tools of gold\\nUntil the people s stronge*^! citadel we hold.\\n127.\\nTo show you. Pa, how short sighted men are\\nYou are not my teacher Think not, my son,\\nBecause you rule a President, your spare\\nBrain can teach your father. True we are one\\nIn evil that distinction we both share\\nBut in knowledge I am to you as the sun\\nTo a firefly. Do not attempt to show me\\nDo as we sometimes do the righteous tow me.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "85\\n128.\\nAgain I tliauk you, i*a for your high piaise,\\nWe millionaires care not for intellect\\nCulture, sentiment, right, no more than Hayes\\nWhen he grabbed Tilden s chair without respect\\nFor decency. When we need them, tliese days.\\nWe buy them; wealth covers every defect;\\nVirtue, honor, truth, genius, are to the rear\\nThe sesame to all honors is the word, millionaire.\\n129.\\nPa, you know this carpetbagger, of course\\nKnow him He is my last mintage undefiled\\nWith alloy of good; of all none worse\\nSave yourself my primogeniture child.\\nHis creation (xhausted every source\\nOf what men call evil, wickedness, guile.\\nThat remained after I shaped you as my masterpiece-\\nMonopolist of all Bribery till Time shall cease.\\n130.\\nOh! that the whole senate could hear you, Pa!\\nI ll write it down when 1 return to earth\\nBut what are those terrific yells that mar\\n\u00e2\u0080\u00a2My narrative! They are from Bacon s berth.\\nHearing the words briber} and millionaire\\nHe raves to reach the man who, millions worth.\\nBribed a, nation with millions and bought a president.\\nHe is spokesman for all Hell paying its compliment.\\n131.\\nWho is the gentleman Bacon, did you say\\nYou do not know Lord Bacon Chancellor\\nTo whose evil heart without one ray\\nOf his great mind you are full successor\\nWho on the Bench mori^ bribes took in a day\\nThan you disti ibute in an hour, tliough far lessor.\\nBut one who gives his soul to Mammon and all evil\\nLearns nothing honest, decent, virtuous, or civil.\\n132.\\nThanks, Pa for your apology for my dense\\nIgnorance of liistory\u00e2\u0080\u0094 For those remarks\\nOf the orator who spoke for this immense\\nAssembly, please tell him, but for the sparks\\nFlying near me, that require my intense\\nDevotion to save my pants with dollar-marks,\\nAnd the noise that pervades this large convention,\\nI would a few secrets in bribery mention.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "86\\n133.\\nBesides, my own brief story 1 must speed,\\n1 was on the senate wiiich we now own,\\n(Compounded of each element of greed\\nThat to Mammon or humanity is known.\\nThe taritf there has long borne deadly seed;\\nJianks are so thick the tloor is overflown;\\nThere Trusts and corporations, like green bays, flourish\\nIn short all anti-people schemes we nourish.\\n134.\\nWhat a strong compact garrison we make\\n1 am General Commandant in chief.\\nIssue orders when not, and when, to speak.\\n1 mount the guard, and send out the relief,\\nReward the brave, and pillory the weak,\\nWhile the disobedient 1 bring to grief.\\nThe only law in force is that of Courtesy\\nIn imitation of the old-time negro s curtesy,\\n135.\\nRecruits arrive whene er I make a call,\\nThe Vanderbilts, thinking railroads were weak,\\nH^hipped a Krupp gun they fancied would appall.\\nThey loaded it witJi wind to last a week.\\nThe breech is large, but its calibre too small,\\nI keep it mounted rather than to haul\\nIt off and use it as a dummy to make a show.\\nAnd pump it full of compressed wind just to hear it blow.\\n136,\\nTt s labelled Chauncey queer name for a gun\\nBut names were scarce, perhaps, when it was christened-\\nPerhaps it was so christened just for fun\\nStill, when it explodes, by hot gas stiffened,\\nI wonder it was not named Euroclydon\\nThat tycoon that blew until glistened\\nThe Dead Sea s bottom where Pharoah passed over,\\nAnd Joshua being short on troops sold out to cover.\\n137.\\nStop! Bacon Hears! and thinks you are a fool!\\nTry to remember, we are not alone\\nWere you instructed in a negro school\\nYour wholesale bribery can not atone\\nFor your ignorance. You ll destroy your rule\\nOver these infidels whose genius slione\\nIllustrions when culture was man s chief glory\\nEre Mammon damned your soul. Go on with your story", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "87\\n138.\\nThere is a paper called the Constitution,\\nA law for Courts, the people, and the House.\\nA House Bill that has not our approbation\\nWe lay upon the table, or we souse\\nIt in a basket with indignation.\\nAny that the law of Courtesy allows\\nUs to consider, if no member should object,\\nWe pass, if we think it not beneath respect,\\n139.\\nA Bill was sent to extradite two men\\nIn Georgia wanted on a charge of theft;\\nA fellow feeling made us comprehend\\nIts danger to us, and the Bill got left.\\nA Bill the anti-Trust law to amend\\nWas soon of all vitality bereft\\nBa! the vulgar odor of that plebeian Bill\\nIn our patrician nostrils lingers still.\\n140.\\nIt was an insult to Plutocracy\\nToo gross to be endured by gentlemen\\nIt fired our blood of Aristocracy\\nTiiat base assault upon the Upper Ten,\\nOur rank, to level to democracy.\\nWe ordered the Sergeant never again\\nTo let the Senate s dignity be ruffled\\nBy the sound, anti-trust, though in a whisper muffled.\\n141.\\nAnothei* cunning, anarchistic move\\nIs to elect us by the people s vote.\\nThen, we must win the peopK- s smile or l ve\\nWhereas, now, we but a few hours devote\\nTo a few base, venal scabs and then shove\\nThe queer at them as we d buy a shoat.\\nIf the Legislature s close we usually buy\\nWith a few thousands; if no+, a seat may cost ns high.\\n142.\\nBut high or low, we will our fortress hold.\\nFor I boss the entire United States\\nAnd here to you a secret I ll unfold\\nThose damned spirits will break through their iron grates\\nAnd rise to Earth in their incarnate mold;\\nThe tiger and the lamb be loving mates.\\nWhen Plutocracy yields to that demand\\nAnd from the people s throat shall loose its hand.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "88\\n143.\\nWith stealth and by degrees an aimy vast\\nWe. raised ostensibly to drive out Spain\\nFrom Cuba, Porto Rico, and then, last,\\nThe Philippines,, their freedom to maintain.\\nPut, when that hypocrisy shall be past,\\nAnd Mammon s banner float above their main.\\nWith that bronzed, calUms host their foreion work well\\ndone\\nLike Caesar with his Jauls, we ll cross the lliibicon.\\n344.\\nBravo! my son! thou breeder of despair!\\nThou on the air canst demons procreate;\\nPandemonium make of all that s fair.\\nAll realms of human bliss depopulate,\\n.Vnd Woe s eternal reign establish there.\\nOf demons thou art greatest of the great\\nMidas gold, Apollyon s strength, Death s scythe, are in thy\\nhand\\nGo forth with scythe and brilx s and conquer every land\\nCANTO FOURTH.\\nDear Scribe, your monitor we left in Hell,\\nSeemingly enjoying felicity;\\nUnder the circumstances he was well,\\nAs is said soon after safe maternity.\\nIn fact, I wot, he would there gladly dwell,\\nIf his Ohio coal mines there could be.\\nHe would then be as big as Pantagruel\\nAnd have a corner on the Devil s fuel.\\nJustice demands that I should pause right here\\nAnd due apology make to Pantagruel.\\nI meant not to defame his character\\nHe was neither low, vile, corru])t, nor cruel.\\nI meant his size\u00e2\u0080\u0094 he was such a monster.\\nHe, like Marc, could fill Ohio; yet, that jewel\\nOf a man so good, so pious and gentle took\\nFor his dearest bosom friend the greatest crook", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "89\\n3.\\nThat history or tiction had produced\\nPanurge by name as vile, licentious rogue\\nAs e er from social cloacae was sluiced;\\n(riven to every wickedness in vogue,\\nWithal neck-deep in debt; and, when reduced\\nTo beggary, his boss would then prorogue\\nThe mad assembly of ci-editors with some cash.\\nAnd instead of swearing loud, would say it with a dash.\\nPanurge was handsome, aquiline of nose;\\nMedium in size, pleasant in address;\\nIn raiment, up to date, from head to toes;\\nSuave in manners as rhetoric, could express.\\nHut, as weak as Ichabod, who, each one knows,\\n^Vas weak as water Mercy! what a mess\\nr have made of Pantagruel and Panurge!\\nIt s like turning the Rogues March into a dirge.\\nThough the metre is not badly broken.\\nMy characters have got sadly mixed.\\nDescribing Panurge I should have spoken\\nOf Hanna, that is, I should thus have fixed\\nThe parallel, and given a slight token\\nOf the difference between one who addicts\\nHimself to crime, and one very weak and shallow.\\nAnd willing to be lead by a vulgar fellow.\\n6.\\nI must attempt again to make a fit\\nPantagruel was pious, and likewise boss.\\nHanna is boss, but pious ^devil-a-bit!\\nYou and Panurge make a still stranger cross;\\nYou agree in size, nose, weakness, and debt.\\nAnd in being bossed, but there is a loss\\nOf parallel in crime which fits Hanna, of course.\\nAs snugly as he fits you as his hobby horse.\\nWere you Hanna s banker and paid his debts\\nWhen he indorsed beyond his cai)acity\\nAs, Papa paid that fool s, Joe Leiter s bets\\n^Vho escaped oblivion by voracity;\\nOr, as Jarndyce coddled one of his pets,\\nHarold Skimpole, whose sole tenacity\\nWas to debt, and ,you, besides, bossed Hanna,\\nYou would then be Pantagruel in a manner.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "90\\nI ve wandered fi om my text, apparently.\\nStill, it was kindly done for your diversion.\\nAsylum keepers lead the inmates gently,\\nNever, at qnce, taking a long excursion,\\nNor their feeble minds holding intently\\nOn one scene, or subject ^a subversion\\nThat would be of all rules in mind pliilosophy.\\nNurseries, baby schools, asylums, and society.\\n9.\\nA great charm in Scherezadie s stories\\nTs change of subject and of characters;\\nMother Goose has a hundred from John-A-Nories\\nTo pigs, queens, colic, love, and barristers;\\nFor change, the old woman read dictionaries,\\nAnd gallery gods patronize theatres;\\nSo, I must leap from honor to Marc Hanna,\\nFrom courage to Alg-er, from you to Freedom s banner.\\n10.\\nWe made a short excursion to the stars\\nAnd while I reverently was adoring,\\n(I might as well have sung to you tra-las)\\nYou most irreverently fell to snoring.\\nWe ve talked of Hanna, Alg-er s beef and wars.\\nAnd without, further, such things exploring.\\nFor your pleasure we ll talk of kings and quc^ens,\\nTowards whom or which your majesty leans.\\nIL\\nThere s a reason other than your pleasure\\nTt is to emphasize a mystery\\nWhicli nuiy amuse you when you re at leisure;\\nOf all, the strangest in man s history\\nThat, statesmen will lying fictions treasure\\nAAliich idiots and lunatics can see\\nAre too absurd to rank with Santa Clans;\\nStill, our British cousins weave them into laws.\\nOne man in England owns all real estate\\nA billionaire is he ^by name, John Doe;\\nBy reputation the worst reprobate\\nTn all Christendom as court re(.-ords show.\\nHe seems created just to litigate\\nWith one other old man named Kii hard Roe.\\nRichard and John have fought more bloodless rounds\\nThan the unicorn gnd lion have fought for crowns.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "91\\nVS.\\nA layman wandei-iiij; (hroujili the Inns of (V)url\\nllPl\u00e2\u0080\u00a2e AVisdoni solemn sits in wij;- and j^own,\\nAnd bai-i-istci s with ^M-ven ba^ and liriefs icscM t,\\nWhere even bailifl s wear a look profound\\nTo hear the nimble wit and (inick retort,\\nOr elo(|nenc(\u00c2\u00bb adorninj; lo^it; sonnd,\\nHears from the I ench in drawlinj; fo| jiy (ones,\\nDoe, on demise of Sn)ith I)o(\\\\ on demise of -lones.\\n14.\\nF^ver.v day for two centnries old Doe\\nHas (*harj\u00c2\u00bbed Koe with entering:;- on his land,\\nTearinj;: thinj\u00c2\u00bbs ]ip and kickin.u him ont the door.\\nIMncky old Roe, ready tO take a hand,\\ni?obs up serenely, as if never before\\nHe had met his foe, old John, and takes his stand.\\nOld \\\\Vi,u- calls Time! John Doe against Richard Roe!\\nAnd at it these old centnry-l) niters go.\\n15.\\nVe (Jods! the parries, passes, feints and blows!\\nDoe lands, iirst. with the Rule in Shelly s Case;\\nRoe, with Remainders, reaches old John s nose;\\nDoe with estates tail lands full in Richard s face;\\nRoe rushes with estate tail male, but shows\\nOpen space which Doe, increasing his pace,\\nCovers with estates tail female. P^nougii!\\nShouts the wigged umpire and takes a pinch of snuff.\\n16.\\nTime! the umpire calls and the buffers clinch.\\nThe Punch and Judy battle to renew.\\nAN ith skulls of Hlackstone, Plowden, Snowden, Finch,\\nEldon, Mansfield, Coke, Holt, Fearne, and Fortescue,\\nThey hammer, batter, punch o er every inch\\nOf ground and Hooi- till both are black and blue.\\nThe umpire wakes, and with look of profound cult.\\nRetires, grunting curia advisari vult.\\n17.\\nHa\\\\ing c(msul(ed the authorities\\nOtard, Henessey, Hourbon, Alf and Alf,\\nAnd by tiieir spiritual aid learned where justice lies,\\n(Though tluMr wisdon* is never bound in calf)\\nMe Lud, rosy, enters and all there rise.\\nWhile loudly raps the bailiff witii his staff\\nThe eager layman hears again, in foggier tones,\\nDoe on demiser Smith no! Doe on deaiiser Jonew.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "92\\nIS.\\nThe kiuy being iniinortai can not die-\\nRuling- by right Divine he s God-appointed.\\nHe can do no wrong, therefore, can not lie.\\nThat is, fi oni tlie moment he s anointed\\nA transformation marvelous, but why\\nWales from honor, virtue, truth, disjointed.\\nAs a ray of light is broken, by a prism.\\nIs tlius changed I see not, unless it s by the chrism.\\n19.\\nAA lien this gay prince was co-respondent made\\nWith Lady Mordaunt, by her injured Lord,\\nH the unwritten debt of honor paid\\nHer ladyship (which some women did applaud)\\nir^wearing so far as he knew she was a, maid\\nFlat perjury! was screamed with one accord.\\nYet, some condoned, and one did even maintain,\\nThe prince perjured himself like a gentleman.\\n20.\\nBut as no king can lie, Avhat, if the chrism\\nThat works miracles had made a royal saint\\nOf ales the day before that household schism\\nRequired of liim perjury rather than taint\\nThe Lady, what then? Nothing, except the rhythm\\nOf maid might have been heard so very faint\\nThe judge knowing a, king can t lie, would have thought he\\nsaid,\\nSo far as 1 know. Lady Mordaunt is a jade.\\n21.\\nThen parliament is omnipotent.\\nBut, rharles. First, dissolved it at his pleasure.\\nNo act is law without the queen s assent,\\nAlthough she knows^ nothing of the measure.\\nThe Irish are free taxes to pay and rent,\\nAnd get little from the public treasure.\\nBut the anomaly of all anomalies\\nThe one that decency and common sense deties\\nIs of that people and the Prince of ^Vales\\nThe Prince of loafers, vagabonds, and vice.\\nLicensed to invade matrimonial pales,\\nA public nuisance worse than Egypt s lice;\\nTo bilk his creditors he nevei fails.\\nNo tailor wants his custoui bul a novi e.\\nRoue, fashiou-plate, jorkey, gambler whose bets\\nThe people pay besi(fes his other debts.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0104.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "93\\n28.\\nIs this just? By what htw h.unaii or divine.\\nExcept tyranny s, ean this l)e justified?\\nYet Behold! we have here our j^rowing line\\nOf loafers, idlers, leeches, tramits, beside\\nhich Egypt was favored in her lean kine;\\nHei* seven years of famine uiultiplit d\\nliy a hundred would fall far below the jueasure,\\nOur fat kine devour of the laborer s treasure.\\n24.\\nStandard Oil sucks fifty u)illions a year.\\nTrusts and all monopolies billions more.\\nHut the loafers, tramps, idlei-s, we should fear\\nAre their heirs wluni they pass to Pluto s shore.\\nSuch scions Rome grew and nurtured, and Caesar\\n{^s the bitter, deadly, only fruit they bore.\\nIs your hand stretched forth to the man with the hoe\\nOr, where those golden fountains forever How\\n25.\\nWhen you weighed lueu to form your Cabinet\\nYour Council by the constitution giveu\\nDid you, of the Thiion one third forget\\n(;Ould you not find a little \\\\Miite leaven\\nTo mix with the North, just one to seven\\nIn all the South, you would not regret\\nNot one Lilly White in thirteen Stat S could find\\nFit to counsel your Napoleonic mind\\n2\\nDo you confess, when thirty years have gone.\\nThe failure of your creed to teach nve man\\nIn the South, sufficient to be made one\\nOf your counsellors Or was it the plan.\\nIn Hanna s hate, Alger s coAvardice begun.\\nSo long as Hanna shall l\u00c2\u00bbe in command.\\nThat Southern Saxon })lood shall not exalted be,\\nBecause he prefers negro fraternity\\nDid you forget at first Did you forget again.\\nAnd yet again, when vacancies took place.\\nVNTien you surveyed tlu^ entire Southern plain,\\nVearniug for a. woolly head and elxm face\\nTo grace your iiile and negro te retain\\nCould you not see one of the Saxon race\\nConquerors of the Eai th. man s highest type\\nWhy will you hug the negro with such loA ing gripe", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0105.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "94\\n28.\\nWhat heed take you of Nature s steadfast plan,\\nThrough countless ages working, to evolve\\nThe highest, noblest, strongest type of man\\nWhose Godlike greatness born of high resolve\\nPuts him. of all created beings, in the van;\\nWhose burning thoughts, themselves a mystery, solve\\nAll mysteries save one the First Eternal Cause\\nThat, by whatever name, is LAW above all laws.\\n29.\\nRaised to brief eminence by purchased knaves\\nA Lilliput to fill a giant s place\\nNo wonder that you turn to recent slaves\\nThe lowest stratum of the human race\\nBelow the primal men that dwelt in caves,\\nAnd as your equal fondly them embrace.\\nTis Nature s constant law in which she s wondrous kind.\\nAll creatures of like grade in loving groups to bind.\\n30.\\nSurvival of the Fittest you have heard\\nSo have mules the grandest opera strains\\nSo have your negro counsellors the word,\\nConstitution, but know they what it means\\nHas its (xodlike Spirit to them appeared,\\nOr taught the ti uths immortal it contains\\nBabes in brain, with passions wild, monsters in lust.\\nThat through all moral barriers madly burst\\nin.\\nWhat care you for the Fittest of all men,\\n(Who are but plastic vessels at the best).\\nTo guard what took many a fierce campaign.\\nMillions of lives, will invincible, to wrest\\nFrom ten thousand tyrants? What care you, when.\\nIn this dark hour of Freedoni s crucial test\\nOf thrones and millionaires conspired you are the tool\\nTo spread the flames of war that they may seize the Rule.\\n32.\\nYou turn the Levite from that temx)le s door\\nThe priesthood God has set to guard that Ark\\nInstall the black heathen Hamites before\\nThey cease the V^oodoo worship of the Dark\\nContinent where seas of human gore,\\n(Of Nature s vilest demon-brood the mark),\\nHave been and are poured out to please a snake.\\nOr from its slumber some avenging idol wake.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0106.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "95\\n33.\\nOf the two extremes, -hristiaii and savage,\\nThe latter von have chosen to assist\\nHaiina and you, Freedom s hind to ravage.\\nTwenty thousand Negroes upon youi- list\\nOf Higher Law statesmen! Still they average\\nell with the crew, in manhood to resist\\nHribes, theft, new and various peculations\\nIn Cuba, the Philii)pines, and other nations.\\n34.\\nLay not the llattering unction to your soul\\nThat you can thus humiliate the South.\\nShe has but scorn, disgust, contempt untold.\\nFor the mountebank and demagogue, henceforth.\\nWho, to her liatei-s by a mortgage sold.\\nOasts dishonor and shame on South and North\\nH\\\\ being driven, or led like asses by the nose,\\nTo hate brave men because they were once chivalrous foes.\\n35.\\nYour henchman taug ht the negro bribery\\nAnd, through you, appoints the bribed to office.\\nAs if his natural bent to steal and lie\\nFor a Republican does not sutHce.\\nPharoah had of frogs a full supply\\nBut got, through stubborness, murrain and lice.\\nHe learned through arrogance and Moses rod.\\nThere is a just and an avenging God.\\n3(5.\\nHe avenges through His violated laws\\nBoth men and nations. ^Vheu the wicked rule\\nThe people mourn, You, coveting applause.\\nDegrade a blind nation to your footstool.\\nInsult the foremost race in Freedoni s cause,\\nITse its innate foe a purchased, servile tool\\nAs tyrants used the vilest scum of Rome\\nT(\u00c2\u00ab humble Saxons in their castle-home.\\n37.\\nEternal vigilance! Was Liberty\\nEver won by this lowest race of men\\nA race that typifies servility\\nAre they fit guardians to maintain\\nWhat to them means but opportunity\\nTo practice cnery lust that leads to ruin\\nIf to be governed by the negro race\\nWe had better have a monkey in your place.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0107.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "96\\n38.\\nH from natal and dose propinquity,\\nKnows well this neij;libor s -haracter at home.\\nIndependent of oonsan ninity.\\nYon, he could ^ive, for use in time to come.\\nPoints not learned by your sweet aftinity\\nOne is, in Africa a jui* of rum\\nWill buy nej roes enough to swing a convention\\nTo you without Hanna s greenback inteivention.\\nHe has seen your- savage take human life.\\nThen tear with teeth tlesh (piivering from the bone;\\nButcher thousands even own child and wife\\nTo appease an angry god a snake, or stone;\\nWar on tribes and those captured in the strife\\nRape, torture, gibbering at each shriek and moan.\\nThen roast, or bury alive for another feast\\nWhen from his tilthy lair should ci awl this lazy beast.\\nYour administration will be renowned\\nAbove all others that have gone before\\nYou being the first as emperor crowned\\nEmperor of savages on Luzon s shore;\\nFor negro satraps that everywhere abound.\\nAnd not one Southerner as counsellor\\nFor rapes that multiply as you the white ra e snub\\nAnd the negro s back so lovingly I ub.\\n11.\\nWhether you eat, drink, sleep, walk, work, or pray\\nRemember Anathema Maranatha\\nHistory will poui on you the light of day;\\nYour polluter of a nation will not be then^\\nTo share or ease your shame; his rotten clay\\nWill be forgotten, and on your shoulders bare\\nNemesis will lay the lash for seeking mly self\\nUnder the vile tutelage of the King of pelf.\\n42.\\nPreposterous! Absurd! Slanderous! Vile!\\nNo, not all, nor one. Listen and reflect!\\nPut yourself and Hanua aside awhile;\\nNo more our country s interests neglect;\\nAssert your manhood! be not a child\\nP.e president and gain the world s respect\\nPnt that Devil, Hanna, behind your back\\nBefore he damn you to the ])illory and rack.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0108.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "The world s history is liiiown and you can read\\nWhat, bhiod concinered the earth s eonquerer Rome?\\nWho first cliecked the Tope s insatiate ureed\\nFor Tni versa! Rule; pronounced the doom\\nOf Charles; deni(Hl I)ivine Rijiht to rule, sped\\nTo a wilderness and made it Fi eedom s home\\nWho raised and holds on hi;;h the banner of the (^i-osa?\\nWh\u00c2\u00abse altiMiism lias iven self to save the Lost\\n44.\\nWhat, then, was your com])anion, nep,ro chum\\nHedfellow in politics\u00e2\u0080\u0094 pi ote^e\\nYour tender, loving and beloved Yum Yum\\nThen as now a savaj^e so yesterday\\nTo-morrow, forjner, in his native slum\\nSnake w(ushipper and, when not at play.\\nHis neighbor slays to eat their tiesh, or exhumes\\niJodies dead of small] ox and them as food consumes.\\n4\\nThe Bla k and Ruddy are antipodes\\nBetween them lies the Brown of many shades\\n(^ne, all nations have subdued with ease\\nAnd held as slaves. The other for Freedom wades\\nThrough seas of blood gaining, rising by degrees,\\nStroijger as some tyrant each right invades.\\nConcjuest alone has ever tamed your savage-\\n(Ti\\\\e hiip freedom and he begins to ravage.\\n4(;.\\nOne struggling uj ward through a million years,\\nHas. by strength unaided, clambered to the stars,\\nAnd on (Creation s confines, as each appears,\\nCounts, names and numbers all; (as, when through bars\\nHis Hocks passing, does the she])her(l as each nears;)\\nThen weighs them, like a Ood, from flaming Mars\\nTo Alcione round which all creation sweeps\\nThrough infinity s unimaginable deeps.\\n47.\\nHe rides the billows as a gentle steed:\\nThough they may leap to dash him to the sky\\nHe recks not tlieir angry crests nor rushing speed.\\nThe storm Ood s matchless, dread artillery.\\nCaptured and silent, supplies each hour s need,\\nMaking anatomy transparent to his eye.\\nNature s prime minister under subjection brought\\nAnnihilates space for interchange of thought.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0109.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "98\\n48.\\nIJiil^ Tiinc would ^row old wcic I to recilc\\nThe athievements of (his ruling, rudd.y luau\\nMe^l^^hile the black, symbol of darkest night\\nWith P]gyi)t s glories distant but a span,\\nAnd Rome s resphMidently atti aetJve light,\\nKnew but his lusts, in all creations plan.\\nEven Nubia s nearer, feeble, nascent ray\\nCould nor arouse one effort for a bettei- day.\\nThe negro feels himself the nation s ward,\\nTo till all offices (luite competent;\\nA president Republican, his lord;\\nAnd for his care a nurse omnipotent.\\nHe foi othce would l*aradise discard,\\nNot caring after death which way he went;\\nPraying for more Rej)ublican masters to be l)orn.\\nAnd that Gal\u00c2\u00bbi iel in some way might lose his horn.\\nHad you a tithe of Old Hickory s nerve.\\nYou would subdue the negro by a word;\\nProclaim, never should he in ottice serve\\nTill raping ceased and order be restored.\\nYou d change their -reed (from which they never swerve)\\nTo harbor rapists, murderers and thieving horde.\\nTheir preachers, teachers, office seekers worst of all\\nWould nmke peace between the lion and your jackal.\\nTell the howling, thieving, devilish crew\\nThat meet in Northern cities and Resolve\\nLynching must be stopped tell those few-\\nRapists, and band of thugs who there revolve\\nAround bar-rooms, slums and every lecherous stew.\\nFirst to be made eunuchs, if they would solve\\nThis problem; to learn the first of Nature s laws.\\nThat to cure disease tliey must tirst remove the cause.\\n52.\\nWith freedom thirty years where does he stand\\nHow has he used the talent he received\\nIn a napkin buried? Had he, this land\\nWould be a Paradise though not relieved\\nFrom the dark shadow of this nomad band.\\nHe s used it so. Heaven and Earth aie grieved\\nUsed it to perpetrate enormities in crime\\nUnthinkable by man or beast before his fi-eedom s time.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0110.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "99\\n53.\\nFather, luotluT, children, at chvse of day,\\nA happy ftioup at peace with all mankind;\\nA babblinj;- infant on the bosom lay;\\nAnd cheerful smiles spoke each contented mind.\\nAnd as their frn^-al meal they took, the play\\nOf jest went round the board, by love refined.\\nWhere can virtue, honor, love in safety dwell,\\nSince scene so full of joy at once bc^comes a hell.\\n54.\\nAs the tiger on its prey, a demon sprung\\nWithin and with ax cleaved llie father s head.\\nSpattering his brains among the food; then Hung\\nThe babe against the wall; forced to the bed\\nThe widow, braining the child that to her clung\\nWho, when ravished, was told, he d spread\\nHer brains upon the Hoor, but he spared her yet awhile\\nTo suffer until she should bear a negro child\\n55.\\nTwo centuries in slavery disciplined\\nHe did not lose what thousands had impressed.\\nThe hyena by iron bars confined\\nMay, its ferocity, partly, have repressed\\nWith rod and lash and kee] er s will combined.\\nBut, when, for an hour from its cage released,\\nT is a hyena still, obeying Nature s law.\\nDigging in graves for tlesli v\\\\ ith tooth and claw.\\n5(;.\\nBy the enlightened, humane Saxon ruled\\nFor tw^o centuries, this savage was restrained\\nNot subdued. He was to ob(Hlience schooled\\nliy fear, but what of humanity he gained\\nHeiug by oi dei-, justice, will, controlled.\\nWas lost when self-supremacy he obtained.\\nHis savage lusts broke loose in a fiery flood\\nOf basest crimes arson, lechery, rape, and blood.\\n57.\\nI as your confidential clerk advise.\\nIt s time that you should take account of stock.\\nThree years you ve been in business ^and the rise;\\nThere s been a rush, you ve had no time to lock\\nTlie doors to see how you stand. It might surprise\\nYou when I a balance strike, or it might knock\\nAn idea or two into your stolid pate.\\nOr the peoi)l wake before it be too late.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0111.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "100\\n58.\\nTo debit or credit just as one thinks\\nYou have two foreign, very foreij^n wars,\\nSo mndi that when toastinj; Dewey one drinks\\nHis health, if etw en them there Avere no bars,\\nFie wonhl stand on Dewey soU S as the \u00c2\u00ab;lass he dinks,\\nAnd Dewey stand on liis head; whicli fa -t mars\\nTo some dej^ree tlie ;ravity of the sentiment,\\nAnd, no less, the tlHM)ry of onr j^overnnient.\\n51).\\nYou have, besides, a. billion more of debt.\\nAnd a death roll of near ten thousand men,\\nP^ach wortli a million of the hordes they met\\nOf savajj;eH in jun\u00c2\u00ab;les, boj; and fen.\\nAs factors in mankind s lon^ toil to set\\nOn high the Savittr s banner of I^eace, when\\nThe sword shall turn into a. runing hook,\\nAnd the badge of Rule shall be a shepherd s crook.\\n60.\\nYou have, also, twenty million dollars\\nPaid to Spain for the privilege to teach\\nTen million truant, rebellious s holars,\\nThe art of government and how to prea h.\\nThat dwell in shacks, jungles, lioles, and wallows,\\n.Vnd wear neithei- hat, shirt, shoes, cojit, nor breech;\\nMade citizens by purcliase, without title in Spain,\\nAnd killed for fighting because you would not explain.\\n01.\\nYou have the epidemic })lague of Trusts\\nDeadlier 1han the lilack tongue of the East\\nStarting with your infectious i-ule, as bursts\\nA gang of thieving convicts when released\\nThrough bribery, or force; or, what is wors\\nLike Harpies licking u]) the ])oor man s feast.\\nThat Jersey daily litters like rats and mice,\\nOr Egypt s locusts, flies, frogs and lice.\\nG2.\\nWhat title had Spain to the Philippines\\nThat twenty millions we should pay, or one\\nBy cession, protection, or as one finds\\nA lone island and takes quiet possession\\nOn histon^ s page are no darker lines\\nThan the crimes by Spain in those islands done\\nRapine, murder, cruelty, vice of all degrees.\\nMake up, in part, her record there for centuries.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0112.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "101\\nWho wonders at. tlie Filij)inos fear\\nWhen beinj; hai tei-ed to Spain s onqneioi-\\nFreedom Friends Allies Nol a chanj^e of master\\nPay for the ri^ht to Ite our protector\\nWith this swarm of tlies do not interfei e\\nThey are now fall; if driven off another\\nRavenons swann will come and drain onr veins,\\nA change of masters will not end onr pains.\\n04.\\nhen the treaty makers at Paris met\\nSpain defeated, banki-ujit, helph ss, hopeless\\nWithout the salve of a. sincere regret,\\nThougli Europe envious was at onr success,\\nBethought herself as other gamblers bet,\\n((Trowing desperate as their cash grows less)\\nTo sell islands to us she did not own,\\nBeing then short on islands in every zone.\\n\u00c2\u00ab5.\\nThe blood of every freeman friend or foe\\nFallen, or who may fall, in that war for trade.\\nCries like the blood of Abel from below\\nFor your damnation, for your silent aid\\nGiven those demons led by Agninaldo\\nTo butcher their deliverers. Had you said\\nWhat duty demanded yon should have spoken.\\nWhat blood ha l not been shed, what hearts not beenbi-oken!\\nt;.\\nLet justice be done though the Heavens fall!\\nIt is the brightest star in Deity s crown.\\nThere are degi ees in mercy great and small\\nTruth absolute and i-elative is known.\\nOne punishment, onr conscience doth appall\\nAnother we approve as mercifiil, so shown\\nBy inflicting death, or prison-life, for crime;\\nThe flow and ebb of mercy changing with the time.\\n(57.\\nThere are seasons when truth should not be told,\\n(childhood s thoughts run on things it should not know;\\nRobbers have no right to know where lies your gold;\\nLove, by evasion, may oft its sweetness sliow.\\nBut, Justice can nothing alter or withhold,\\nIt is the Unchangeable here below.\\nThose dismal mounds strewn along yon desert wide\\nMarks nations that, for injustice. Justice crucified.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0113.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "102\\n68.\\nTn vain we heaj) oiir sins on others heads;\\nIn vain we drive the feeble to the wall;\\nIn vain we loak onr dark, malicious deeds;\\nThere is within an an} el that we call\\nConscience whose accnsinj; tonj^ue nnc(^asinf pleads\\nF oi- Justice to be done. If it befall,\\nWe heed not, hear not, feel not, its plain demand.\\nWe need no Judj^inent Day we are already damned.\\n09.\\nMurder and war are deeds that closely mate.\\nThey are man s bitter, ashen. Dead Sea fruit\\nOne is crime, war is murder by the State;\\nOne sinks the villian far below Ihe brute,\\nAnd one makes heroes whom the world calls (Jieat.\\nThus, for the same deed, we to one imj)ute\\nMurder, because malice was the reason.\\nTo the other, praise, when killin is in season.\\n70.\\nBut let that pass; you ve sense enough to know\\nRight from wrong, a, gentleman from a blackguard.\\nStill, you do not moiv s the pity, and so.\\nYou ve made your bed, and I will not retard\\nThis moral by further prying below\\nWhere you and Marc lie snuggled close and hard\\nYou coving that gorilla s amiable cheek\\nAs he commands you what, how, when and where to speak.\\n71.\\nBut, adieu to yonr administration\\nOr Marcus Hanna s it is all the same.\\nExcept, you are responsible to the nation.\\nHe gets all the credit, you all the blame^\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nIt s marvelous that one in your high station\\nan be so weak, truculent, servile, tame.\\nNamby-pamby, shuffling, and blind to sure disgrace,\\nAs to be ruled by one so vulgar, ignorant and base.\\n72.\\nThe Civil War has passed some thirty years\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThe Armageddon of all time. The tread\\nOf near four million Christian men the tears\\nOf Christian women grieving o er their dead;\\nThe forming ranks, the bugle call, the fears\\nThat o er the cheeks of bravest men will spread\\nTheir livid hue; the charge, the deadly roar\\nOf cannon mowing the melting ranks that ponr", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0114.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "103\\n73.\\nTheir wasted valor o ei- the field; Ihe truce and search\\nFor the dead and d.yin^-; the j hastly hue\\nReudered more ghastly by tlie lurid torch;\\nThe hasty bier, the ditch in whicli you threw\\nA comrade, brother, j^-one even beyond the reach\\nOf love that lingers for the farewell view\\nThese are memory s trophies\u00e2\u0080\u0094 what else remains?\\nAccumulated billions and your wounds and pains,\\n74.\\nAnd of that Titans conflict does what remains\\nCompensate for all its sorrows, this loss\\nOf treasure, lakes of richest blood, the pains\\nAnd agony of women? I pray you, count the cost,\\nCalmly, justly and say what are your gains?\\nYe, who the winepress trod through heat and frost.\\nWeary of foot and heart, who knapsacks wore,\\nLimbs left upon the field, and dismal prisons bore.\\n75.\\nYou fought for freedom to this race oppressed\\nThe saddest misconception in all time\\nOnly savages whose passions were repressed\\nBy law, justice, they knew not in their clime;\\nTheir wrongs were few and seldom not redressed\\nTheir punishment but meted out for crime.\\nOr, when their untamed savagery bi oke the bounds\\nOf order, law, right, among all Christians found.\\n76.\\nYou fought to raise the negro to your plain\\nTo make him what, before, he never was\\n(^an not be: a-self-sustaining freeman.\\nIf you would know his measure, seek the cause\\nNot in slavery by you called inhuman,\\nliut in Nature s stern, inexorable laws\\nThat fixed the races Ruddy, Hlack and Brown\\nAnd on the Ruddy s head placed dominion s crown.\\n77.\\nVou sought io elevate a. fellow-man\\nA purpose worthy chivalry of old\\nYou sped him downward into himself again.\\nHelpless victim of j)assions uncontrolled.\\nOf appetites o er which he holds no rein.\\nOf demonism that makes the blood run cold.\\nOf superstitions that blind all moral sense.\\nAnd hatred of vour kin for which there s no defense.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0115.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "104\\n78.\\nYou made him rival for your daily bread\\nA el lib for millionaires to beat you down.\\nAVhen by them pinched, driven to sorest need,\\nYour Ruddy manhood aspires to the crown\\nThat (lod and Nature placed upon your head,\\nIf your manhood win. the judicial gown\\n]iy Injunction reminds you of your new evangel\\nThe negro is my equal, even were I an angel.\\n79.\\nThis bundle of passions, appetites and hate,\\nYou made ruler of your Ruddy brother;\\n(rave the keys to treasury, and of State,\\nThough he knew not one letter from another;\\nFull power gave him to inaugurate\\n(Tovernments, constitutions, and laws, further.\\nTo make that Socrates and Plato could not frame,\\nThough (Jreece would pale on Glory s page without their\\nfame.\\n80.\\nYou have made hiui umpire of your own fate.\\nTwo presidents his venal choice has nmde\\nHe holds the powei- in ach doubtful State.\\nYou have on your race a burden laid\\nThat to his Atlas strength may prove too great.\\nNMien kindness, help, forbearance, are repaid\\nWith ingratitude, rape, arson, murder, theft.\\nYou) Higher Law points out the only recourse left.\\nSI.\\nThe Question still recurs what have you gained?\\nYou freed the negro and yourselves enslaved.\\nThe cunning Shy locks at their desks remained,\\nThe waning credit of your country shaved\\nThe deeper -utting as the more it waned.\\nAnd when the tiag o er your kin in triumph, waved\\nThey, as youi- praises sung and Rravos shouted loud\\nWere weaving secretly the doomed Republic s shroud.\\nS2.\\nWhence comes your grief? Rome stood six centuries\\nEre wealth, concentrated, as here, in one\\nYea, in thirty years! Your miseries\\nBegan (before there was neither sign nor moan),\\nWhen, of all destructive, anarchistic- lies\\nThe worst Higher Law its v. ;\\\\v to power won.\\nThen your woes, like streams of tieiy lava sluiced.\\nFrom the yawning, retching gates of Hell were loosed.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0116.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "105\\n83.\\nDo you not see the grave they dug for .you?\\nWhat means these monuments vaulting to the sky\\nOf millionaires, before that war how few I\\nNow, thick as leaves in Valambrosa lie.\\nTheir lengthening, widening shadows mildew\\nThe patriot s life as o er his hut they fly\\nYet, these are but the roses on the cancer s base\\nDeep-seated in you that surgery must etface.\\n84.\\nBehold your feeble, thinly scattered ranks\\nUnited, against your foe, invincible.\\nKnow you not, your enemy gives you thanks\\nFor your firm staud upon a principle\\nAnd scorns you as a headless mob of cranks\\nThe dreadful doom awaits you that befell\\nAthens, Sparta, Rome, divided into petty bands,\\nWhile the foe is forging iron fetters for your hands.\\n85.\\nOne little squad condemns the use of wines\\nAnd huddles to itself to save the world,\\n\\\\M41e Empire quaffs your blood in the Philippines.\\nOne for labor their banner has unfurled;\\nOne for the middle of the road combines;\\nAnother strives to have our uiothers hurled\\nFrom their domestic throne where they rule the earth.\\nTo give to politics a new and quite miraculous birth.\\nSB.\\nThere are many more and may God help them!\\nBlindly, madly, pulling against each other.\\nAs oarsmen, who would a wild current stem.\\nDrift helplessly and go down together.\\nWho justly but themselves can they condemn\\nYour principle should be save self and brother\\nSave country, freedom, save all from empire I\\nIn whose bloody breath eai-th s energies exi)ire.\\nTempora mutantur et mutamur\\nCum nils Eistwhile it took a million men\\nA year delving with hoe, plow, anvil, hammer,\\nTo save a hundred million Noxo, one can pen,\\nIn Autolycus style, that sum without murmur\\nFrom his victims, who seem to say, Amen!\\nWhom Trusts are boldly drawing the chord to choke\\nWhile they, like dumb, driven cattle, take the yoke.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0117.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "106\\n88.\\nYet, yon are Hercules with power to crush\\nThis boa constrictor and, to the world\\n(rive freedom. Why so lon this craven hush\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nThis dastardly submission Awake! and hurl.\\nAs the anji els, Satan, this monster, and crush\\nIts serpent s head before it round you coil\\nIts icy, deadly folds! Are there no Howards\\nLivinj^- still Are you a nation of cowards\\n8!).\\nIf not, then you dwell in Ejiyptian nij;ht\\nHaA ing- eyes to see, you see not you are blind\\nBlind as Bartimeus before his sight\\nNeed you a miracle to inform your mind\\nYour squalid bed is a pillar of lij.;ht;\\nIn your loved ones hunjj;er and raj;s you find\\nA cloud by day. If you be men, they will guide your feet\\nWhere these tyrants and their foes, soon or late, shall meet.\\n1 0.\\nYour huts stand crowded in the vale below;\\nScant your daily fare, sleepless lies your head,\\nallous your hands from toil, y(nir steps drag slow.\\nYour hearts grows faint, as thickening troubles spread\\nTheir palling gloom. What dt)es a day s work show?\\nA year s yield s not enough to shroud your dead\\nIs the fault in you strong, brave, active, willing, man\\nIndustrious, honest, law-abiding citizen\\n91.\\nLook up! around! you ll feel as well as see\\nThose palaces glistening in the sun\\nCottages so called by Plutocracy.\\nKnow ye how these mansions regal were won?\\nThink you by toil, or even honestly?\\nYes, honestly as tricks in trade are done;\\nOne trick more profit brings in one idle hour\\nThan in your lap a hundred toiling years could shower.\\n02.\\nThis country can not be half free, half slave,\\nNor Plutocracy and Democracy.\\nThe spade for one is digging now a grave;\\nOn your strong arm depends whose it shall be.\\nYour patriot sires, resolute and brave,\\nDying bequeathed to you a legacy\\nDe-Jirer than all riches of the earth and sea\\n\\\\M11 you keep it, or sell your offs})ring into slavery", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0118.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "107\\n93.\\nDo you not discern rising from the sea\\nFar away a scarcely visible form,\\nShapeless, but like dark clouds fragmentary.\\nAssuming a monstrous mein? Look! an arm\\nApparently comes forth, and there seems to be\\nA halo around it, glowing and warm.\\nLike the morning light\u00e2\u0080\u0094 ^now, turning red\\nAs though some unseen foe upon it bled.\\nNow from the lurid mass appears a head,\\nAnd crimson flecks like blood drip from its jaws.\\nAs boas huge their thin covering shed,\\nA garment drops^ Another change and claws\\nExtend while on its flank dark figures spread\\nA hoarse roar from the deep comes like applause.\\nAs in the figures legible now we read Empire\\nAnd sky, sea, earth, blaze up Behold! the world s on fire!\\n95.\\nIn this blackest hour o er Freedom s only home,\\nWhere Treason s shadow darkens every door,\\nWhere royalism forebodes what is to come,\\nLike the storm s low murmur on the shore;\\nWhere wealth s resplendence casts a thicker gloom,\\nWhere law no limit sets to riches store.\\nBut fosters every scheme avarice can devise\\nTo keep the poor a-gronnd, and help the rich to rise,\\n9G.\\nWould you save yourselves, country, freedom all\\nWhat helpful remedy do you propose\\nAnarchy \\\\^Tiat Have this terrestrial ball\\nAgain witliout form and void Would yon close\\nThe gates of Paradise and open Hell\\nFrom that lawless, bloody chaos, who knows\\nWhat dragons would come, like the horses pale and red\\nDeath and Destruction rode while by them hell was led?\\n97.\\nAnarchy No ten thousand times, no! no\\nOrder is God s decree, and Nature s law\\nAnarchy is chaos on fire If you know\\nYour rights. Justice choose it has no flaw.\\nWith it cleave deep to both bone and marrow\\nThe only sword God permits man to draw\\nGod s only weapon, forged in Heaven, tempered in Christ s\\nblood.\\nTo evil a flaming fire, the avenger of tiie Good.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0119.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "108\\n98.\\nIf you would conquer you must organize\\nNo longer be a howling, lieadless mob\\nGird up your loins for tbis liigli enterprise.\\nAnd with, defiance face the drones whoi rob\\nThe cradle and the grave. Heed not their lies\\nPoor man s friend, higher wages that grainless cob\\nThey ve fed you on for fifty years, while with the grair\\nYou gi ow, they Monte Cristo s fabled riches gain.\\n99.\\nWhat are you undistinguishable mass\\nOn whose broad back Society is built\\nBalaam s, Sancho s, every tyrant s ass?\\nHerded and held for your blood to be spilt\\nWhen Nero, sated with debauch, to pass\\nA merry night, insensible to guilt,\\nMakes faggots of you, burns you at the stake with beasts,\\nAnd calendars that butchery among his royal feasts\\n100.\\nOr, when an emperor, sultan, king, czar,\\nPerchance, a lunatic, as George the Third,\\nTlie peace of nations, for a slight, would mar,\\nShakes the world s pillars, Jove-like, with a word,\\nPlays you as dumb pawns in the game of war\\nFood for powder, the guillotine, or sword\\nDying, to rot forgotten like a dog.\\nLiving, fed, perhaps, on scrapings like a. hog?\\n101.\\nOr, when a President, the spawn of gold\\nAnd bribery, drives you to a foreign land.\\nTo butcher savages, as tyrants of old\\nDrove their villeins; or like targets stand\\nFor cloutless heathens to fill you with cold\\nLead, or arrows poisoned; while on every hand\\nRockefellers swarm to reap the crop your rich blood\\nHas grown, like the Nile s overflowing fertile flood\\n102.\\nAre you but cattle awaiting to be bought\\nBy Mark Hanna at five or ten a head\\nGold you have, through great tribulation, wrought.\\nBut wrenched from you by Trusts and others gi^eed**^\\nAre you knaves thus venally to be caught?\\nOr driven to dishonor by your need?\\nAre you but sheep to follow any wether\\nHe may buy and bell to vote you all together.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0120.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "109\\n103.\\nAre you freemen, or Rockefeller s slaves\\nWere you born peons, serfs, for him to delve\\nAnd crawl between his legs to paupers graves?\\nShall his three hundred millions swell to twelve\\nOr twenty, gathered as voracious waves\\nGulp down rich argosies and, useless, shelve\\nIn fathomless depths of the miser-sea.\\nValueless to it and lost to humanity?\\n104.\\nBy what right or law human or divine,\\nMay one monopolize the gifts of God\\nCommon to all? Was the sun made to shine\\nFor a favored few? Did the magici rod\\nBring forth water for man and not for kine?\\nDivide the sea for ]\\\\Ioses to pass dry-shod.\\nAnd not Israel s hosts? Did the Savior die\\nTo save the rich and Redemption to the poor deny?\\n105.\\nWhen Deity in dungeons of the earth\\nImprisoned the sun s rays in coal and oil.\\nBenignly stored for all men, when the dearth\\nShould come of fuel gathered on the soil,\\nWere they stored only till Rockefeller s birth\\nThat he should all the human race despoil.\\nDoling out to you by gallons, or by pounds,\\nGod s beneficence, as he makes his princely rounds?\\n100.\\nWith Reynard s craft and Bruin s plantigrade\\nHe s found and covers Earth s petroleum store\\nVanderbilts with wealth, from stock they watered, made,\\nNow clip your hard earned gains from shore to shore;\\nHunting-ton s rival track built with bonds unpaid.\\nHas bled you a thousand millions and more;\\nHeaven s courier caught by Franklin, tamed by Morse,\\nThe Goulds have seized by stealth and hold by force.\\n107.\\nIron, God s best gift save water, wood and air\\nWhat right beasts of burden\u00e2\u0080\u0094 have you to it\\nTill you tribute pay to some millionaire?\\nAre not his meshes o er the whole earth knit?\\nCan you break through them, e en though in despair?\\nDo you not know, the Trusts with golden bit\\nRule the powers that be fawning manikins\\nWho in base submission bow where thrift begins?", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0121.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "no\\n108.\\nYou have seen Judgment change within a day,\\nAnd Sacred Income put above taxation;\\nThe same Bench packed by plutocrats to say\\nCoin means j9aper, in the Constitution\\nA judge for many months witli Justice play,\\nThen yawn, there is no ground for extradition\\nOf two plutocrats a jury charged with crime\\nOf Larceny so Grand it approaches the sublime.\\n109.\\nWhen the Senate to heal the statute s flaw\\nPassed a bill, you have seen how wondrous kind\\nA Senator cloaked the thieves and damned the law.\\nThen, Neely, ambitious not to be behind\\nGaynor and Greene, to Cuba came and saw\\nAnd conquered. How that Higher Law doth find\\nDisciples so meek and low, to anything they stoop,\\nFrom robbing a nation to a negro s chicken coop.\\n110.\\nForty years you have felt this Higher Law\\nThan the Bible higher, higher than God.\\nYou have felt it at your very vitals gnaw;\\nOn your naked, shirtless backs have felt its rod\\nAt your scanty meals have felt its beak and claw\\nFelt it whene er your loved ones you have shod;\\nSeen sheriffs, with it, shoot down your unarmed ranks.\\nFor which brave deed you ve heard return; of thanks.\\nIIL\\nWe have seen a ship of majestic hull,\\nFull rigged, sails strong, and shape of perfect plan,\\nWith cargo meet for starving nations, full\\nThe humblest of her crew a nobleman\\nGraceful in motion as the wild sea-gull\\nDipping its glad wing in the watery main.\\nGliding with even keel through glassy seas,\\nRiding the raging waves in cradled ease,\\n112.\\nBoarded by pirates, the crew in chains confined.\\nOr forced to walk the plank; riotous greed\\nDestroy her stores; her hull with barnacles lined\\nAnd scuttled to dust by worms; fonl seaweed\\nChoke her way her sails resistless to the wind\\nIn tatters hang; the tide alone give speed;\\nTill, drifting rudderless on some reef, or treacherous ground,\\nAwhile the billows prey, ingloriously go down.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0122.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "Ill\\n113.\\nHave you no dread that this great State may die\\nThe guilty death of others Greece and Rome?\\nGo ask that taJe-of-death called history\\nThe hortus siccus of every nation s tomb\\nThese dumb relics do not deceive nor lie.\\nHear you not the warning echo from their doom?\\nWere they not Republics, boastful of liberty?\\nCan boasts prevail against corruption? Let us see\\n111.\\nFar eastward through the gray and misty dawn\\nStood Babylonia wearing as her crown,\\nBabylon, which from Euphrates mud was won\\nBy servile hands to please a king. Farther on\\nAssyria appears, of no less renown\\nFor walls and gates and brutal slaughter done.\\nVain were their conquests, conquered to be in turn,\\nTime holds their ashes in his sacred urn.\\n115.\\nStill nearer Egypt stands, and all alone\\nThe paradox of time. Mankind, for ages,\\nOn her enticing mysteries have thrown\\nThe calcium light of learning which sages\\nOf all the nations, since her time, have known.\\nIn the vain attempt to read the pages\\nOf her history written in Cheops tomb\\nThat type of Egypt s monumental gloom.\\n116.\\nNext and brightest, unrivaled Greece is seen,\\nEndowed with all that makes a people great.\\nThough near three thousand years are stretched between\\nHer fall and our rise, and we are elate\\nOver our achievements, yet we only glean\\nWhereof she reaped, proud to perpetuate\\nHer painting, sculpture, logic, epic song.\\nAnd dwell enraptured on her matchless tongue.\\n117.\\nHer language, soft and sweet by Sappho sung,\\nWas love s and music s universal strain;\\nSpoke by Demosthenes electric tongue,\\nIt kindled the eye of Mars o er sea and main;\\nGrand as wild Neptune s sublimest tones rung\\nOver the world in Homer s epic vein.\\nWondrous is thy beauty! thy depth profound!\\nThou Helen of all form, and Psvche of all sound!", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0123.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "112\\nlis.\\nBorn between the Old Bible and the New,\\nWhen Prophec} was carrying in her womb\\nThe seed of Inspiration, and the Jew\\nWatched for her delivery and the doom\\nOf idols, Greece, Godless and alone, drew\\nFrom earth, sky, sea, heroic deeds, the gloom\\nOf Fate, an Inspiration all her own^\\nAnd Sculpture rose ti-iumphant to her throne.\\n119.\\nThere sits she laurel-crowned to-day, and there\\nWill reign till man and time shall be no more,\\nFor Genius self is filled with fond despair\\nAt her own triumphs on that classic shore,\\nWhere, from the rock, into the enamored air,\\nDivinit} in form stepped forth before\\nAdoring men, at Phidias high command\\nThat mortal master with immortal hand.\\n120.\\nWhen Homer would his rapturous numbers pour\\nIn rushing torrent, or sweet as Psyche s name,\\nFair Clio teeming with historic lore.\\nAnd Calliope with music s rhythm came;\\nAnd Neptune brought the mad sea s frightful roar,\\nAnd Mars, wild shrieks and all devouring flame;\\nHe with these his ministers, his realm, the earth,\\nAnother and a brighter world brought forth.\\n121.\\nHis spirit divine, like creative power\\nOver chaos brooding, gathered the past\\nAnd all ages to come, into an hour\\nOf perfect ecstacy; and from the vast\\nOf nothingness, fashioned the flower\\nOf poesy beauty s immortelle, to cast\\nA charm along life s rugged, gloomy path, and give\\nThe disappointed heart encouragement to live.\\n122. I\\nAnd now we look on Rome, like some high peak\\nOvertopping all; ruled by the fierce Sabine,\\nAnd founded by wolf-nurtured twins. We seek\\nNot in vain for deeds of blood and rapine\\nAlong her world-wide march where fell the weak\\nAnd strong in one red swath, till no confine\\nOf earth, then known, felt not her hostile tread.\\nCrushing all empires whether they fought or fled.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0124.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "11^\\n123.\\nBorn of adventure, (U adled in distress,\\nSlie rose inspired with Nature s savaj^e mood.\\nWith back against her hills, like Leonidas\\nAgainst the wall, when Persia s human flood\\nPoured on him, she welcomed to her caress\\nInvading foes, and wrote with her sword in blood\\nHer right to empire; then, circling far away,\\nHer eagles flew like falcons to their prey.\\n124.\\nKingdom, republic, empire, slavery,\\nAVreck, she was in turn. Then, the long twilight.\\nDividing men s hopes and fears, when bravery\\ndrew timid, and the sleepless, nervous sight\\nDrew grim spectres, set in. J tien knavery\\nAnd power were one; and soon the pall of night\\nSettled on the world, and the Dark Ages\\nReigned and passed with scarce recorded pages,\\n125.\\nYet, brilliant o er her melancholy wreck,\\nLike jewels glittering on dead beauty s fonn.\\nAre scattered monuments of art that deck\\nHer livid nakedness; as, Avhen the storm\\nShivers a proud ship, and on the bleak\\nAnd ravaged shore, strews, lifeless but still warm,\\nNature s model statues, of garments riven.\\nFashioned of clay by Sculptor s hand in Heaven.\\n126.\\nIn that Arctic-summer night neither day\\nNor total darkness the glory of the Past\\nFaintly glimmering over the waste lay\\nThe world for centuries. Secluded fast\\nIn Christian cloisters shone the vestal ray\\nOf Hope. Around a hundred thrones were massed\\nEach tyrant s superstitious minions\\nWho lived, fought, and died without opinions\\n127.\\nSave their masters It was the reign of Mars\\nUnder whose blows humanity staggered back,\\nAnd blindly groped o er fields which wars\\nSuccessively enriched with blood; no lack\\nOf men to fill the breach, or grace the bars\\nOf dungeons, or to perish on the rack;\\nAs, for all time, led on by royal knaves.\\nUnthinking fools have filled ignoble graves.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0125.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "114\\n128.\\nFor an age the world lay fallow, and its vaJes\\nAnd places high continuously were swept\\nBy destructive storms against which the pales\\nOf Christ s church were no barrier. Brave men slept\\nArmor-clad, and waked to die; and the tales\\nOf woman s woes rent the air, as she wept.\\nBedewing the earth, when she saw the red rain\\nFall, and all her hopes dead among the slain.\\n129.\\nAnd from that fallow, mellowed thus by tears\\nAnd anguish, and warmed by pitying loAe,\\nSprang the flower of Chivalry of years\\nAnd agony the gi owth; and far above\\nAll banners high it waved, and woman s fears\\nDispelled, and from her breast black horror drove.\\nRough was its stem, but sweet the fruit it bore,\\nThe tree is dead, the fruit we hold in store.\\n130.\\nOn that raging, wild, tumultuous night\\nOf warring kingdoms, dukedoms, baronies,\\nThe torch of Chivalry was Freedom s light\\nLike a beacon over storm-driven seas\\nNow dimly glimmering on some petty height.\\nNow lost to view, as, when umbrageous trees\\nVeil a star lovers watch as their star of destiny,\\nThrough painful intervals, as it ascends the sky.\\nAt Runnymede, at last, it brilliant shone,\\nThen flickered low and dim four centuries;\\nAt Naseby by old Ironsides was borne\\nHeavenward till its glory dazed the eyes\\nOf Europe. It was Freedom s second morn\\nAn inspiration to the oppressed to rise.\\nThe Regicide more blessings on mankind conferred\\nThan all earth s sacrifice save that of our Lord.\\n132.\\nAgain Chivalry declined; the Old World\\nHaving worn the chain of royalty so long,\\nLike dungeon victims who, when the gates are whirled\\nSuddenly back, fearing some other wrong,\\nRefuse to move, seeing that flag unfurled\\nDallied and died a dastard, slavish throng.\\nBnt a few brave spirits with unconquered hand\\nSeized Freedom s torch and bore it to this land.", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0126.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0127.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0128.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0129.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": ".o ti a\\\\ N\u00c2\u00ab^ .0 O\\nV\\no V\\n-M--\\n.V", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0130.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "0^ V -.5^^ o.\\nJ^ 0\u00c2\u00b0/.\\ni\\nvc,-", "height": "3314", "width": "2014", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0131.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3538", "width": "2170", "jp2-path": "patriotismdemocr00norw_0132.jp2"}}