THE NAVAL CONSTRUCTOR.
He looked upon the ships as they
All idly lay at anchor,
Their sides with gorgeous workmen gay—
The riveter and planker—
Republicans and Democrats,
Statesmen and politicians.
He saw the swarm of prudent rats
Swimming for land positions.
He marked each “belted cruiser”
fine,
Her poddy life-belts floating
In tether where the hungry brine
Impinged upon her coating.
He noted with a proud regard,
As any of his class would,
The poplar mast and poplar yard
Above the hull of bass-wood.
He saw the Eastlake frigate tall,
With quaintly carven gable,
Hip-roof and dormer-window—all
With ivy formidable.
In short, he saw our country’s hope
In best of all conditions—
Equipped, to the last spar and rope,
By working politicians.
He boarded then the noblest ship
And from the harbor glided.
“Adieu, adieu!” fell from
his lip.
Verdict: “He suicided.”
1881.
DETECTED.
In Congress once great Mowther shone,
Debating weighty matters;
Now into an asylum thrown,
He vacuously chatters.
If in that legislative hall
His wisdom still he ’d
vented,
It never had been known at all
That Mowther was demented.
BIMETALISM.
Ben Bulger was a silver man,
Though not a mine had he:
He thought it were a noble plan
To make the coinage free.
“There hain’t for years been
sech a time,”
Said Ben to his bull pup,
“For biz—the country’s
broke and I’m
The hardest kind of up.
“The paper says that that’s
because
The silver coins is sea’ce,
And that the chaps which makes the laws
Puts gold ones in their place.
“They says them nations always be
Most prosperatin’ where
The wolume of the currency
Ain’t so disgustin’
rare.”
His dog, which hadn’t breakfasted,
Dissented from his view,
And wished that he could swell, instead,
The volume of cold stew.
“Nobody’d put me up,”
said Ben,
“With patriot galoots
Which benefits their feller men
By playin’ warious roots;
“But havin’ all the tools
about,
I’m goin’ to commence
A-turnin’ silver dollars out
Wuth eighty-seven cents.
“The feller takin’ ’em
can’t whine:
(No more, likewise, can I):
They’re better than the genooine,
Which mostly satisfy.
“It’s only makin’ coinage
free,
And mebby might augment
The wolume of the currency
A noomerous per cent.”
I don’t quite see his error nor
Malevolence prepense,
But fifteen years they gave him for
That technical offense.