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launting of the Free Trade banners and houts of Grover Cleveland and hi. rents, They feel that the country is pros- perous toan uncxampled degree, and th are in no humor to risk chan well ut invite port of ve confidence » where all is and where change might They are firm in thesup- present tract ts, and they have every leader. A towering figure, James G, Blaine, stands between Free Tr country, ie threatened industries of the The pe are persuaded that the bulwark is suftici nd they are con- tent. BEECHER AND THE WORK- INGMAN. Tue Rev. Mexry Warp, chaplain in ordinary tothe Dependent party, and very faithful follower of Mr. Curtis, will tind himself almost as much disliked in the Demo- cratic party as the illustrious Grover Cleve- land himself. Mr. Beecher, who ha been able to 3 never make the ends meet on his $25,000 salary, but is forced each year to supplement the profits of his pulpit with those of the lecture platform, isa foe to any form of extray classe: Son ance among the working ursago he stated, as opinion, that “a wble to subsist on one dol- two y his deliberate ought to be full lar aday.” ‘This estimate presumably in- cludes a laborer’s family We would like to also, in the cant phri borer Mr. Beecher, who is © of the day, a laborer try to subsist for a few Some laborers, “in the vineya days on this sufficiency. who have natural aspirations after cleanli- morality and some degreo of ed to try the experi- bly outlined by Mr. Beecher, and ness, decenc) comfort, ha’ ment so » been obli: have found that such a subsistance was alto- gether incompatible with the higher aspira- tions we outline Mr. Beecher has nd therefore can above. not tried the experiment, not be counted when as an expert. However, ion day comes, the laborers will know how to rebuke, indirectly, Mr. Beecher, who thinks that the; dollar a day, and more directly Mr. Cleve- land, who has been the means of compelling some of them to work sixteen hours a day for a trifle more. ought to subsist on a ‘Those that claim that Grover Cleveland does not amount toa hill of beans had bet- ter take a back seat. The Sun’s antiqua- rian has unearthed the fact that his ances- tors used to live at Bean Hill, Connecticut. A connesron DENT of one of the Depen- dent journals writes that he saw a drunken man in Portland, Maine. From this fact he argues, somewhat obscurely, that prohibition is a failure in Maine, and that consequently James G. Blaine ought not to be the next President of the United States. « Wiere shall the lover rest?” sang he. “Right here on my shoulder, Dudey,”” ans- wered she, ‘and mind you don’t muss my white muslin.” ihe- | A Blaine Refrain. James G. Brarse, of Maine 4 hurricane, en of br: Will sweep the la For Will never abstain From casting their ballots for Jan He does not d To object or complain s strive his name tc For he knows ‘t this camy talwart knight from Maine nv of Blaine cof Maine «¢ pewer (2) Democratic will split in twain Twill be slau In its greed for From the st tered and slain, As though struck down with theeurse of Cain, Language profa Will meet disdain of James G, Bh ht and main From the stout adberent But with mi -y will still sustain The White Plumed knight front the state of Maine. Bound with a chain And racked with pain, The galvanized party will stri Rings will wane, And r historical “har'l nd strain; nies complain, drain m the state of Maine ch western plain Will be heard, like the moan of a hu This ery profar At the — this popul Jost ca James G. Blaine. : Eden Musee, as everyone knows, French institution, and many of the em- ployees are Frenchmen. Among others the door-keeper, who recently called off the entrance ef two grown persons and three ennaree as ‘¢ Deux hommes; trois homme- lets, Col. John A. Joyce’s Open Letter. WASHINGTON My Prenty Litre Puc Tknew you would be delighted with th lunatic chapter of my “checkered and pitate with pride at my poetr; ht you had lost sight of the fifty ight in the long ago at ) the St. Louis oyster and wine man’s, But the beer of Beshell you drank at my expense may have muddled’ your mem- sry; yet the receipt for fifty, eartooned in the Washing forgetfulness Asa chi 1 and soap you were the jest of the bo 1 while ob- seurity and poverty taught you trath and humility, prosperity has dimmed your re- maini ind power on. horse-back Sut it’s the old, D.C, July 1884, loon painter $ pretty good. a the Tammany Chieftain, are drawn in the lines of perfect beauty, while the Democratic party in convention assembled points to Cleveland, and the white flay it always exhibited when freedom and” union needed advocates, The red shirt ** Inde- pendent” sneaks behind the white flag and asassinates where he dares fight openly. Brutus, Booth and Guiteau had, at least, the courage of their convictions, and staked their lives on the murders they committed, but these bastard reforme pretend patrictism in public and practice peculation in private. ‘They belong to the Vharisee gang who sacrificed our Lord and Master at Jerusalem, and while they glori- fied the Republican party yesterday they tempt to crucify it to-day. But the Ameri- can people will not play the Pontius Pilate of cowardly Democra a big job ” of boot and shoe cleaning by Whitelaw Reid with his 7risune polish, the glorious Gillam forgot to put in his ca toon a few Democratic brogans. President Jackson's rip-rap contractor stuck a million of public money in his boots und walked off comicbooks.com