Judge — October 13, 1888 — page 3: what you’re looking at

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THISTLE DOWN. Oh, thistle down, fair thistle down ! Gone are the laughing daisy faces ; ‘The dandelions golden gown Is seen no more in sunny places. But still, above the yellowing grass Your gentle grace my gaze is mecting— The thistle’s royal crown, Alas, Like other royal crowns—too fleeting ! Oh, thistle down, dear thistle down ! Flow calm the soft September weather Shone o'er the meadows, smooth and brown, Where I and Sybil walked together. And oh, the hand that clung to mine, ‘The dim The dreamy si gers, white and slender, the eyes divine, ‘The answering voice so low and’ tender. Ob, thistle down, light thistle down ! At faintest: breath above you sighing, Your wonder of a fairy crown Broke into wings just made for flying. And far into the distance sent I watched them slowly rising—falling— Alas! my were with them blent, Cast on the wind beyond recalling. Oh, thistle down, pure thistle down ! My life's deep love was hers—hers only— For her I would have won rencwn, Or toiled and waited, sad and lonely. For her what would I not have done ? ‘And yet, through all my blinding passion, I knew her sweet heart was not won— She only pitied me, girl fashion ! TREACHERY TO GROVER. SINCERITY of the mugwumps in their affectation of love for Cleveland may be questioned. ‘The president has repudiated in his TH acts everything he has said for civil-service reform, and every Democratic friend of Cleveland says, with a nod of his sagacious head, and a wink of his sharpest eye, “ You just wait! If Grover gets another term you won't see a Republican or a mugwump in federal office anywhere in these United States.” Naturally this has made the mugwumps sad and angry, and it is not an improbable conclusion that they assume a desire to beat Hill the better to beat Cleveland. For, of course, Hill is the favorite Democrat of this state, and if he were to be beaten Cleveland would run so far behind, in the state as well as the nation, that he wouldn’t suspect himself of having been in the canvass at all. LOOK OUT FOR THIS! THERE IS broad suspicion of a imp design to beat Cleveland because of his opposition to civil-service reform, and to cover the treachery by the published desire to beat Hill. But the scheme is very shallow, for of course if Hill is beaten Cleveland is beaten. It is not the president who is pulling the governor, but the governor who is pulling the president. We believe the Republicans are going’ to win, here and the country through; but that mugwump purpose of assassination would have made Brutus weep and Julius Carsar glad that he was dead. THEIR GENEROUS APPREHENSION. ‘T TROUBLES the Democratic press that Mr. Blaine should have had a tremendous audience at the polo grounds the other night. It is afraid that Mr. Blaine will detract from the importance of General Har- rison. Ah well! these will balance each other pretty well before election. General Harrison will be with us in ample time to redeem himself, and then perhaps the question will be, with these rather too anxious partisans, whether General Harrison isn’t doing too much by way of overwhelming Oh, thistle down, pale thistle down ! Ghosts of a joy forever ended, Will balm of time love's sorrow drown, Or broken dream be brightly mended? Ah, no jas soon recall again Your own fair, widely wafted treasure, As gather back, throu F Gays of pain, My longing hearts lost thrills of pleasure. What's this? Hurrah, old thistle down ! Float where you please, your sermon’s over: A letter—yes—she's back in town And thinking of her own true lover, “ Dear Jack, I'm here at last all right,” So runs the darling’s slanting scribble. * Shall look for you to-morrow night, Be sure to come—yours always—! MADELINE S. BRIDGES. Mr. Blaine. The Republican party appears to understand its business pretty well, and if it didn t it wouldn't call for assistance from this gener- ous but considerably meddlesome Democratic press. Mr. Cresiey—"' For two reasons. fessor Barnard says that a comet i approaching the earth at a rate of three million miles a day, and—'er ! ahem !— T think I hear your mother coming too.” comicbooks.com