The Candidate.

Mt Benger Mail, Volume V, Issue 261, 13 December 1884, Page 5

The Candidate.

Nobly and weU ha.l the candidate wrought With bottle tongue and brain ; At the polling booth's mouth he had bravely fought But he squandered his toil in vain ; For the office be reckoned his certain prize To another had gone tliat day ; He had heard the return with dilating eyes, Then madly had rushed away. Aii'i on through the forest andtaugle wild, And uvertbe thirsty plain, He uad wildly fled while tie coid 6tars smiled At the fever which fided hisbrain ; And now from a r >ck by tue emeu's jowl, lie stares *t the pale, cold moon While the dismal hunt of the midnight owl Grimly bends with tins doleful tune :

'Oh, whither and where is the rm«n whose guile This snare at my feet first threw, Who fcai i, with a band ciay.) and Janus smile, 'The ward must be saved by You," Whose pallid skin 1 did nightly till With the vintage of 'Bl. Oh.soon will he grind in old Lucifer's mill For the villainy he has done. " Oh whither and where it the man whose friends Were as sands by the raging sea ; Who had the proud power at his fingers' ends To vote them each one for me. Who borrowed my wealth aod did hourly toil . 'Gainst the bock beer's turbulent flow— Oh, surely this miscreant wretch will boil In a cauldron down below. "Oh, where is the man pound did need T*V V To bury a dear, dear ' Who seized on the coin railroad speed - His way to the bar did wend. And did pay for bis friend and remove the cork And bury him in his maw— Oh, 6oon will old Beelzebub's three-tined fork Be rankling in his craw.

Then where is the power-wielding potent coo a Whose friends were so bard to hold, Who needed a " fiver " each afternoon To keep them within the, fold ; And where are the beuchri>pn who filled the hall At my lager-beer jamboree, Or the thousand aud twenty who signed mj ca'l Mong thfi doaen who voted for me ?" Then up sprang the candidate, pale and waD, In the light of the waning moon, And off through the woods like a hatter ran, Still crooning his doleful tune ; And he said, as he started the white-winged fay, Anl plunged through the tangled briars, 4 l'll traverse the earth but I'll get away From this di6mal region of liars." J. K. Hurt>.