Dana A Doubter

bays Dana uoiv : " I feel like- ah, i-xcuse me gracious ladies. I almost said I feel like- ah, Excuse me- feel like Hades. " J!'n a PaPer called the Sun, w hich does the Tiger's putting, Aud ouce I spoke of Cleveland as A man composed of stufflng. '" Stuffed Prophet,' yes, those were the words And others, no less civil: ora&, But now I've got to eat my erow And fire the Forcé Bill swivel. " I've got to cali him ' Mister ' and Kestrain mv true opinión ■ In other words, the Sun must be rot nonpareil, but minion. " 4id 'ninion to the mugwump hosts Ah, how I want to guy 'em ; I bauked on Hill, but woe on woe, He s worse off now than I am. " l've srot t badly in the neck, I thiuk no worse eau foilcnv : I gag and gag, and gag on crow, And vet I have to swallow. "So here's to Cleveland! Whoopl Hurrah! The Sun will have to shout it ■ Isthere a God in Israel? They say ëo, but I doubt it.