To The Boy Orator

Oh. Billy! You'll be llcked, I know. And like to all thlngs here below, You'll disappear- and ne'er again Be thought of by the very men Who walt upon your every word And think you prince of meu - a blrd. Yon talk, and talk, and talk again, By word of moutli and by your pen, But after all, what is't you say? The same thíng - nothlng - every day Of course froin England we eut loóse; For kings and queens we had no use; The people fought for freedoni's cause, For right to make tneir rulers, laws; And won. of course. the dreadful flght With help of God, for they were rijjht. But. ISilly. when you undertake To teil the people they can make An inch il yard, a dollar two- They'll bite off more than they can chew lt's nonsense rank. a boylsn whim, To think that gold can ever swlm With silver, sixteen gralns to one - And, well, you know lt can't be done; But just as sure as it is tried The go!d will sink beneath the tid And dlsappear, and nevermore Be seen agaiu upon the shore. To fooi thè people, Bill, you try, Beware, be frank. "Thou shalt not lie," Thus sayeth the shorter catechlsm, 'Tis silver monometallism: That's what you're after, naughty boy. For nobler ends your wjls employ. Why, Billy, you but waste your breath- You'll talk yourself ere long to death. And all for naught. for sure's you're born Your cake is dough- your hope forlorn, ips, if. after all, you're spared To live, through all the fates you've dared, To man's estáte, and shou! repent Of all your wovds, your breath mlsspent; For honcsty and trnth come out. And tip and down the country spout; Who kuows! But what the people may Glve you a chance tome other day. But just you mark, 'twas never meant A boy should be our President.