er swine as Rome did slaves,
(A sanguine carnival of sausage-meat),
Here, where Chicago belles their braided hair
Pile in Greek knots,--to gaze on brawn and gristle!
Here, where in gilded cars the pork-kings loll,
Driven Mammon-like unto their marble homes,
Lit by the wan light of the electric arc,
Swift-wheeled and silent-tyred o'er wood or stone.
IV.
You'll _pay_! These walls--these ivy-clad arcades--
These mouldering plinths--these sad and blackened shafts--
These vague entablatures--this wreck--this ruin--
Are worth the carriage o'er the Atlantic foam,
And the tall price that Italy will ask,--
_If_ she should cell you to Porkopolis!
V.
"No fear!"--Bourse Echoes answer me--"_no_ fear!"
Italy is hard up, her bare Exchequer
Forebodes financial ruin to her realm.
We many-dollared Syndicates rule all.
We rule the hearts of Ministers--we rule
With a despotic sway ambitious minds;
We are omnipotent. Shall pallid stones
Contend for power with us?--shall antique fame,
Or mere word-wizardry of old renown,
Match the gold-magic that encircles _us_,
"Rings," "Corners," "Syndicates"? Ridiculous!
Not all the mysteries that hang upon
Old Edax Rerum like a wizard's garment,
May match that Master-Mage--the Almighty Dollar!!
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OUR PARTICULAR TIP COMES OFF RIGHT!
You may remember that last week, just before the Derby, I furnished
you with a prophecy. So that there might be no doubt about it, I named
the absolute First, Second, and Third. Said I (page 255), "We may
take it that the winner will be found out of the _Common_." But
this was not enough. That all should secure One, Two, and Three, I
wrote, "Well might FRANCOIS PREMIER have observed (as I do), 'Bravo,
_Gouverneur_!'" implying that the French horse was certain of a place.
But I went further still; I gave the Third. I carefully introduced
in my short article the name of every probable starter, save
_Martenhurst_, who consequently became "the Field." And what did I say
of the Field? Why, "This year's Derby will be won by one of two. It
will either fall to the Favourite or the Field." Surely this was good
enough to point out No. 3? Cheques from grateful backers may be sent
to 85, Fleet Street, addressed to THE ODD MAN OUT.
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SAM WELLER ON "THE MELINITE DISCLOSURES."--"This here's the bold
Tur_pin_."
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