Ode to the Ministerial Poet by the Workers.

Evening Post, Volume L, Issue 48, 24 August 1895, Page 3

Ode to the Ministerial Poet by the Workers.

Oh, thon, whoEe penetrative wisdom fonnd Belief for labour whioh by wealth was ground In pilei of tAots by which yon made it plain That WE who earned th' employers' gain Should have our share, and easy times as well, Fart of the profits, each man be a swell — No wonder you ua caught by gaudy schemes ; Even you must own yonr fads were dreams. Our credit's gone— all enterprise is dead. The tin is youra 11 — we hurl it at your head. Yon prated as the Prophet of the masses j You wore the fraud, and we the asseß. Befoke stock-taking, whioh takes place in a few days, I shall offer the following extraordinary bargains :— Ladies' last season's three-quarter jackets, worth 19s 6d, for 2s lid, 25s for Ss lid ; a few lined oloaks, 37s 6d for 10s Gd ; ladies' skirts, 3a 6d for Is 6d ; a few real bear boas, 60s for 355 ; a few dressing gowns, 12s 9d for 7s lid : an odd lot of corsets, worth 4a 6d to 6s 6d, for 2s lid ; balance of French pattern bonnets, worth 17s 6d to 255, for 3s lid, 5s lid ; untrimmed felt hats, good shapes, Id each, at C. Smith's, the Cash Draper, Cuba-street. — Adtt. tor continuation q; reantng matter teejourth paq».