THE ONLY PURE MAN.

New Zealand Times, Volume LVIII, Issue 2851, 20 June 1896, Page 1 (Supplement)

THE ONLY PURE MAN.

Tho olevor versos, " The Higher Individual ” published in tho Times supplement last week, have caused considerable amusement. In similar vein are another set of rhymes entitled “The Only Pure Man," sent us by G.A.S. THE ONLY PUKE MAN. Dedicated to Sib Purity Stout, Many politicians sometimes Bchemej|for pell and place, Many politicians sometimes ace in sore 'dia grace, Many politicians sometimes do a thing fchat’i mean, But, loud lot us shout, there’s Stout— his hands are always clean. He never bought a railway to oblige a equal* ting friend, Ho never bought a building site to suit hit private end, He never talks, but always acts; hie word is good and sure; We hear him state, early and late : My deeds are always pure/ He did not grant the public land to foreign syndicate ; His name spells Purity, as all his life docs indicate ; Ho never book a fee from Boss or Bank, nor title from tho Queen ; A righteous man, deny who can, his hands are always clean.

Qo never helped the rich man, bis care Is for the poor, He used to keep two Chin Hes, but never any more. Most public men are low and bad, not pleasant to endure, How quaint, Stout is the only saint, his acts are always pure ,

He doss not sit upon a rail, seek office, cuss or rat. Consistent ? Yes ! Not vain a bit, this titled democrat. He always smiles up in the House, he never makes a scene, His heart is true and tender too, his hands are always clean.

He never stumps the country himself to advertise, All things impure and vulgar, ho truly does despise; Be pure, dear friends ! Let’s have the perfect State (Oh people green) Which we can only get, don’t you forgot, from Stout, who’s clean.

He ie the only man to trust with place and power; He wears, ns Steward does, M a blameless life’s white flower.” Why should we longer hesitate, let’s hand the public tin To whom? No doubt, to Robert Stout, the man without a sin J

There was a man in Yankeeland, you may have heard about, The only man who spoke the truth I Stop! have we not Bobbie Stont? Great statesmen both ! Immortal men ! Both never told a lie! Such men are rare and ill to tpare. Alae, they young do die.

And if I became a Showman, ray fortun would be made. I would discard the bearded woman, the kid with double head; I would not show the podgy boy, the fat man and the lean, I would trot out Sir Purify Stout, the Only man-who's clean. Then let us pray ! and love this man, come all our ills to cure, This perfect saint, so holy, so noble, brave, and pure! Shall only pure men rule us, like Stout, men of decorum? To be sure, by all that's pure, if we can raise a quorum! G.A.S.