WHAT'S IN A NAME?
["At the World's Fair, in Chicago, the other day, the Rev. John Jameson,
of Virginia, smashed a stand containing an exhibit of Irish Whiskey.">[
What's this? Am I dreaming? I fancy I am:
But no—it is printed without any flam.
"The Reverend gentleman stood by the stand,
With a hickory cudgel upraised in his hand.
Then, with fury and fire in his clerical eye,
This temperate priest on the bottles let fly."
Oh, the waste of good liquor; to think there should be
A man who with whiskey would dare to make free;
And to think—which but adds to the sin and the shame—
That the spoiler of whiskey should own such a name.
One might sooner expect that some learned Q. C.
Should abjure what he lives by, and welcomes—a fee;
That a judge should break laws, or a gaoler break chains,
Or a "guinea-pig" turn in disgust from his gains;
That a bookie should preach, or a bishop should bet,
That a slave of the Season should break etiquette;
A landlord proclaim his dislike of his rent,
Sleek Moses protest against eighty per cent;
That a priest should cast doubts on a stole or a cope,
Or Pe*rs hint a fault in the worth of his soap.
Such sights would be strange, but they cannot compare
With the sight that was seen t'other day at the Fair,
When John Jameson smashed (or the newspapers fib it)
With his hickory cudgel a whiskey-exhibit.