["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—