xt7qjq0stw34_4004 https://exploreuk.uky.edu/dips/xt7qjq0stw34/data/mets.xml https://exploreuk.uky.edu/dips/xt7qjq0stw34/data/1997ms474.dao.xml unknown archival material 1997ms474 English University of Kentucky The physical rights to the materials in this collection are held by the University of Kentucky Special Collections Research Center.  Contact the Special Collections Research Center for information regarding rights and use of this collection. W. Hugh Peal manuscript collection Typescript poem about George Francis Train by E. Pluribus Unum, Another Sensation, Wall Street in Tears, Train vs. Train, or the Prophet's Lament text 43.94 Cubic Feet 86 boxes, 4 oversize boxes, 22 items Poor-Good Peal accession no. 11453. Typescript poem about George Francis Train by E. Pluribus Unum, Another Sensation, Wall Street in Tears, Train vs. Train, or the Prophet's Lament 2017 https://exploreuk.uky.edu/dips/xt7qjq0stw34/data/1997ms474/Box_39/Folder_55/Multipage13647.pdf undated section false xt7qjq0stw34_4004 xt7qjq0stw34 ANOTHER. SEN§ATION.
WALL STREET IN TEARS-

Truiu vs. Train, or the Prophet)!» Lament.

BY E. PLUEIBUS UNUM.

The Scriptures inform us that u prophet at home

Is left without honor, and therefore must roam,

So to seek reputation I wandered away,

And swung round the circle to Australia.

Thence coming to London, as the circle I spanned,

To see if the Cockneys would swallow my trams.

There I found them all H’s, without any 1‘s,

So I left them ior Boston. and thought I was wise;

The war was progressing like a snail on its back,

For the way Lo sulvntiun our generals then looked;

Then said I to myself greet honors I’ll gain

Should I pick up McClellan to run on my train.

Then I tried at Chicago this nation to save,

But that copperhead platform came so near being
my grave

That I hied to Nebraska, my bacon to save,

Where a Senator‘s oihcc I sought to obtain;

But the people there thought I was slightly vain.

Next I'tried reconstruction at Follydelpho,

Where I tickled the monkeys at Andy‘s big show;

There each month were a padlock, each eye shed s
tear.

And copperhecd Yankees were crouching with fear.

But that proved a. failure. as every one knows,

So I came to the gold room, that place of pest woe,

Where many a. fortune has melted like snow.

And where once I was cuchrcd by bearing too soon,

If you do not believe me, just ask old Pepoon.

I talked there of millions, as if they were tons,

And spouted on politics, religion, and guns ;

I proved that the banks could not stand a rush
long,

And that Radical Congressman, all should be hung;

I demolished Old England, proud France was no

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And Prussia. and Russia. lay dead on the floor.

But the ohjectI aimed at, was the price to advance,

As, that ii’ accomplished, would furnish the
stamps;

Thus, I tried hard to bull it, but still it don’t rise,

As no one believed, my lugubrious cries ;

For the Ends only snicksred, and the Copperhesds
seowled,

And one good Union member his tongue could not
hould.

Some thought I was foolish, some thought I was
cracked,

And some said this train had been thrown from
the track.

I! the truth must be told, by slipping the cat,

The bulls tried this gums, to spring a nice trap ;

But the bears ever ready, such games to combat,

Could not be deceived, for they smelt a big rat.

And now Kine of Bashan, as this effort proved vein,

When you want to bull geld, don’t invite me again ;

For my speeches are hollow and my head’s very
vain,

And my name, you all know it, is George Francis
Train.

My mind thus relieved, oI-the Nation’s distress,

I hastened to notice myself in the press ;

'l‘lic bulls being too mean, a reportor to furnish,

I took up my pen, my effusion to burnish :

Some things were left out, many more were put in

And a. hit at, a member, to make him look green.

Barenthescs plenty I there did display

01‘ (sensation) and (laughter) and (cheering)
hooray ;

And as birds of a feather, each other caress,

I carted my dirt to the Evening Empress ;

The World’s full of sympathy, for rebellion, that’s
quashed,

And it, too, must plead guilty, for printing such ,
trash ;

Boys, “ the Union for ever,” your motto should be,

While E Pluribus Unum is alone left for me.