Twas a Venerable Person, whom I met one Sunday morning, All appareled as a prophet of a melancholy sect; And in a Jeremiad of objurgatory warning He lifted up his jodel to the following effect: O ye sanguinary statesmen, intermit your verbal tussles! O ye editors and orators, consent to hear my lay! Rest a little while the digital and maxillary muscles And attend to what a Venerable Person has to say. Cease your writing, cease your shouting, cease your wild unearthly lying; Cease to bandy such expressions as are never, never found In the letter of a lover; cease exposing and replying Let there be abated fury and a decrement of sound. For to-morrow will be Monday and the fifth day of November- Only day of opportunity before the final rush. Carpe diem! go conciliate each person whos a member Of the other party-do so while you can without a blush. .......... Ambrose Bierce, At The Close Of The Canvass
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