The Sun.
London, England, 1857-09-10 00:00:00

LIBERAF/MUS ANIMAM.

(Prom Punch.)
Who pules about mercy? The agonised wail
Of babies hewn piecemeal yet sickens the air,
And echoes still shudder that caught on the gale
The mother's, the maiden's, wild scream of despair.
Who pules about mercy ? That word may be said
When steel, red and sated, perforcq must retire,
And for every soft hair of each dearly loved bead
A cord has despatched a foul fiend to hell-fire.
The Avengers are marching—fierce eyes in a glow;
Too vengeful for curses are lips locked like those ;
But hearts hold two prayers—to come up with the foe,
And to hear the proud blast that gives signal to close.
And woe to the hell-hounds ! Right well may they fear
A vengeance—ay, darker than war ever knew,
When Englishmen, charging, exchange the old cheer,
For "Remember the women an 1 babes whomthey slew.
Who slanders our brave ones ? What puling again ?
Yon " fear for the helpless when left as a prey ;
Should the females, the innocent chidren, be slain,
Or outraged —." Away with your slanders, away?
Our swords come for slaughter; they come in the name
Of Justice ; and sternly their work shall be done ;
And a world, now indignant, behold with acclaim
That hecatomb slain in the face of the sun.
And terrified India shall tell to all time
How Englishmen paid her for murder and lust ;
And stained not their fame with one spot of the crime
That brought the rich splendour of Delhi to dust.
But woe to the hell-hounds ! Their enemies know
Who hath said to the soldier that fights in His name—
,' Thy foot shall be dipped in the blood of thy foe,
And thetongueof thy dogsshall be red through the same."

MISTRUST OF DIE MILITIA.

(Front Punch).

" Come, now, my boys, who'll serve the Queen ?"
The stout Militia Sergeant cried.
" Whoy, all on us ; but how much green
Dust thee zee here, old chap ?,replied
A countryman, and, like a clown,
He pulled one lower eyelid down.
" All that you says is very fine,
I dares say you believes 'tis true,
I should be glad enough to jine ;
But mind, I baint a gwiun to,
Afore 'tis made quite sure to me,
That I be to be kep faith wi'.
" I've heer'd o' men as went abroad ;
Promns'd they woe I wun't say what ;
But when agin this laud they trod,
Ten shilluns was the most they got.
Ten shilluns only was the sum ;
And then they said, ` Be off' to 'am.
" No fear but what thoy made it out
In black and white, all smooth and square,
So much stopped for this here, no doubt ;
And so much owun for that there :
The end on't woe that they wus dun :
Which I don't mane to be, for one.
" Then how about the Transport Corps,
They talks of, and the Army Works,
And I forgets how many mora'
As went to help they blessed Turks?
All them have been sarved, up to now,
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