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

LIBERAVIMUS ANIMAM.

(Front 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 b 3 said
When steel, rod and sated, perforcq must retire,
And for every soft hair of each dearly loved head
A cord has despatched a foul fiend to hell-fire.
The Avengers are marching—fierce eyes in a glow;
Too vengeful fur 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 and babes whom they slew."
Who slanders our brave ones? What, puling again?
You "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 Dalai to dust.
But woe to the hell-hounds ! Their enemies know
Who bath said to the soldier that fights in His name—
" Thy foot shall be dipped in the blood of thy foe,
And the tongue of thydogs shall be red through the same,"

3IISIEUST OF THE MILITIA.

(From 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 zoo here, old chap ? replied
A countryman, ani, 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
baiut a-gwitfn
Afo-re 'tis made quite sure to me,
That I be to be kep faith wi'.
" I've heor'd o' men as went ab:oai ;
Promns'd they woe I won't say what ;
But when agin this land they trod,
Ten shilluns was the most they got.
Tan shill ens only was the sum ;
And then they said, Be off' to 'um.
" No fear but what they 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 more,
As went to help they blessed Turks?
All them have been served, up to now,
Except the Jarman Legion, how?
"If I was sure 'twou'd be all right,
I'd list this moment, ees, and willan ;
But otherways this cock wun't fight,
Nor never trouble thee to drill un.
I'll serve my QUEEN and country„true;
But not if I bain't served so too.

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A SI/immix Onunca LIVING FOR SALE.--.Amongst a
cloud of benefices advertised for sale there is one which
must present unusual attractions for a clergyman who
is not fond of hard work. It is " a sinecure rectory in
the Isle of Wight, the annual amount of the tithe rent-
charge for the last five years being 3501., with 3i acres
of glebe, with two cottages, producing 201. per annum,
the present incumbent in his 58th year. The benefice
thus offered for sale is the rectory of Shorwell, near
Newport, the patron being Lady St. John Mild:nay-
The present rector is the Rev. C. A. St. John Mildmay,
who, in addition to enjoying the sinecure, is vicar of
Burnham, Essex, worth 7001. a year, rector of the po-
pulous county town of Chelmsford, worth 8001. a year,
and a rural dean of the diocese of Rochester.