Phenix gazette. [volume] (Alexandria [D.C.]) 1825-1833, 1832-09-20

l curse them as l take their coin.
"Their coinl Great God of Heaven? It's ours;
They stamp il in our sweat;
They task US till our failing powers
Make young meh old, and yet
When at their niggard boards I've stood,
They've grudged to me the price Of blood.
I" l've tried in stubborn pride to steel
My heart 'gainst their control.
But now they've chafed me, and feel
The tiger in my soul.
Back, back hundred fold they'll pay
The years Of mine they've made their prey!
"The Squire has covers many one,
know the pheasants' HAUNT
None who has courage and gun
Need fear the pangs of want.
Huz1a! tits hunger claims her right,
The covers shall be thinn'd to nights
We hope that the following description of the
farmer is not generally correct. though we fear
there are many such individual instances:--
s'This farmer is yeoman bold,
Of the right modern English mould;
To Rector and Squire, with countenance sad,
He says, tithes are heavy and times are bad.
The Rector and Squire at his tale relent
And take off from the tithes and diminish the
rent.
So, no! shouts the farmer, and ginsles his
purse,
The tithes might be hrsher-the times might be
worse,
But the Rector and Squire are couple Of
sages
I'll take sixpence week from my workmen's
wages,
For the indolent rosues are much over-fed-
And I'll buy little Jane piano instead"
The hits at tile Butler and Lady's Maid are
excellent but they must yield in order that We
,"uy a,'i -r-- fe- tho following rnorcean IT,
Doctor described, be it remembered, is the Vii
Iage Rector,
fright, right; although goes'es are always
brittle,
You've hit on the Doctor for once, to title;
pompous and vain. and woefuIlJ weak,
'Twould quite uverpower you, to hear him
speak,
So loud and so long, and SO choice his expires.
No wonder he's Chairman of Quarter Ses-
sions!
Lord, how he thunders-a parson can't swear
If a poor mans suspected OF shooting hare!
And as to bastard!--in horror he's sunk,
For the Doctor himself is as chaste asa
monk.
Yet the Doctors young Cook is not fam'd for
her cooking,
But the neighbouthood hints she is very good
looking.
Martha Green describes the ruin of her fami.
ly. This song is written with great spirit. The
youth is sent to prison for the boyish trick Of
sharing bird, and becomes at length poacher
and murderer:
"They took my children, one BY one, and ground
them to the dust,
They gave them threats instead Of thanks, their
curses and crust.
NV stately James, my pensive boy, SO thought.
full and sedate,
What fault is theirs who stung thy soul and
spurn'd thee into hate!
All, all st once, his nature chans'd-a man Of
savage mood.
A ravening savage-demon.sold-despalrinsly
he stood:
What was his crime they never told, yet after.
wards heard,
He spread net. and caught in it some curious
kind Of bird:
Some silly bird;-they took my James aud bound
him as he slept,
No word he spoke, but scowl'd severe, and
scorn'd me az wePt
My boy, my boy!--Oh, had they not debased his
mind in youth,
How spotless might have been his soul, his Puri.
ty and truth! -. :,
They spurn'd him. starv'd him, mock'd and
jeer'd-he scorn'd to be slave,
And so he died the feon's death, and Hills the
felon's grave
RIO be continued.