Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1849-02-02
Pc ETRY.
From the Pennsylvania Freeman.
NUTS TO CRACK.

Pelatiar Fox was sayin'
War and Slavery was a sin,
But his arguments was better,
Than his driven Of en- in;
Pelatinr was a Quaker,
But his " inward light" was dim.
Now, says he, Friends, as a people
oilers was opposed to War,
An their faithful testimonies
They have ever bore.
Peace, says they, is sure and certain,
Worth coHtondin' for.
So-as Zacharish Taylor
Has bin %"conquerin' a peace"
Free to vote Ter him and Fillmore,
They should feel release.
Tho their conscientious scruples
Hadn't ought to cease,
In regard to wars and fghtins;
For there's nothin' worse,
Than this way of pnyin' soldiers,
From the Nations purse;
Quakers wash their hands Of taxes,
Coin for SIGH q curse.
Why they're often tux to prison,
Cause they won't support
Government in raisin' money,
When their funds is short,
Fur the army, nor the navy,
Nor nothin' Of the sort.
Well-admittin', Pelatiar,
Quakers is sincere;
It's raally very inconsistent,
An someihin' rayther queer
That they can vote for Central Taylor
With their conscience clear.
Oh! says he, now Neighbour Brady
We hav'nt any doubt,
About his abstract principles
If he'd only let EN- out!
If he'd not been a General,
We're sure he'd MOI have fout.
An if he wnr'nt a Southerner,
He wouldn't nave the sin
OF Slavery clingin' to his skirts;
Thee sees we can't begin.
To. think Of oil these things, or else
Wed nerer get him inH
We know its wrong abstractedly,
But then we ant refuse,
The slightest evil of the two,
There's nothin' else to choose;
Besides, Cuss amt a Tariff man,
An we'd be sure TO lose,
On c%ottons, sugars an the like;
A cent or two at best,
Is all we're maxim on EN- now,
The markets so depressed.
Why Pelatiar Fox, says ],
thought you Friends purfessed
To clear your skirts of blood, an cay
That Slavery was a curse.
Well-so we do-he says, but then,
The pockets an the purse,
Won't stand these ultra sentiments,
Which makes the matter worse.
You'd better leave the thing alone,
To die a nat'ral death,
Fur, be not righteous over much,
Is what the Scripture saith,
An tryin to put Scripture down,
Is only wastin breth.
That's true, says I, a waxin warm,
But don't the Bible say,
The laburer that works for us,
Is worthy Of his pay?
You whip the devil round the stump,
A talkin' in this way.
An excercisin' time he had,
Poor Neighbor PeIatiar,
To prove I'd set the Bible up.
Above the spirit higher,
An then he sed Friends was'ent born.
To set the world afre
With SIGH incendiary things
As Anti-Slavery tracts,
That raised rebellion and revolt
Among the Southern blacks,
An Providence has fitted EN-
Fur burdens on their backs.
Moreover Friends is all advised,
Both Orthodox and Hickster.
To leave the world alone, an keep
From dwellin' in the mixtur.
guess, says I, the onward lights"
A right convenient fxtur.
Il fairly kindles 10 a blaze,
At dancin' an at dressin,'
But when Friends covct property,
They shouldn't be possessin,'
1t dims SO much, hat Slavery seems
A patriarchal blessin';
An General Taylor's proved to be
So touch'd with Abolition,
That If he thought to set 'em free
Would better their con liii5n,
His Slaves he'd send to Mexico
UPOu a gospel mission.
Oh! Pelatair, where's the use,
OF preachih' an of prayin,'
Purtendin' you're the guidance
ofthe Prince of Peach obsyin.'
Then turnin' round and votiu'
For a very Cain at slayin.
Perhaps its all in keepin with
Your patent orthodoxy,
Your broad phalaciery's of drab,
An outer garments Fo1y,
But | don't bleye in doin up
or Righteousness by proxy.
Er,u, tba Ehr1nntyn