The star of the north. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1849-1866, 1851-05-22
a Rough Rrne on a Run Matter.

A Rough RYme on a Run Matter.
BY THE AUTHOR or aALTos IocKrn
sssThe merry brown. hsres came leaping
Over the eAss! 2 ses % h.''i &. ,.,..n;,u
UndsF ne moonlight still.
aLcap,ng late and early,
Till under their bite and their tread
The swedes. ard the wheat, and the barley
Lay cankered, AMI trampled, and dead.
IA poachers widow eat signing
On the side Of the white chalk bank,
Where under the gloomy fif-woods
One spot in the ley throvs rank.
sShe watched long tuft of clover,
Where rabbit or hare never ran;
For lis black seut hanim covered over
The blood OF murdered man.
nShe thought of the dark Plantation,
And the hares, and her husbands blood
And the voice OF her Indignation
Rose up to, the throne Of god.
~ am long pas, waiting and whining
have wept too much in my life;
I've had twenty years of pining
As an English iahcrer's wife.
ga laborer in Christian England,
Where they cant OF a Saviour's name,
And vel waste meas lives, like the vef-
Trims
For few more brace Of game.
tsThere's blood on jour new foreign shrubs
(sqnire;
There is blood OH yonr pointers ieet;
There isblood on the game you sch squire,
And there's blood on the game you eat.
aYou have sold ihe laboring man, squire,
Body and soul 10 shame,
To pay for your seat in the House, squire,
And to pay for the feed of your game.
"You made him roacher yourself, squire
When sou 4 Eive snei.haE work nor meat
And your bssls1 e. l'1rss ssebsd ne ,.!' gar
A,our starving shIhlrea'z feel;
.'when packed in one reekins chamber,
Man, maid, mother, and little ones lay
While the rain patiered in on the roitlns
[bride.bed,
And the walls lei in the day;
HWhen we lay in the burning fever
On thc mud oi the cold clay floor,
Till you parted US all for three months,
Esquire,
Al the cursed workhouse-door.
1--WE quarolled like brutes, and who won
[ders!
What self-respect could we keep,
Worse housed than your hacks and your
[pointe.s.
Worse fed than your Aoss and your sheep.
Hour daughters with base-cosn babes
Have wandered away in their shame;
Il your misses had slept where they did,
Your misses might do the same.
"can your lady patch hearts that are
Ibreaking
With handfuis of coal and rice,
Or by dealing cat flannel and shee.ing
A little beiew cost pricee
aYou may tire Of The Jail and the wcrkhouse
And take to ailotments aud schools,
Bu, yeu 've run up debt that win never
Be repaid Us BY penny ciub-ruies.
'qn the season of shame and Sadness
In the dark and dreary day,
When scrofuIa, goiit and madness
Are eating your race away;
@vhen TO Kennels and liyeried vahe,s
You have cast your daughlers' bread,
And worn out wilE liquor and harlots,
Your heir at your feet lies dead.
"when your youngest the mealy .mouihed
R frectoL
Lets yonr soul rot asleep 10 the grave;
youswiil find IN your God the Protector
OF the freeman you faIe;ea your slaye.
asAe looked nj the .suii Of clover,
And wepl till her heart grew light;
And ct last, when her paesion was over,
Went wandering into the night.
s.But ;hs merry brown hares came leapine
Over The uplands still,
Where the clover and corn lay sleeping
On the side Of tho white chalk hill.
Such items as the following, from the Eng.
Iish papers, speak volumes
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