Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1851-03-22
From the Glasgow Sentinel.
DaShts at Iniquiiy.
M LUKE THE LABoRKR.

| III LUKE THE LABOnkh
! BryrvoIrxcR.-IIi Grace the Duke Of Ham.
ilton has Just caused to be distributed the usual
donation from the palace, of butcher-meet and
I oatmeal, to upwards of 500 individuals and
heads of families in tho town Of Hamilton
Giasgop paper.
God pity tho poor and preserve the good Duke,
Who sent back the crumbs Of the loaves which
he took
From hcdgcrs and ditchers, those ignorant clods
Whose spoil gilds the walls Of his royal abodes.
Our great Exhibition will show to the earth
The genius of labor as well as its worth;
But nothing will stand in that emporium grand,
That rank can say came from that protiigate
hand
God pity the poor who, like skeletons, pine
BY the side of his Grace, full of dainties and
wine,
| All drawn from the toilcrs upon his estate
YOU may reckon him mean, but not certainly
blatc.
Every Aowerct, they say, has its own drop Of
dew,
| OF station this prccept has never been true:
Every pulse Of its heart is sustained in its glow
/ By sweat from the laborcr's sorrowlul brow
God pity the poor let the poor thank the Peer,
Whose oat meal advertisement reads rather queer;
The poor 70 ks are feasted on what is their own,
And the Duke claims the praise for the charity
done.
Admiration in bushels may fall on his head,
When he gives the down-troddcn holiday feed
How few take the trouble an hour to inquire
Why workmen want dinner, or clothing, or fire
Industrious poor What puzzle To mo
To make those two jarring fag-ends well agree
Industrious poor If they waste what they
gain,
They are not industrious, my doctrine is plain.
Industrious poor But they really are poor
Then some Swindlehurst brought the curse to
the door;
The provident man, If no knavc interfere,
Will never want freedom, nor comfort, nor
cheer.
Benevolcncc small is the Bcdlamite's sense,
Who wants us TO swallow that stark insolcnce
Bcnevoencc! stealing your log. if we must,
And giving the owner the precious saw-dust!
Bcncvolence ! nothing on earth can surpass
This Hamilton kindness for bascncss and brass
The weakest must feel it glaring msdccd
To pilfor their acres, and pay them with bread |
Bcncvolence Well, it is much, to be sure,
To see his Grace drawing so close to the poor;
What lesson for thousands in times that ara by |
Had Dukes kept their fingers moro out of the |
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Position is something, like Joscph's one shcaf,
All else must bend down to the dust in their |
grief
Swallow up swallow up it procluims night
and day,
Swallow up swallow every thing comes in the
wayl
The patches OF ground that for ages have stood,
To do the poor peasants q world of good,
BY the rim Of tho river. few PAGES square,
| With modern improvements, no longer are there.
Every acre NJ Adam has left TO bear fruit
Belongs to the palace, or abbey, no doubts
And millions that Heaven ordained for the soil,
Have not an inch left for existence the while
Down, down with the rabble-yes. farther down
still
Drive, drive them from woodland, and valley,
and hill
Shut, shut them all out from the summer and
spring,
They must not smell flowers, nor hear warblcrs
sing.
The sunshine is sweet, and the blossoms are fair,
But rank must possess these delights every
where;
Give poor people cellars, where light will not
To show them tho horrors that tenant their
homel
Not cnrt-loads OF meal, no, nor thousands Of
loavcs,
Shall bribe me to puff up customer loathe /;
II the gift has been piltercd I'll spit OH the boon,
And call the vile donor villanous loon
Give back our inheritance give us our land
And clbow-room fit for the bee-hive to stand;
Then Labor will rise on its pinions of power.
And wither'd stems bloom like jcssamino
flower.
Petitions for bread let US strongly despisc,
A mendicant's wall is not Scottish nor wise;
Let us seek independence in trouble and strife
That peril of manhood-that jewel of life.
AS mate for our Thistle-our Thistle so grand
This virtue must bloom in our dear father land +;
Till every lone nook shall partake of its cheer,
And pauper relief, like curse, disappear
QUEsTIoNINs CANDIDATEs.-A late num-
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