The national era. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1847-1860, 1852-05-27

nOunced these men, that do not scruple TO be
Of the negro slaves, and then in other place
uphold negro slavery. He will not have tn
cause of Freedom disgraced by degrading hei
in appearance, to a sort Of begging impostor.
Very respectfully, yours, A. c.
FREILIGRATHs NEW POEM
You say, the muse must spur for rapid flights,
Her Pegasus-nor longer tarry idling,
Till at your door the winged steed alights
The truAnt, as 1 own, has long stood siding.
Alas Dear friend and editor" as writes
RHgs to Heinz,* for saddling and for bridlng
Although uneOnquered yet the way-worn horse H.
Sad times these latter are for gallant courses.
Plainly to speak--the deeds have reached your ear
When nightmare Bonaparto Paris pressed
The worthy now counts Emperors his peers
And tho Messiah of the waiting West,
The crimson May, bis merconary spears
Have murdered in its mothers painting breast
Expect no song from me at such time
Deeds, and not words, avenge UNPUBLISHED crime
At least song of bold prophetic strain.
Such as | raised, forOboding 'forty-oght-.
Ay cen in fortysix, again
Red-handed plucked down dospotic state
Nor such | commenced with warning vain,
When conquering peoples stood with joy elatc,
Timing their march to epic cold and stern,
Foretelling the reactions sure return
Albeit as then 81 now baf,re NV evas
When seated silent in my study late
Full many visions of the future rise
As the dull smoke mounts circng from the crate ;
The household prito peers through with curious eyes
And whispers itful words of coming fate
But think not that on these my limos shall halt;
In times so strange, cen bards may be at fault
And confess it, therein am vain
should not like to prophecy awrong
Or strip the prophet laurelcrOwn of pain
From off my brows, by erring in my song
I'm not like those who cross the Western main,
With sword, and begging box and parley long,
& en- at the negroes huts thoir cents to win,
And say, " tomorrow, brothers, we begin.
We "HI-We cnn-ny. February dawn
why wait till May p may see our host appear,
Once more renewing that immortal morn --
VI France. in this commemorative year.
But--the wars sinews as yet unborn.
fcs-0itizens, friends brothCrs-one things clear
Dollars alone the revolution make!
How many German notes dye please to tako2
We'll guarantiod-though by no public powers
Our nation gave us right these loans to raise, sir
But the good soul must needs IN coming hours
Aceede to all we do without delays, sir:
For ours will DO the revouton-ours!
Made for our special benefit and praise, sir
Because you know, as nobody denies,
We led the last so boldly and so wise
Each post, and place, and pension, is allotted,
Fratemally among ns. Take our word
Nought lacks, except for you to ope your pockets;
The man who gives his dollar draws his sword
It's just as good rs If legion stirred
1t makes us feel like warriors when we've got it;
The gvor too becomes n saint and horo,
And even his old sins shall sink to zero"
o! TetIel Totzel think not to upset
The foes Of Freedom with your paper flags
No throne by begging has boon shattered yet,
No revolution dressed in money bags
Proud Freedom scorns the mean, rapacious set
Who'd clothc her in the loman's venal rugs
From door to door you'd make her walk and wait
Still in her hand the accustomed begging plate
Such is the goddess not, whom VIC adore
She lies, bound victim in the blood-sta dsst
She writhos upon tho galIey's rottng floor;
She gnaws, from cankering chains, corrodng rust
Upon her limbs she bears the CALLING sore;
Upon her breast the cash and stab and thrust
And she tell you-calmly, too believe
How burns thy sun, Cayenne and Nukahive!t
She roams an oxilo-wrathful, mute, and lorn
Nor praise she panders to, nor censure fears;
And from hor brow she takes not thorn by thorn
To coin them into dollars, cents, and cheers
Her griels are not q stroamot meadow born
BY which she stands, Narcissus- like and peers
Her toilet varying, as the case requires
To suit peers, peasants, shop keepers and s,uires
XII
You never hear her. with melodous whine,
Wall over the republics" messy urn;
Bat quietly she waits the fated time
Thon hon-like she rises, dread and stern
And dashng through the tyrants chartered crime.
That which he took from hcr rotakes In turn;
And on she speeds, with wounded bleeding feet.
Nor strong through Aattery, nor for dollars aeet
Huge Is ono OF those eonfoundod philosophical
genos Germany is so Astounding in.
The famous traficker in indulgenees in tho tim
of Luther. Indulgences were little bits of pape,
which the Popes emssary sold for the remission /
sins ~. Peters, at Rome was built out of tho prt
ceeds.
The two principal ponal settlements to which IN
French democracy has been transported by the A,
sembly and by Louis Napoleon.