Herald of the times. [volume] (Newport, R.I.) 1849-1856, 1855-04-26

And the poor and trembling culprts,
Like to Banquo in Macbeth,
Deprived Of that best privilege
To die a natural death.
Blu, the mudled drum was sounding.
And the Col. slow advanced,
AS though between his trembling knees
A ripping war-steci pranced;
A blood stained sabre in his hands,
lie waved above his head,
And shouted. "forward first platoon -
Pop goes the WeasIe dead.
With strict idea of discipline,
Hs held their lives a naughi,--
One might have thought the cruel man
The CARR Of Juggernaut.
Each was clai in dirty sackcloth,
And had ashcs in his eyes,
From which his spirit, PhenM.like,
Most probably would rise
So that the ashes and the tears combined
Wonld manufacture iyr--s.
The grand nigh-ass arises,
Thus spake he well aud true,
"You'vc kicked our ticket overheard,
New kick the bucket too"
"Slercy, mercy, great Sanhedrim,
And before our souls release
Some religion would be welcome,
Send, oh, send holy Priest"
"Not nary Priest, yc rebels.
No mercy will we show,
But straight to the Intervals
Like sheep going over stone
wall, you shall all go.
You betrayed your country's b,nner,
The stars aud stripes aud SAM,
And As to your repentance,
Why we doesn't care a - 6g
Mr.. Col Of Artillery,
Charge bagoncts in the rear
Prisoners poked on as by sharp sticks,
Approach with faith aud fear"
An then upr ose a prisoner,
And thus in truth bcgm,--
"rhrre is Il mermaid lurking round
With visage like to man;
Below his waist Goldfish tail,
Extends full hall n span,-
A breast-pl,te Outright brass he wears
Excel it ye who cam
lie says ihitwe shall not be hung,
'Tis 'gaiaa The Consttuhon,-
Ifhc was here he'd block your game,
Aud raise revelation.
lie says that cannons shant be fired
'p,, ,.,- NVn,,i M,,,,s, h,.c
Because twill shake Block Islands shore,
Aud scare he people of.
Outspake Il Fourth Ward veteran,
In accents strong and true,
"Bt,st your Col. and your bagonets,
Aud your great Sanhedrim too
Go to grass with all you swearing,
Your cabaIs and your vows,
Pm native born down in the Fourth
And loves TO kick up rows"
But they choked him with cabbage,
A cabbage great and round,
Contributed by Joscph's hand,
Worth full three cents pound.
Amid the wild confusion,
The great Iiigh-ass upspoke,
As mid the little bushes
Roars the night-wind in the oak,-
"Mr Hdngman, do your duty,
Hang the tall man, swing him frst,-
Now hoist all hoist together,
Haul him up, or shall burst"
Then there was n solemn silence,
AS when the night.winds die,
Then shout Of awful moment,
Aud WHIsKEY was the cry.
light upon his visage spread,
And fired his glazing eye,
With dying hand and solemn oath,
lie shook piece Of cotton cloth,
Aud shouted WHIsKEY A! too.
Charge, Joseph, charge,
On Thomas, on,
Were his last words,
And he was a gone-cr only he wasn't.
Meanwhile the row increased apace,
A nj louder shrieks for aid,
Aroused in all his dignity,
A IN an with his cockade -
al own the entirc county,
Aud the State House that il mine,
The Jail I hold in nansitu.
My posse is behind.
have "A sword, a bloodless blade,
Tha, never has been spat.on,
The same that Captain Thomas gave
To the Illusuious Patton"
A man OF war with goodly guns,
Zach traitor now turns ale,
am put you in my boarding house,
cay, I own the jail"
Then spake again the grand lIigh-ass.-
"Beyond your power they be-
Our Filth Ward CLARK has spoken it,
show them no CURrrs-ey.
Ileave ahoy, now hsave 50 chcerly,"--
Bu, all their strength was found
E.dircly inefTectual,-
llis legs rorid touch the ground.
Aud then uprose n mighty shout,
An awful battle yell,
And then oommonceda gen'ral row,
Go in aud win, pell, NEIL
rhe great IIigh-ass was hstteued out,
The traitors bunged he eye,