Weekly North Carolina standard. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1850-1858, 1856-03-26

For the Standard.
The Pig slaughter has begun. The screams of the
poor wcakngs, struggling for life, heard all over
our City. They are condemned and executed nm
heard. In olden and better times, taxation with.
out representation" was deemed to be rank TYRANNY
Now, our City Fathers have not only taxed unfeel-
ingy and unconstitutionally, but they sit smiling
in their arm.chairs at the wild shrekings of their
unhappy victims doomed to taxation and certain
death before they have spent two little in this
subunary world. One was killed at our very door
yesterday. Poor fellow l-he had lost his dear little
corkscrew of TAIL during the frosts but it was all
right again IN that part, and he was happy in the
thought that many bright summer days were before
him. Poor bob-ta was surely in error-lttle dream
ed he of the Ordinance be enforced on the lst of
April, dooing him and his tribe at the unripe age
OF two enthusiastically to taxation-colateray
but surely to death. His infante cries-bis dis.
tressed mothers aGony-the sympathy of his poor
sorrowng sister, and the big tear standing in the
eye OF the disconsolate young African, who had fed
him and nursed him, and poultced the place where
a tail had been, and looked upon him almost as a
brother-Oh, it was too bad! Don't tax the young
pigs Messrs City Commissioners!-it is sure death
Give them at least short year-,ill the first of
April next year. They will then have seen one of
the genial springs of our sunny South-one glorious
summer gorgeous with its howers-one autumn
teeming with fruits and the cereals, SO luscious to
matured swnehood. Let them luxurate until about
Christmas in all the bounties of the land until they
like Jeshurum shall have "waxed fat, " and then
peradventure-having fully tasted the blessings of
hfe-they may be willing to die. But. oh, not now
NOT in the soft and tender days of pighood, before
sixty suns have rolled over their innocent heads
But let the pigs speak for themselves.
O'WHACK PADDY.
The Humble Petition g? our city Pigs against 7sato and
AHrder,-Addr.'sed 70 the City Falters
Fathers spare this child,
Oh do not butchers bel
Beneath the waters wldI
lou Fathers sunk the tea
The tax they would not pay
Ought not on us TO be-
Unrepresented they
Cnre.,resened we.
No friend of better davs
To plead our righteous cause;
To mitigate the laws.
Fathers! the power We have
To slsy us If We will
OH use that power to save!
To tax US, is-to kill !!
How sad our mothers moan,
When icy fetters bound usl
Ere two young moons have thrown
Their mellow light around u.s.
With joyous life before us
Enchanting every eye;
And Spring just budding DER us,
BY heayens!-we cannot die!
Fathersl we pray BY Itters
Save save Us from the knife
We shudder as il glitters-
We supplicase for life.
We are too young to die yet,
Our sins We deeply feel
Well study to be quiet;
Well neither grunt squesl.
Tax loafers, fddlers, fops,
OF every breed and nation
And sinking whiskey shops,
Fit subjects for taxation:
Tax geese and ducks and duckIines
Brahmas, Shanshais, and hoghood
But spare US, tender sucklngsi
Pray let US grow to hoghoodi
Well strike a comp-dear Fathers!
We not fit for Heaven
To pay the tax we'd rather,
In April 6fty.seven
Then Father'si gle g your paw,
In spite of wind and weather,
Well meet you all in the City Hall,
And be April-Fools together.