Ashtabula weekly telegraph. [volume] (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1853-1873, 1859-03-26

rrom she Nov yort indsrsndsnt
Who would not be in Sayonnah 70 day
Oaf by ibe racs-C -Course--there Is the play
T'raecdies Comedies, all together
Shaking hands in the wild March weather.
There are hundreds Of actors, the programs tell,
And some az each scene are to soy farewell;
Trust me, twill be marvellous play,
For this Is Pierce Buffers BENEFIT day.
Mark them. Sec with what eeger eyes
They watch and wait till the curtain rise
Some from the rice.Helds broad and green
That stretch The Swamp and the shore between,
Ard some from ST. Simou's Isle thet lies
a lengee away where the land breeze dies;
ST Simon's Isle where the sea-waye flows
And the foirest and finest cotton grows
Parents aud children. every one,
Have toiled for others since life begun
Bnt then, each man nt bis cabin door
Could sit in peace when bis work was DER,
And the same roof covered them oil, tho slaves,
And the same moon rose on their fathers graves,
And they laughed and sung aud hoped to rest
One day in the soil which their young feet prest.
What docs il mean that they tremble here
Waiting the call Of the auctioueer
Scanned and handled and led about
AS il they we're bruies at a market rout ?
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Their masters funds were about to fail;
Mister Pierce Butler has debts to pay
And this, good friends is the only way,
Generous souls For his lordly sake
They ought to be willing their hearts shod break,
And rejoice TO be anywhere, anyhow sold
To ill his Golfers with needful gold
For what is the grief Of such as these
Compared to a geutlemap's moneyed ease
And them when the little arrangements made,
And be feels quite sure twas gaining trade,
He'll give them dollar that will heal
Every sorrow slave can feel
Scores for the master aud one for his tool
Thus he'll follow the Golden Rule
That reads ITO Others Ill do what see
viii bring the most money to mine aud me :
Eleven o'clock and the sale begins
Now the best man is the man who wins
Hand and brain at the lowest price
For bis fields Of cotton and cane and rice
Buyers are there from the far Southwest
10 the Georgian isles on the oceans breast,
And from Fl0riday jungles gay with vines
North to the woods OF the Carones;
And higher and higher the bidding goes,
And wilder without the March wind blows,
As one and another faint with fear,
Are led TO the block their doom to hear.
There is Esba with children and wife
" now d0AlOuSiy WdtCnlD8 tue StIhc
A mild-iaced man in the crowd they spy
Can he not, will he not all of them buy
And he weeps and pleads, but the man denies
For he sees where a closer bargain lies,
And their courage sinks their tears come FAST
But what of this When the sale is past
They'll have dollar ! and that will heal
Every sorrow a slave can feel-&c.
The wind blew strong and the rain was cold
And Daphney's babe was but two weeks old,
and 10 guard them both from the driving storm
A shawl was over her trembling form =
@Of with il 2" "What is the matter 2" they shout,
And the jest and the oath are passed about,
And she droops and shivers and wonders why
1t was not hers and her childs to die.
Bot what Of this When the sale is done
And the papers are signed aud the profits won,
She'll have dollar aud that will heal
Every sorrow slave can Ceel--&c.
Jeffrey has neither father nor mother,
Bot Jeffrey aud Dorcas love each other
With love that never can change or fail,
And he tells his master the simple tale,
Ard begs him to buy with earnest lone
But Dorcas cannot be sold alone -
He goes to the swamp lands, drearily parted
And she to the cottoD-felds broken hearted
But what of this Tis a trifing thing
Did they not excellent prices bring
Give them dollar that will heal
Every sorrow a slave can feel-&c.
Sadly they follow them, one and ALL
Till none are left 10 the farthest STALL
The play is over, the farewells said,
The curtain dropped and the actors fed
And the stars shine out and the breeze goes by
Sweet with the bloom of the frui;-trees nigh.
A hundred cabins are dark and still,
And the wind and the moonlight may work
their will
For those who sat By the open door
Will never return to its shelter more
Bot this is nothing-their master paid
For all the ruin and wreck he made -
Each had dollar and that will heal
Every soFrow slave can feel-&c.
God of the Weak and the Poor how long
Shall their cries be drowned in the Vietor's song
Aud body and brain and heart be sold
For the white mans ease the white mans gold!
Mast thea not heard them Dest thou not say
There shall come at the last a grander play
When thy searching eye shall the actors see,
And Love the coin of the realm shall be
Woe TO those who We but gold that day
When the vengeance is thine q tnou wilt repay