Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1860-02-25

AN HPISTLE.

From the Paine.ville Press
AN EPIsTLE.
ADDRESSED To HONEST PEOPLE, But DEDICATED
THE DouGnrAcEs AT COLUMBUS.
BY DIR MANN.
Sons OF Ohio ! if you are
Aught worthy of the name you bear,
lf honest blood distends your veins,
Or manly thought informs your brains,
If honor in your hearts hath place,
And scoru of all that's mean and base,
If selfrespect and decent pride,
And conscious worth your feelings guide.
If, more than these, the immortal strife
The vast concerns Of endless life
If these, or ausht f these, you know,
Read and digest the truths show.
Near whore our southern border lies,
Kentucky's rugged hills arise.
There slavery holds its black domain,
With scourging whip and CALLING chain.
No noble thought, nor purpose fair,
Nor moral worth can flourish there.
There british ignorance frames the lave.
And coward rufians win applause.
There Incidence degrades the race,
And sensual sots have highest place.
The iDfamy by others deemed
Is there as cnIvA.RY esteemed.
Their heroes do the assassin's deed,
Their saints be.ieve the robbers creed,
Their government and men of state
Are only in their vices great.
And truth and virtues sole reward
Is tar and feathers, Or the cord.
Now mark, ye men of manly aim,
Who prize OhiD's hpnored name,
Ye men who ply the useful trade.
Or delve the soil with bar and spade,
Or Ger your lakes and rivers wids
Your richly freighted VENTURES guide;
And vaunt your boast sublimely true
Your labor is your honor too
For industry hath highest claim
To honor, diguity and fame,
While Hotest scorn should scott tho knave,
The robber of the helpless slaye.)
Mark now, while l. with bitter shame,
And burning SCORE, your fall proclaim,
Your trust betrayed, your name disgraced,
Your honor solled. your pride debased,
Your servants-paid your work to do,
And guard your purse and honor too
Strike hands with that degraded race.
Prove pauderers. snobs, and hunkies base;
Poor dwelling toadies void Of shame,
They court dishopor in your name,
Squander on slavery's suts your pence,
Purchase disgrace at your expense.
And with sthseless, worthless, crew.
De6le themselves and swndle you.
For see From the Kentucky shore,
Whence now that crew of jewellers pour;
Your friends, Oaio's woIthiest sons
And daughters and their little ones,
Driven from their homes and harvest gains,
The slender wealth Of toilsome pains,
Driven forth, defenteless, poor and weak,
Decreyil age, and childhood meek,
Forth in Decrmber's cheerless sky
No friend 10 aid, no refuge nigh
But Him who hears the ravens cry
DTNeu ny tudt sdule spawn
Uu VII Jm your base-souled servants fawp;
With whom their gluttonous maws they fill,
Gurge Meats and wines, us hogs gorge swifl,
And tax your farms to pay the bill!
Where base Assembly, where for shame,
We're you when those poor exiles came
" here were your meats and costly wine,
For which you stole the peoples coinT
The humblest exile Of that band
Deserved more honor at your hand
Than all the spawn Of slaVety's land;
Aud had you stolen the cash Tor them,
You might have passed ior honest men.
Now. till your just deserts you get,
Ono owes you one tar debt,
I'LL, 20 Columbus sent once more,
Not to see State House, as before,
You, in the striped garb arrayed,
Are made " learu sumo huuest trade.
For me. though hate of southern wrong
Beats in my bosom deep and strong,
Yet to the Northern doughtace crew
feel tenfuld SCORE is due.
Black as the tyraut's soul is dyed.
lie whitens by the traitors SIDE!