The Kenosha telegraph and tribune. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1859-1860, 1860-04-26

Right where the fence the lots divide
His body in, his head outside,
While on his neck five rails dd ride,
And pressed in perfect union.
The Presbyterian church could hold,
A. thousand people young and old
That day the parson never told
Where Sambo was, nor yet unfold
His reasons for a deed so bold
To the brethren of the union.
The congregation there in time,
All took their seats in regular line,
Some dressed so plain and some so fine,
Each one it seemed would fain opt.shine
In dress and in the things divine,
All in this holy union.
Front seats were for the rich and grand,
And all of those who could command
A chaise and six, and had the land
They had a seat close to the stand;
The poor men in a huddle jammed,
And prayed for heavenly union.
The parson found text that day,
From which he laugh that all men may,
Not do as l, but as | say,
And into glory find their way,
Ano live in blissful union.
The parson seemed somewhat cast down,
And looked each way and all around,
But never in the face of one,
But when the services were done,
He took his coach and started home,
And left the bonds of union.
When safe at home he looked all round,
And all was right-but, oh he found,
Old Sambo was not on the ground
Where he had left him safe and sound,
Fast in the fence, and tightly bound
In close and solid union.
ENGAGED, he fought the air, and then
de called each darby from his den,
And with his cane he gave them ten,
And made them tell him how and when
Old Sanbo had got out his pen,
Where he was safe in union
The darkies all were 10th to say,
While on their backs the cane he lay,
One said an angel came that way,
And told Old Sambo not to stay,
"You lie, the angels never play
Their tricks in earthly union"
Old John was man so stout,
Says, Massa, me did let him out"
q Come here, you dog, and hold your snout,
III show you what you've been about"
ut John he began to pout,
And never moved for union
" Go for my son in greatest speed
And whip this negro-make him bleed
The parson says and then, indeed,
Tie son he came in time of need,
And shot old John-a wicked ueed
For holy, christian union.
Then old John was off and sold
For eleven hundred all in gold,
The money placed in Golfers old
The parsons salary raised I'm told
To keep his family safe from cold
And hunger in this union.
Before old John went away,
He oftentimes was heard to say
That he was thrashed and mailed one day,
For taking wheat bread as it lay,
When the whites had done and gone away
From the dining room in union.
Now Mary was the parsons slave,
And work d both day and night to save
The treasures of this santed knave,
Who had nearly all his heart could crave,
But Mary met an early grave,
In her matrimonial union.
a man in town she chanc d to wed,
The slave of one who earned his bread
And got his living, board and bed,
By fees collected from the dead,
But kept his negroes clothed and fed
They lived with him in union,
Mary, like white folks had an heir
Which proved very sad affair,
She had to work, and yet beware
For what her master did not care,
And life was put in great dispair,
BY TIE matrimonial union
Being taken sick, confined to bed,
And could not work and earn her bread,
The white folks raved, and master said:
"Ill cane the jade and struck her head,
Which broke the skull and then he fed
Into his sanctum union.
She languished in her bed of pain,
The doctor came and went again,
But no one knew who was to blame
For her distress, till death it came,
Which did the secret all explain,
And spread all er the union.
Her husband-some would say he lied
He never would the secret hide;
He told it all when Mary died,
That her head was badly scarifed,
And made it easy to decide
How death dissolved the union
The larson sat in easy chair,
Contented with the whole affair,
His only grief was how to bear
So great loss and not despair.
And with his brethren well compare.
In friendships social union.
age he tue pdrsou CLOSE III uOOr,
He now could preach and pray no more,
When angry at his blacks he swore,
And called them to him on the floor,
While on their backs the stripes he'd pour,
All in the family union.
At last he yielded to his DOOM
Death came 1t was a welcome boon
To niggers all. For just as soon
As massa died they lost their gloom,
And laughed and danced all DER the room,
In peace and perfect union.
The parsons dsath spread far and wids,
The church had lost holy guide;
The fathers in Isreal by his side,
Deep mourned the loss OF one who WED
With them in all their holy pride,
In the religious union.