, 1863-09-17
Gt)ieago Qrib111re.
THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER II, 1868,
mT DREAM.

Ito THOMAS CARL1Lx.1
ALondon poet thus replies to Carlyle By
the aTy'nne'atu.a ad Aominem:
Peter Of the North to Paul of the South
Faol, you unaccountable scoundfel. find
Jon hire your servants tor life, not by the
month or year as I do.''-Thomas Carlyle's
"A, AmeIican lfiad In . Nutshell. .''-afaemif-
taa's Magazine, Augusf.
ldbeen reading that dialogue, more smast than
In which you've 50 settled the case, as you deem,
OF North against South. and Of whip rsrsus
Excuse mel won6ered-l nodded dozed.
And straight to Jour Eden OF fetters Jew,
Aid eceues saw stranger thzn you'd have sup
Bless yonl =. sts1., brother Thomas. those scenes
Yes, twas South cazo1lna-'twas Charleston, no
But ehApred-why has quite from my memory
For the whites now were :. hired" as it straight
"FeF; lie. !, b he blacks. to bo 1.boied and
Men treated as beasts as comscA sight
In Tie case, as it had been. Of blacks it seemed
AND as hs.d It seemed now that the nlgsers
were white.
But Neg1o. Sg your nsmesake, was luckily b..
As uttered my donbtlIss- IS They men ike Us
The ehsstttclsl had they any b1ack in their skin
Were t1s! they not white ali overt What' had I no
They at,ed t,ea for ftecdom!-why. where waa thelr
BE couldn't help snecrin: ont lofty surprise
9hat ny brain could not Of aueh silly nonsense
**To be Tosked, to DO wo1oppsa for nothing" ho
"Thc stsInisics sent forth all whites-'tw.s their
Jrst then IN old gzeybeard WIS llvelny led
To the block-io1 an execution went on In tho
And then how etaredi why, the chsttel,
Yes; ,twss 1a% you--no niEtaks'-you put up there
You srumbled-, -whackl down came the thong On
Good Lord! how Jon, Thomas. did w,:gle and
Ny black cage looked on With q sneesinc dis
Stepped Up to the block and examined your
Poked your ribs with his stick; you objected in
Tain-
WHITES sosfs wf5c made to be served 50 by blacks In
a lively discussion aronnd you arose,
On t5., the s,Eenih Of your less-on your age
Tried to 5t5ashten zaai yon upright; one vonld
One hustled you down, iult to nee how 5.n'd
jump.
'T~a. fnn to their blackshIps, but Thoma., I've
Sons temper that moment was none Of the
There was rage in your scowl; in your old e,cs
For i aeema HRS. Carlyle had just been sold
And VIA flight, too. put come hardwood. in your
Though 81 @ i did not affect your black namesako
Matter caElyle was "hired for lfc," right down
Mies cafl,slc had been ditto right away east.
So sou Ra dldn't Jump lively, and laugh Al yon
Though, cursed In a whisper, you tried to look
rrt Il s,3 isst for rice swamp You, rhon.s, vera
Or, "hied for life," as your easeshtp would
Rather htea for death"-to dared to suggest:
but inen. ~ that's all right, as the world must
II lIyea Of old Whites raise the whItc.t and best
My, VIC must have your crop. and ne must pay
5on were handcuasd, and of to twelve hours g
Ina ~ cltering swamp, With smart overs.e.
scrc, II you do anythipg-speek, think, Or pray3,
But as matter SLOWS, for that crime 10 INV
dear; F-'
4 heast-e'ezy right Of man eet at uausht,
Every power chained down, every feeling defed-
To exist for the labor for which ron were bonrht'
I'LL the memory OF manhood has out Of you
And as !oa Tent oR, looking rueful enough,
couldn't help thinking, my sage, In nv dream.
You perhaps might be taught tn school rathes
fou.h,
On - hiking for lHc'' to hare Elews less ex-
tre1nc
That when you've tried alarcsy'a hell for 4 while.
Tie mire1y OF millions wont seem good ioke
A grin from the du]luetB OF fools to becpiie:
Aud thinking this, Thomas, thank heaven, I |
owoke.
B1ackkcath. ". C. Rrxr-