The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1869-12-03
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Among ahs thonsand Hand d-9ne articles and
Stxses We have seen nothing approaching, for
sadd sftom The london press. It is entitled
Ills LerasSsp him. Simse nSiiSssns is sppropri op
asajy dated tsHades, MDcCoLxIx." The title
Z psse contains Itortrsits Of Lord Byron and
eSfe1snsed as sln.o.e
: scAhdEl-nl0ngerin fsce, intended for that Of
hin detyactoF, Mrs. Stowe. The following ex-
ses sslsSssa a. ranao 81 VIZ give our rsSd
p91ahction:
& Who ss this Mrs. Slower her name, thank God,
yae never ono familiar 70 my car;
Her country was o land never trod.
=. Although Itrsyeled often far and near.
1E1oy cay she's o woman, that is odd
10 woman, rs rule. my verso is dear,
Hoxchance ahe,s some forlorn neglected beauty,
Or olss-her husband doesnt do his duty.
8 1can't cohs6le her In the hesh, I can't
Reyisis "Elimpses OF the moon" to make
Poor Hre. Stowo unhappy; and chant
1ssve good men In these Shades for woman's
SO Stowe may rest in peace. only want
+ Itnfsht have needed once q moral teacher
n 5iinports- s-but damn this sanotmonous
Beecheri ,.irv
Ineyer was moral man. know
did some things were fur beyond defending;
I few to Venice. Just as my soul was mend
AndI am rightly punished; Mrs. Stowe,
Sensation and obsoenity so blending.
, Haa scatter'd liee with dirty prodigality,
And made me blacker even than reality.
'.Eateiis inoes.neque judex" che
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a comfort is. Ny fame needs no defender,
Fen In America, I think they III see
Tho sfsisehoods uttered by this base pre-
Who's heaped upon mo such a huge indignity,
With famous, foolish, feminine malignity.
Street, to Che bluahing bride husbands kiss
sss Sweet 20 the old man dreams Of youthful
Sweet 10 the virgin thoughts OF loves new
gueet 10 the hope Of freedom to tho nigger,
Dnt sweeter far in spite Of public hiss
10 81. q. B. the cheque-a handsome figure
Ret publisher win payIgame worth the candle,
where all tGi6 foul aspersion hurta thee not;
Purein, tlIe pure realms of eternal day,
Thy heart 10 free from every earthly spot.
OF no avail the words that sland'rers say,
The fair esoutcheon Of thy fame to blot,
Qure'd be tho greedy pubhshefs who gave
This -. sT 80 ;;.skal to thy grave.
care not for myself, my fame 10 far
Bayond this dull reviler's power to dim;
Ny aistor ahope before her as o star
Jbhine1 Pnrely o'er the young moons cres-
Che wished our reputation both to tar
With the aalne foul bruah; twas o worthy
within g = -
ORksr Who wbite-washed cd hosts Of fetid niggers,
10 take such pains to blacken both our figures.
It's said woke one memorable morn
And found that was famous; speedily
khew myself the target for all scorn,
Hen called me infamous; (the Lord knows
why,l ~
what laurels this rude woman may have worn
This iewd, loquacious, literary antio,
Dhould blest them on both sides Of the Atlantic.
One should live on forever, but boro
Ones life becomes ere many years roll on
And vet man must feel little sore
TO think how no will suffer whom he's gone.
sslfil nisi bonum," said the men of yore,
d.De mortuis." but now ones tomb upon
Folks write foul words; in fact, there's no de-
nying z IS |'ts--,,,
Thore's something very dangerous in dying.
Enough. Il leave to oil mems soorn the lie
This insult to the living and the dead;
twas proud task for woman's hands to try
To heap deflement on o woman's head.
The Stowe had scarcely dared to pirate, had
Been living. but where'er her words are read
Deep eXecratiOnB must her name environ
Who dares to nedde with me,
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