The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1880-02-05
PUNISHMENT WITH THE LASH.
BY UNCLE Lutte.

I@Oficial whippings are continued regularly at
Newcastle, Dell and regarded as matter OF
course by the residents. On recent occasion i've
convicted thieves were punished, among them
boy of 10. At the first stroke he desperately forced
himself Dose by pulling his hands ont OF the
staples A handkerchief was then used to fasten
him but before the scribed twenty blows We're
completed, he got loose again and pathetcally
begged the brutal Sheriff not to strike 50 hard.
t--Ftodtjng p0a0Gr0ph.
Ah-harkl MY God, what sound is that hear?
Ills not the voice OF grief, nor hardly pain,
Though caused by pain. The wind" you say.
Ills false.
know the winds each mood by heart 1t laughs,
1T cries 1t groans, It whispers, and halloos
Alike round misery's cot as round throne.
But no such sound--hark once again it falls
Upon my ear "a vail for PHYS ear;
and though suggestive. it | cannot name.
@Imaginations" Ills lie. NO sound
Like that was ever bred ii fancy's brain.
10 Justices, mercy's, PHYS state, it first
My senses nets: with madness next boil
That cause should be devised for such sound.
Ef long hear it. mad in fact fear
I'Il be. "Crazy?" Not Methinks thou art
The crazy one, for--cant you near it now!
A human voice it is and every word
1t utters now distinctly can hear.
That's what meant. You ask, and you heard It'll
And you think naught oft! You are brute,
think. and worse-unciyilized heather
In eyes of God, If not by human law.
Look yonder aud I'll see from whence it comes.
You say: hat far down t1ere by Blue hen bayg
That patch of land Diamond" some fool hath
named.
And blurred the mans pure page with, Delaware
All now see! There is an open yard.
A post is there, with chain from staples hung.
On many links are stains of human blood,
And on the filthy ground it lays in pools.
Over the post human form is bound
boy but fifteen years of age or less.
Nude is his back, as is the souls of them
Who made it so. A fiend called man, stands nigh,
And in his hands the Hail of Justice" swings.
Each helish blow some crime TO recompense,
A furrow makes deep in the poor boys flesh.
Around, a throng of ieering heather stand.
What! "Chrstiansy" Yes, you're right; with
God left out
They're cursed of God; the devil moveth them.
Some petty crime, and he deserves it'll" One
Would surely think an angel had been raped
And ieaolsly was wreaking out its wrath.
A civil punishment-no tiendish scourge
rs what we deal for crime in Michigan;
Here where kid mercy hoardeth not her tears
To scald her soul. and PHYS aching heart
Us never broken quite; where great men live
And iendish scoundrels find it hard to thrive.
Ah look Thank Heaven 1.-The boy has broken
loose.
The crowd will save him now. @They'll not" you
say?
See -gois - they head him off and force him back
Into The Sheriff's clutch, aud all for Christ!
May Heavens indignation veil that State
And spell the people who uphold such laws
Until they blot them from their statute books,
And no base craven's LETT to execute
Such measures, they who now doth feign to bask
In miles Of God, as Moses taught OF old.
Such doctrine doth my soul abhor, that God
rs pleased with Deastly deeds that good may come
No God of sucl a nature do know.
1t is the DEVILS voice and smiles they heed,
Then libel God by saying it is He;
While every lash that cuts the quivering flesh
Base Insults to all that is divine.
We're possible hell beyond this life.
What souls its lurid flames would leap for firstl
Perverters of Gods nature: saving it
Doth correspond to heir own narrow minds
With strife and vengeance rife-not mercy, love.
The sheriff leads him back, as butchers lead
a beef to Stay. My heart grows sck-for, see
% hear he pleads, and they'll not hear his plea
Great God, is there not one broad mind, not one
Warm heart in all that narrow, snaiLpaceo State?
Not one strong voice to sound victim's plea?
Shamel shamel that while you kneel in palace
throne
I'm worldly pomp, and selfish pride, to shrive
Your FOULS, at yonder stake is human kind,
save his misfortune, like unto yourselves.
Ills as the devil pommeling himself
This may be Christian; righteousness tits not!
Do unto others We would >" says God
That they should do to you" and this doth bind
In all affairs and deeds of human kind
q. worthy Judged O, lucre's Prince would you
For your own children hold this fiendish creed?
And vote Sheritf's public scourge, should they
Misstep? All chink Of coin doth change the
phase.
When well-appeased, stern Justice wells his face
That poor boys plea when hope was dead within
Will sting youl ears, and probe your froze1
hearts,
Till deaths door opens to your timid knock
Sheriff! Sheriff please don't strike 50 hard !!