The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1880-02-06
ruSIsHnrENr WITH TIE LASH.
by UNCLE Lutte.


laomcial whippings ARC continued regularly ~
Newcastle, Del, and are regarded a. a matter ~
course by the residents. ON recent 'cea'.vn ~
conVictsa thieves were punished, ainons 9er.ad
how of 10 AT the first strok he desperat ~ Ior.eu
himself loose by pulling his hands ont OF .no
staples handkerchief was then usee 20 ias 'un
him. but, before the pres eriDed twenty sbatcaIiv
oompetea, he got loose again and patneucaiy
begged the brutal Sheriff not 10 strike 50 haiu'
Flooding paragraph
Ab-harkl NY God, what sound Ia that heary
STis not The voice of grief, nor hardly pain,
Thongn caused by pam. The WIND" you say.
4 know tte Winds each mood by heart. II laughs,
II cries II groans. II whispers, and hailoos
Allie round misery's cot as round a throne.
Hsut no such sound-hark! once again III ttlIs
Upon my ear AL for PHYS ear
And though suggestive. IL l cannot name
4Imagnationf" Ills q lie. NO sound
Like that ever bred ia fancy's brain
To Justices, mercy's, PHYS state, ~ hrst
NV senses melts; with madness next boil
That cause should be devised for such sound
If long hear 1t. mad in fact tear
I'LL be- "Crazyg" Not 1. Methinks thou ART
The crazy one for--can't you hear IL nowl
human voice il is, and every word
IL utters now distinctly can near ,..,
That's what cant. You ask, ana you nea'u III
And YOU think naught of 1t! You are brute,
think. aud worse-uncivilized heather
In eyes of uod. If not 10y human law
Look yonder, aud I'll see from whence IL comes
You saw: What far down tbt re by Blue hen Dayl
That patch OF land, Diamond" some tool hath
named. -, -, a.,
And blurred the mans pure page with, Delaware!
All, new seel There is an open yard. aff
A post is there with chain from staples hung.
ON many links are stains of human blood,
And on the filthy ground IL lays in pools.
Over the post human form Is bound
A boy but fifteen years OF age. or less.
Nude is his back, as is the souls of them
Who made il so. A fend, called man, stands righ,
And in his hands the fail of "jus ice" swings.
Each hellish blow some crime 10 recompense,
furrow makes deep in the poor boys hesh.
Around, throng of Jeering heather staua. Ia,
What "Christians" Yes, you're right; with
They're cursed OF God; the devil moveth them.
Some petty crime, and he deserves itP one
Would surely think an angel had been raped a
Aud iealously was wreaking out its wrath.
civil punishment-no iendsh scourge-
L. what we deal for crime in Michigan;
Here where kid mercy hoardeth hot her tears
no scald her soul and PHYS aching heart
is never broken quite; where great men live -,
And fiendish scoundrels find IL hard to thrive.
All. look Thank Heaven 1.-The boy has broker
The crowd will save him now. they'll not" yor
sayr
Into the Sherif's clutch, and 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 left to execute
Such measures, they who row doth feign to bask
In mikes Of God, as Moses taught OF old.
Such doctrine doth my soul abhor, that God
Is pleased with beasty deeds that good may come
No God of ,uca a nature do know.
It is the DEVILS voice and smiles they heed.
Then libel God by saying 1t is He;
While every lash that cuts the quivering flesh
Base insult Is TO all that is divine.
We're possible a hell beyond this life.
What souls it's lurid flames would leap for frstl
Perverters of Gods nature: saying it
Doth correspond TO heir own narrsw minds,
With strife and vengeance rife-not mercy, love.
The sheriff leads him back, as butchers lead
A beef TO Stay. My heart grows sick-fOr, see!
o heart he pleads. and they'll not hear bis plea.
Great God. is there not one broad mind not one
Warm heart in all that narrow, snaipaced State!
Not one strong voice to sound victims pleag
Shame shamel that while you kneel in palace
throne,
In worldly pomp, and selhsh pride, 20 shriye
Your ouls. at yonder stake is human kind,
Save lis misfortune, like unto yourselves.
tbs as the devil pommeng himself.
This may be Christian; righteousness tits not!
Do unto others as ye would, {" says God,
" fbat they should 90 to YOU" and this doth bin
In all affairs and deeds of human kind.
o. worthy Judge o, lucre's Prncel would you
For your own children hold this iiendish greedy
And vote a Sheriff's public scourge, should they
Alisstep? All chink of cJin doth change til
Phase.
When ell-sppeased, stern Justice wells his face
That poor boys plea. when hope dead within
VIII sting you, ears, aud probe your froze
hearts,
Till deaths door opens to your hmid knock.
o Sheriff. Sheriff please don't strike SO hard