Spirit of Jefferson. [volume] (Charles Town, Va. [W. Va.]) 1844-1948, 1889-10-08

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My slaves; tn coin your blood in g,ttneas ~
A louder rap now than before
Brought the old Baron to tho door,
To lift the latch he slowly ycnturcd
And death - Sans cere11lorlie" entered
The Baron stood aghast the while,
Then smil'd as sweet-as jew can smile
+" Your humble servant to commando
Hold. sir-I never give my hand,
Much less my " Monish" do you see n
Without the best security
Thus spoke the Baron in breath
"The ruling passion strong in DEATH"
DEATH.
Well met, old Hunks yon're mine at last;
I have you, and III hold you fast:
Your " Monish" you win count NO moro
Nor shave, as you have done before,
At least on earth-in Pluto's cell
Perhaps you may, for there you'll dwell.
But first will this truth declare,
Your Bankers are quite numerous there.
While here, you cheat by tons and twelves; I"
At last, poor rogues, you cheat yourselves.
OF all the fools in this mad world
(And millions, have from it hur'ld)-
know of none. TINT can compare
With such things, as you misers are;
You heap up woalth-while bore you dwell;
For what ?-to purchase rooms-in hell
And here let me secret show;
Not all the pangs and pains below,
CPhe dark abode of crime and vice)
Gan quench the thirst of uvarice:
To all the damned in He'll there's duo
One deltliless woTm-to T,tsers, ttoo;
So, BGron, come along with me,
AID meet the doom prepared for thee.
- -- iso7asoa1zD.
What, this to me 7-There's some inittaks:
Sure, sure, good death. you won't metaie:
Indeed, cannot go with you-
You know not what have to do:
80 much of business on my hands;
can't attend half the commands:
Indeed, indeed, It will not do;
cannot, will not, 30 with you.
Just Think II obey your call,
All Europe will in ruin fall
1 am its banker, don't you know2
And business presSes-pray, do go.
From France, from Russia, and from Spain,
Yes, and beyond the western main,
To me they come, and crave and pray
1 have no rest, by night or day.
How useful. then. am you see
Half the worlds burden rests on mr.
DEATH.
[ sec it does; and am come
To set you free, and take you home:
I'll FREQ you from all pain and care
1 mean all earthly-thfs swear.
I'm we'll aware Of ali that passes,
And know that Rurope's royal asses,
Are all your debtors, slaves aud tools;
But think you, respect such fools7
I'll have them, by and b$ youIl sec;
So tstir yOur stumps," and follow me-
Aud as you've banker been to kings;
Aud seem to love such gilded things,
To Pluto's realms 1 viii you bear,
For kings are very plenty there.
RoTHscHmD.
No, let me stay, pray you do;
I'm what all hate and scorn-a Jew:
We have no home, no country,
AS you well know;
I cannOt, will not, go with you
The wrath of God is on our brow
Reyiled, despised, outcasf. forlorn:
We are the worlds reproach and scorn.
Look round. and see how many poor,
Would have you as friend, I'm sure
And would most gladly go with you;
Don't you think SO ? I'm sure you doi
Go, then, and take those that are willing
See therel-Jou'Te made me drop shilling.
DEATH!
I'll have them all in time, but bark
l sometimes love shining mark.
Or high. or low, or bond, or free;
Or rich, It's all alike to Tncs
Or jew, or Gentle, all are mine;
And now, the life seek is thine;
So yield you mp, with your best grace,
And turn to your appointed place:
To me, you must-as all m1st-boW,
Your = HoTlisi" cannot save you now.
RoTnscnf1D.
Hold. while will a scheme unfold,
Which was to me but lately told.
There is q scheme in Contemplation,
In every European nation,
To seize on Turkey and the cast,
On Egypt too, and all the rest
OF africa: q noble theme.
a worthy, and most Christian scheme.
The royal thieves, on this are bent,
With christian zeal, and VIII intent,
But means are wanting, it is said;
They cannot move without my aid
This viii afford-as you must see
Much work for you, much gold for me;
And. twill succeed, tbs very plain,
If you will let me here remain
Take me, aud you'H have many Jasf,
Leaee me. aud you'll have manJ a Ieast.
And now. I'm sure, for your own sake,
If you are death, you won't me take.
4 splendid Echeme-for you, and me,
And now I guess Old Hunksr is free.
'Tis banking hour--so now be on;
Ugh! ugh! and take this cursed cough
III give It You at three per cent
'Tis cheap at that as-beef in Lent