Pleasantville weekly press. (Pleasantville, N.J.) 1890-1911, 1895-03-27

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Prestol Change! The wretch, perfidious
| Yet does lurk within the gates;
And with his maneuvers skilful,
To himself appropriates,
| All the sleeping beauty's jewels,
All the valuable plate;
With the aid of his man Friday"
Stealthily they reach the gate.
They evade the drowsy watchman,
Soon they scale the high stone wall,
Through the byways to the water,
Where they board the waiting yawl.
This is manned by stalwart seamea,
Silently they row away;
Fastening to board the vessel,
Anchored just outside the bay.
Swift and well trained are their motions
AS they get her under weigh;
And their unrighteous commander,
Heartily do they obey.
One there is who dares to ask him,
"Say-was the land lubber in?"
But the captain scOwliDg on him,
Answered he was "taken in"
When old "Sol'' his face had hidden,
When the stars We're chased away;
Had declared the robbery
Harshly rang the old squire's mandate,
''Turn the thirsty bloodhounds out;
Let them hunt the grave offenders;
They shall put the thieves to rout."
Loudly then did ring the welkin,
And the horses hoofs rang out;
But above the thundrous clatter,
Sounds the grim old soldiers shout.
"Hi, there! Tiger Mascot seek 'eml
Load your pieces one and all;
Death! he thundered, without quarter,
Either they, or | must falll'
Rowels speed the foaming chargers,
And the hungry hloodhound's bay;
Sounds afar off, deep and lusty,
AS they track their human prey.
They have followed to the water,
To and fro, the dogs there rum
And the old squire, grim and hoary;
Knows the race is scarce begunI
Oh, thou kind, recording angel,
Accountant in the ''Book of Life
Be to this old father partial;
Name not this unlawful strife,
Or, if thou must, honest name it,
Over it a blot then cast;
Thinks he not on his fell purpose,
He is living in the past.
And the din of other battles,
Humming in his dull old ears;
Stirs the warriors spirit dormant,
In the long receding years.
Then the outraged squire impatient,
Soon prOcures and mans brig;
Brings the dynamite bomb deadly,
For craft of foreign rig
Fishermen had seen at daylight,
As if standing out to sea;
From the shore, a yawl full loaded,
Saw they put off stealthily;
And it's crew the craft had boarded,
So the brig forthwith stood out;
And they overhauled the other,
When the soldier fierce did shout.
"Show your colorsv oh, twas madness,
Thus his anger to appease;
He accOsts a pirate cruiser,
Long terror of the seas.
She had cruised in other waters,
Till her captain was restored;
And his crew who knew his movemets,
Late had taken him aboard.
Thus the plot he had concocted
While within the hospital,
Used the damsel for cat'spaw,
While he plundered home and hall,
But mailman was the soldier.
For revenge he had prepared
In the bomb be had secreted,
He it's full destruction shared,
When the pirate, refused quarter,
Hurled it with unerring aim
Instantly fierce explosion
Rolled it's thunders Oh the main.
In the promised resurrection
When the sea gives up it's dead
AT the Heavenly tribunal
Will be tried the souls that sped.
In the grey old mansion lonely
There melancholy maid
Waits impatient at the easement
For her father long delayed.
Some there are who say the maiden
Silent, watched her jewels go,
'Sooth | know not. Hers the secret.
That she deeply mourned know,
For the stern, indulgent father,
But she put her trust in God
And received His consolation
Though she felt the Christening rod.
Round the grey tenantless Mansion
Gather bats and hooting owl;
Also, say the superstitious,
Nightly, there, a ghost doth prowl
And the maiden, quite disheartened,
Straightway did she take the veil,
First, because she was religious,
Next she durst not trust male.
With her beauty and her money
HES she to Nunnery,
Consecrates herself to Heaven,
Lends her life to Charity.
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