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" Face thine enemies, accusers ; '* Scorn the prison, rack and rod ; ** And if thou hast truth to utter, " Speak— and leave the rest to (xod!!' MONTREAL 1857. 71^31 ^ ^fi i. V CONTENTS. Saint Bartholomew's Day in Canada 5 The Death of Robert Corrigan 12 A Song for True Orangemen 34 Kansas, ko. 37 k Visit to Montreal 44 The Farce at Hoboken 49 Transubstantiation versus Common Sense 56 Bedini's Visit to America CO Father McDonald and the vScottish Youth 64 Appeal to tiie Freemen of America 67 The Runaway Slave 74 Letter to F. A. Ross, D.D 78 The Drunken Bear 84 Father J^onnie's Address, &c 88 Peter and Paul. .•. 89 A Will Case 94 We will publish the Bible 97 Father B. and Barbara Forman. 100 Thou.ivht 5 on Death, &c 104 The DcNith of the Maine Law in Canada 108 The Murderess 110 Addioss to France 112 Addre3'> to the Queen , 114 Another oujir for true Oranoremen 116 Oonclusioa 120 if ''I HI ERRATA. > "•!- Page 46, line 3, for hast omhincd read has com- hined. Page 48, line 10, for exceeds read exceed, 53, ^' 3, for descry read descry. 54, " 15, for In read ^mZ z;z. 61, " 8, for doivnfall andxt'oA terrible, 64, '* 13, for father'^s read fathers*, 68, " 19, for 6f//ei*er5 read Mirrers.' 89, " 16, for is read Z6-as. i>l, " 17, for a read a?i. 92, <• 22, for ^//is read th\ 101, " 15, for Sohools read Schools, 106, " 12, for/e/e read /d/^5. '< 107, " 1, for work read finished work. <( a it iC u u a u a ■i L' PREFACE. A prefaco is chiefly designed to disclose What is written in rhyme or embodied in^proso. If the reader imagines that mine will be terse, Disappointment may find it entangled in verse, For this Introduction to " Rhymes for the Times " Is only to say that they treat of the crimes Which Rome and Slave-holders delight to uphold : But though this much be written, the half is not told. First then is the Massacre at Montreal ; The next a relation of CorrigarCsfall ; A specimen Song for true Orangemen next ; Then follows a long one with Kansas the text ; And then comes a Visit I paid Montreal ; The Farce at Hoboken, St Quietus and all. Then follows the essence of Romish deceit How a priest blessed a wafer he fear-ed to eat. Bedini is quite an ironical thing ; And Father McDonald is next on the ring : Then comes an appeal to the sons of the Brave j Preceding the tale of the runaway Slave : Then comes my Reply to the Great Doctor Ross^ Who is either deranged or amazingly cross. Then follows the tale of the great drunken Bear : — All drunkards and tipplers should read it with care. The next, Father Bonnie^ s address to his friends ; On " feathers and tar" his religion depends. 1 1 I > IV. PREFACE. r; 1 , 'I Then follows a sketch of the life of Saint Paul ; The horrible will case is shocking to all. We will publish the Bible, the rule of our faith ; Then, poor little Barbara beaten to death. A few other rhymes of a similar power, May serve to beguile an unoccupied hour. The author no cause of apology knows, For giving the world his opinion of those Who seek to enfetter the body and mind, 'Neath covert pretensions of blessing mankind The next is another True Orangeman's Song : The conclusion, I trust, is not any too long. If Pio should deign an infalliable look, He'll find at the end that the whole is a book. THE AUTHOR. > I i RHYMES FOK SAINT BARTHOLOMEW'S DAY IN CANADA. A Dialogue between a Stranger and a Citizen of Mon- treal in reference to the Massacre of the 9tli Jane, 1853. STRANGER. Hail ! Citizen. Why weepest thou ? Thy cause of grief declare. The city seems in trouble now, There's mourning everywhere. CITIZEN. Art thou but a stranger, and yet hast not heard Our source of affliction and sorrow ? Then know that we mourn for relations laid low, In a moment of ire, by a merciless foe. While we the survivers were destin'd to knqw Disconsolate grief on the morrow. I'fi'i it; i b SAINT BARTHOLOMEW S STRANGER. Pray tell me then did foemen dare Disturb your quiet repose 1 And did the military guards Repel the country's foes 1 Or did some den of infamy Pour forth its lawless hordes Of those who rob and kill, and live By what their guilt affords 1 CITIZEN. Ah ! stranger it was not the carnage of war ; No foes were assembled in battle ; Nor was it the fruit of the plunderer's trade, For Rome has enacted another crusade 'Gainst freedom of speech ; and the dying r.nd dead Fell thick in the midst of the rattle. STRANGER. Methinks I read the sequel now : If ROME has been the foe I wonder not that you can tell A tale of bitter woe. CITIZEN. The day had been fine, and the morning was bright, With pleasure's illusions before us ; «l DAT IN CANADA. 7 We thought not of sorrow, but ah ! ere that night flad veiled the bright prospects of earth from our sififht, Like a dream of the past disappeared our delight, ^\'hen death and destruction swept o'er us. STRANGEU. Speak Citizen, for I would know What motives could induce Th' adherents of the Holy (?) See Such horror to produce. CITIZEN. Yes ; since thou desirest, I cannot deny So kind a request from a stranger, Then know that a preacher, Gavazzi his name, Who once was a priest, but had come to proclaim The errors he left in that system of shame, And we heard him, but dreamt not of danger. STRANGER. And was there danger 1 why so slow ? . lake thy recital brief ; My sympathies awake to know If none could give relief. 8 SAINT BARTHOLOMEW'S CITIZEN. I said that the lecturer came to proclaim The errors of Romish delTision : But he scarce had commenc-ed, when llibbonmen arm'd, From hut and from hovel, in multitudes swarm'd And assaulted the place, when the hearers, alarmed, Began to disperse in confusion. STRANGER. And was that all ] for I had thought It was some sad affray — That ssome were killed — but now I hope They all got safe away. CITIZEN. Alas ! courteous stranger, they gain-ed the street. But found not the means of retiring ; For there were arranged, in phalanx complete, The troops that were placed to cut off their retreat. And some noted persons were heard to repeat The words that directed the firing. STRANGER. But what ! and did they really fire Upon the passing crowd? Who ever heard of such a thing In British lands allowed ! ! i % * . DAY IN CANADA. 9 CITIZEN. Oh yes, and their muskets were loaded with ball, The shrieks of the dying were awful ; In that sorrowful moment, the youth and the sire, Successively fell, and were left to expire. By the fiendish assassins controlling the fire, While Fopery rendered it lawful. STRANGER. Ah ! citizen, what dreadful things Are done in modern times ! And what a vile religion that Which tolerates such crimes ! CITIZEN. But the trial that followed that notable day Should inspire all true freemen with terror. The men were arrested, but stood undismayed : The things that were done and the words that were said. Too plainly evinc'd that they were not afraid, And the whole was considered an error. STRANGER. But tell me how could justice fail ] Am I to understand That no one is condemn'd to death For murder, in tjiis land ] 1 ' 10 SAINT BARTHOLOMEW'S CITIZEN. Oh yes, noble stranger. — But do you not know That Home has her Judges and Juries 1 The former invested with power to the full, The latter selected and trained in her school, And Justice is baffled according to rule, While all that is Fopish, secure is. STRANGER. Oh sir, it makes me sad to think That persecuting Rome Is gaining strength in Canada, While dying out at home. CITIZEN. Oh yes : and indeed it must ever be so, Wherever the Rulers befriend them : And do you not know that when Brownson came here, The Catholics thronged unmolested to hear. The Priest and the people were strangers to fear. With Infautry placed to defend them. STRANGER. But that must be an evil creed. Which conquers by the sword. i i DAY I.V CANAijA. 11 As Papists and Mahometans Have done with one accord. CITIZEN. These statements are bold, but undoubtedly true, I challenge the Pope to refute us, For the withering blight of his power is discerned Wherever the good of his church is concerned, And Pio may yet give the laurels they earn'd. To those who are eager to shoot us. STRANGER. But shall not this apostate Church Account for such events t Does not the word of God declare Her drunk with blood ot saints'? CITIZEN. Yes stranger, it does ; and it also foretells The day of the Lord's indignation, When Rome and her tyranny shall disappear. The mother of harlots^ her downfall is near. And those who exult in her cruelties here Shall share in her great tribulation. # Vih HISTORY OF THE AWFUL DEATH OF ROBERT CORRIGAN, Farmer in St. Sylvester, Canada East; who was at- tacked by his Boman Catholic neighbors on the 17th day of October, 1855, and died two days after, with particulars of the Trial of the parties indicted. Mortals attend my song, while T relate The thrilling story of a poor man's fate, Whose death, accomplished by a lawless band, Has rung through every cottage in the land ; Whose blood still calls for vengeance on the head Of those who wro\ight his death. His blood was shed In noonday blaze of light, on public ground. And Robert Corrigan — that name shall sound In other lands than this, wherever Friar Or Priest, or Pope, or Bishop may conspire By open murder, or by fouler tricks. To slaughter and extirpate heretics. Th' October Sun was shining bright and clear. And Nature seem'd to show no signs of fear ; In beauteous order, pil'd around the sky, The snow-white clouds bespoke no tempest nigh : ROBERT CORRIGAN. 13 The Autumn winds blew softly through the trees ; The withered leaves fell lluttering on liie breeze ; In rich effusion plenty flowed around ; The Saint Sylvester hills had just been crowned With harvests rich. The pious were prepared To own with gratitude the gifts they shared, And bless high Heaven. " The memory of their hearts" Arose to Him who every good imparts, Indulgent on the sons of Adam's race, Unworthy of the least of all his grace. But ah, we said no tempest hovered nigh, — So far indeed as time-bedimm-ed eye Could read the page of future human life, No omen dire appeared of war or strife. But mortal vision lacks prophetic power T ' unroll the burden of one future hour. How oft a day of joy is changed to grief, And nought but trust in God can give relief. Unconscious of impending danger near. As if insured of long existence here, Man clings to life with a tenacious hold, But death arrests him and his blood runs cold : Then yawns the opening grave in all its gloom, And Man, proud man, descends into the tomb. i i ■ f i; u THE DEATH OF His prospects blasted ^ bis ambition gone, His joys and sorrows with bis hour-glass run ; His pomp, his energy, his vigor o'er, His glory faded, and himself no more. How the which various are tne ways ni wnicn our race Is " made to mourn ;" description fails to trace The numerous diseases, pains and woes. Which are endured in dissolution's throes, When all the maladies for which we sigh Are as diversified as those who die. Some pine away upon their beds of ease, The victims sure, of treacherous disease. Some die of want, by famine overpowered. In deserts some, by savage beasts devoured; The rolling seas conceal a mighty host, The drowned inhabitants of Navies lost. And cruel War, that scourge of fated man. Destroyed its millions since the world began ; And war is raging still ; in carnage dire Contending armies muster to expire. Transform-ed to a mass of shapeless gore, Dissolving columns waste away before Destructive engines of infernal shape. Bomb-shells exploding, and the mowing grape. f * \ ROBERT CORRIGAX. 15 The vast Lancaster, with its fiery bolt, Or those dread implements prepared by Colt, '1 he blazing Sabre, and the whistling Ball, /ind bloodj Bayonet, make their thousands falL '4 But thongli the instruments of war appear, By far too numerous to mention here ; Yet there's another weapon highly prized, By wild Hibernians uncivilized ; But only used by those whose every hope And whole ambition centre in the Pope, Who know no monarch but the ^' Man of Sin," And by their bloody actions seek to win His favor, which he graciously extends In sin-induls'ences to all his friends. And if the sword has pierced thro' many a heart, The stout Siiillelah too has had its part In deeds of darkness, done in bloody style, By those who are the dregs of Erin's isle. The Cannibal, to human feeling lost. Accounts him greatest who has slaughtered most. The savage Heathen, in his battle fields, Ferocious and fierce, his war-club wields. The Indian grasps his bow and scalping-knife, And scarce is known to save a victim's life. 16 THE DEATH OF Barbarians kill without the least remorse, And savao;e tribes ar.3 t ) be feared of course. But if the Black \\\ human gore delights, He has his parallels among the Whites, A class of men I never wish to meet, Whose weapons, the shillelah and deceit. It is with some of those I have to deal, Whiln thus describing what is known too well. But oh ! what pen is gifted to portray The awful murder in the blaze of day ! The Cruelty ! the Death ! Oh, how we shrink From such a scene ! It makes us sad to think How man's base " inhumanity to man" Has scourged our race since human woes began. Who has not heard of Cain, he that first, Was for a brother's murder branded, curst. If infamy has marked him for his crime, He has his equals in tbe roll of time. But though the life destroyer may evade The light of day, and seek the deepest shade. Yet 'tis a truth, without a tinge of doubt, That secret murder must, and will be out. The conscience-smitten wretch enjoys no rest, His life a burden, to himself a pest. A murderer ! Oh epithet of shame ! Humanity recoils at such a name, I I t I }10BERT COllRIGAN. 17 And He that rescued Noah from the flood Ordained that he who sheds a brother's blood Himself must die : " by man his blood be shed " The curse of God upon his guilty head. But what a Hell-born system that which shields A deed so cruel in the open fields, And leaves its perpetrators, all and each, To wield anew their clubs of birch and beech. The Church which guards them as her bosom friends And best adapted to promote her ends, — For are they not prepared as heretofore To re-imbue their hands in human gore 1 — The ^aint Sylvester hills and fields may flow Again with blood, and echo mortal woe. To that dark Parish what a boon is given, A vile fraternity, which numbers seven. The ancient Fratricide was doomed to roam, But modern murderers remain at home. Go tell the residents of future peace : Will they not say : Thou vain deluder, cease. What peace can we enjoy who dwell beside The men who beat our neighbor till he died ? Will they not say : We live in constant fear, And only stay because our farms are here. 18 THE DEATH OF Do we not see a lonely mother's grief? The orphans too, demand our kind relief. In them are centred her maternal hopes, And for her little ones she daily copes With all the t(uls with which this world is rife, And leads in solitude a widow's life. O stranger, hast thou heard her tale of woe 1 Or, being unacquainted, wouldst thou know How dreadful was the hour when slaughter'd fell The Husband and the Father] Many tell The melancholy narrative with tears, To be remem])ered through the lapse of years. 'Twas on tlie day we held our Annual Fair : With light and gladsome hearts we hastened there ; Calm was the twilight, and the Morning Sun In all his splendor rose, his race to run ; But scarcely had the source of heat and light Attained the glory of meridian height, Than pent-up wrath, and malice long concealed Out-burst in fury upon MachelFs field. The busy multitude that thronged the place Beheld at once Rome^s triumph and disgrace, — Beheld a man clubb'd, butcher'd like a dog, And kick'd and rolfd about as if a log. ^ \' ROBERT CORRIGAN* 1^ For lo ! A moral hurricane has burst, And even here the earth with blood is curst ; For Robert Corri^an as we shall see With heart undaunted, and with spirit free, Of frame athletic, and of powerful mind, Where strict fidelity and truth combined With moral principle, and honest pride. With other two was chosen, to decide The Prizes to be given then and there, And so he entered on his work with care. Meanwhile a band of wicked, Popish knaves, — Sworn Ribbonmen, as well as Satan's slaves, — Behind a barn in solemn conclave met, Premeditating murder, and to set At bold defiance laws of God and man, Resolved that they would murder Corrigan. This Corrigan was once a Romanist as they,* But led to see the error of his way. Renounced allegiance to the Church of Rome, Became a Prot'^^tant ; — for this, his doom Is violent death, for are not Papists taught That murder is a deed with virtue fraught * See Pamphlet published by R. Middleton, Esq., Quebec. .u. ■IF 20 TUB DEATH OF WhcD to defend tli And only ProtestanU are put to death ? riiurch they vent then* wrath, So when this bloody conchive had agreed Upon a champion who should do the deed, l^ie bl( they should all unite, lie sig'J once oivi Complete the nuirder, and enjo The whole disbanding came with one fell sweep On Robert Corrigan, while judging sheep. The chosen wretch who liis associates led, Approached his victim, struck him on the head. The man was stunnM ; he reeled around and fell. Ilis comrades swore their leader did it well, They closM around, regardless of his cries ; With clubs they beat him when he tried to rise ; They leaped upon his body, kicked his sides, With horrid oaths " We'll kill him out," they cried, Exulting over him, the mob rushed in To share the murder and complete the sin. Like fiends from Erebus with fiery breath. And mouths wide gaping for the work of death. And furies glancing from each rolling eye, They did their work, and left the man to die. Then came another wretch, with hoary head, To wield his club before the man was dead, I ( h, > ROBEKT CORRIGAN. Upon the heretic his rage to vent ; Shouhl not this man l)e c^monized a saint 1 Shall not some priest attest the holy act. And send the Pope a notice of the t'aot ] A woman * when she saw he would he slain, Cried " Murder ! Oh ! my (»od !" hut cried in vain. True, there was one whose heart was touched with grief, Who sought to rescue, and to give relief. But single-handed what could Stock/ n do Aoainst the force of such a lawless crew ? So his humanity was forced to yield, And bruised and wounded he forsook the field. Long live the mem'ry of the one who sought To save a man from death, as well he ought, And in philanthropy so nobly shown, To save a life, had nearly lost his own. Then came a few kind friends who linger'd there, And rais'd the dying man vrith tender care ; They led him gently to a cottage nigh, And on a couch they laid hiui down to die. * Mrrf. Woodward. 00 THR BFJATH OF Thej dressed his wounds, they bathed his levered bead. Like good >Salnaritan^3, his dying bed They soothed, and sought to mitigate his pain, By watching d-iy and ni<>l)t ; but all was vain ; His wounds were mortal, and he said he knew Himself that death would speedily ensue. And so it was : two days of anguish past, In dreadful agony he breath'd his last. But ere he died, his fervent prayer arose To Ueaven^s great jnonareh, in behalf of those Whose guilty hands were in his blood imbued, For their forgiveness he humbly sued. Here ends the story of tliis poor man's wrongs But solemn mockery the scene prolongs ; Our "Rulers offer a reward of course : A grand display of military force Is made. The Parish where the deed was done Is for a time by sycophants o'erun. — A puerile host, they nothing did : they feared To make arrests, although the men appeared From day to day each one upon his farm, Securely trusting no one would alarm : And even if they should, they wonld depend On co-religionists, who would defend red RC-BERT COIHTG \ N . 23 Their brethren to the last, defying laws Divine as well as human, for the cause Of Papal Rome, to show the world at large How Pontiff-serving men their friends discharged. L8 Some montl^ elapsed : at last the savage crew, Advised by priestly menials what to do. Came forth to Justice, being well assured Complete impunity would be procured. Jurors and Judges would be all their friends, And base their verdict upon selfish ends. Comrades should swear, and Advocates should plead ; Despite all evidence they should be freed, And sent triumphant over all the land As was old Cain but without his brand, To show to Protestants of every clime, Their slaughter is a virtue, not a crime. Next came the Trial, an outrageous hoax, — A well selected jury in the box, Disbanded once, empanneled all anew, The choice of Home, to shield the wicked crew The O's and Mac's were represented there, And well instructed for the vile affair. I . ; ! ' 24. THE DEATH OF Their minds submissive to their father Priest, Received no evidence but what they wished, Against the clearest testimony given Did they not lie before the God of Heaven 1 And long before the evidence was through Express their sentiments and verdict too 1 Two learned worthies overruled the joke To wink at murder, and at sin to mock. To charge the jury what to do and say. And guide their consciences in every way. But men like these, unworthy of my lay. Shall be rewarded at a future clay, When God's eternal wrath and power shall be Revealed on those who set the guilty free. And next in order learned Lawyers stood, To call good evil, and call evil good ; To batHe evidence by lying art. Sheep-face and AU-wit nobly played their part, While by their side another priestly tool Ignored the truth, and proved himself a fool. Expended wit, his talents, and his time, In palliation of an awful crime. The wild, half-witted O, was active there, A certain Doctor too must have his share »■ wwMip m wg;yyii>fce our lives Tliun I ro^ e oiir-e'v.-s inhtinuui ; Aliich sooner tight f r "r* ineirs rights, Than ea^ture man or woman. For jN'T'hern rn^n are not prepared Th 'ir c nciences t> st fle, Though Pierce's baid go hnul in h;\nd, And Tones l>uru and r fle. I 11 'Tis timetiiat Sontiier:i men shou'd have A mord reibrnia»io;i : For Miouah tliev b nist of freedom most, They hate Emanc patioii. But s^^on Uie cur e of shivery ^hall come to deso-ation : Ar-d ihei ^hall we indee I he free In more than appellation. ■ ■■^iifcwiwi^ KANSAf:, TTC, 41 PART II. Pu" if we must hnve foivtfrri war To k;M^p the Union steady. ThuMi let us cope agai ist the Pope, His troops ar." here alr/ady. N >w let the N rth an^l -'^onth unite Again-Jt the F^ri'Sts' agrress on ; But nive them al! the ri:?.ht6 that fill To every man's posses : ion. But slice th *ir aim is to promote AIleiiajK-e to a stranger, Let no on* think Miat \vc wiP shrink Whe:i FllEiiDOM u in clanger. And so we wouM remind John Hughes, Llis Priests :in!i ther connections, That they may ja-eaeh, but musi not teach ilt b ' 1 on jit E eciions. For Pu)me li; s «P along put for h i U^r I'fl' rts bol ' and 'laring, 'I y l:l.sliv.)p-- ye >ouie en nigh Fur which tiii-y are pr paring. '!■ 42 KANSAS, ETC. For it is siicl that they have hid Beneath each towering steeple, Sufficient stand of arms on hand To arm the priest-led people. And therefore it shall be our part To keep them in subjeclion ; These noble States are ours, and wo Allow no insurrection. For they would fain recall the days Of bygone persecutions, That they might wage destructive rage Against our Institutions. But chief against our Commoa Schools Tlioy show their indignation ; And if they could we know what would Be done to Education. For they would have us on a par With Rome and its environs •, Without a school but prisons full, And multitudes in ironsw KAITSAS, ETC. Not only would the Bishops toll The knell of erudition, But furthermore they would restore The Holy (?) Inquisition: That their Inquisitors might check The freedom of opinion ; That all might die who would deny The rio:ht of their dominion. For cruelty and Rome must be Infallibly united ; In all the realms she overwhelms Prosperity is blighted. So let us Freemen have at heart The Union's preservation ; From mitred Priest or Romish Beast And Popish immigration. And may this land be ever free From war and all invasions ; And Nothing Know of slave or foe In future generations. 4>3 ' .^ it :i' ;i^ !■ rr I A VISIT TO MONTREAL. OxcE in my youtliful days, I chanced to pay A passing visit to a crowded town ; A Koyal Mountain stood in bold array, And gave the city its impending frown. The dwelh'ngs, generally neat and clean, Lisplayed a due regard to taste and health, And rows of merchants' shops that stoad between, llevealed the source of its increasing wealth. But strangers never fail to mark the street, Where Banks and Offices uprear their towers ; The pavement well arranued beneath my feet, I gazed at all attractive points ibr hours. But passing westward (rom the noble square, The " Witness OiEce ' rose before my gaze, And then I thought of him who labors there, To testify against all wicked ways. A " witness" for the truth, he stands alone, His Messengers throughout the country wide He sends. The good he's doing, and has done, Shall live when he has laid his pen aside. L 1th. crs 5 i A VI IT ro MONTREAL. 45 The other TK///e '>\s may inJu'jro his wrath, Vituperation, Insolence and -al ; But like the m.m that camo of olil from rJatn, This great Goliah of the Priests must fall. For sin anrl error shall not always reign ; .>'oon shall the lon;^ predicted era come, When truth and love sh.jll universal aain Entire ascendancy o'er fallen Home. But to proceed ; the great Cathedral caught My eyes, as with inviting doors it stood ; And full res )lved to see the Faithful (?) taught, I entered there in solemn, sober mood. Nor did I enter there alone, a band, Yea more, a multitude was pouring in, And each in holy water dipped a hand, And loolced as grave as if it cleansed from sin. Then passing up the spacious a mIc. I gazed In silen^ woiiler at tiie driszlin.^ si-jht. I could not see the use of sutih a blaze But Qoon i learned (hey called it holy light. 46 A VISIT TO I always thought that lapers were designed T' illuminate the gloomy hours of night, But Rome with other follies hasccombined Th' absurdity of addi?ig to daylight. " Thou shaU not bow to idol gods the knee," Spake the Eternal, while his thunders roared. Is this an idol temple 1 Can it be That idols are in Christian lands adored ? Such were the thoughts that rushed upon my mind, While in the so called Christian house of prayer. How did my inward spirit grieve to find Idolatry in pristine glory there. For round about the loffy walls appeared An liQ^t of images and painted saints, And whether God was worshipped or revered, 'ihe Virgin was adored at all events. A gilded crucifix upon the Altar stood And seemed designed to aid devotion's tide 5 The worshippers in humble attitude Adored the Cross, instead of Him who died. -T' . - ^y t -tr - * ■ ■« MONTREAL, 47 1. Id, 3r. vile apostacy ! when forms and rights, Are made to take the place of holy love, And it is thought that sordid gold incites Devotion's flame to rise to heaven above. Such thoughts were interrupted by a bell Which rung, and accurately tolled the time ; Then came a priestly menial to tell Us all to kneel, for standing was a crime- 1 cast a glance around a seat to find, And shuddered at the thought of such a sin, And with companions of a kindred mind, I fow\d a vacant pew and sat thereia. For we were Protestants and could not kneel ; For who would bow before an idol shrine 1 We knew, we felt, and trust shall ever feel That God alone our Maker is divine. rerhaps they thought us heretics, and were With pious zeal resolved to set us right, But God's true worshippers can never dare With the idolatries of Rome unite. !i| h' f i T'V 43 A VISIT TO MONTREAL. Next came the Preacher with his shaven crown, lie seemed as if prepared to teach by charms : Was he a Spanish Monk or Maynoolh clown? Or was he nurtured in old Pio's arms ] That he was foreign any one could tell, His tone, his accent, banished every doubt, But he performed his evolutions well. And taught his floe I?: by turning lound about. Five simple words, when understood by all, By far exceed . ten thousand undefined. So thought the great, the wise apostle Paul ; Apostate Rome has otherwise designed. For where the powers of Anti-Chr st prevail. They keep the Bible from the laboring c!ass, But they deli^hi to make the million quail Before the nonsense of a Latin Mass. We mused a moment on the various ways III which the nations have been long deceived, The mummeries which Papal Rome displays, And left the place, unedified and grieved. . I» *»p w - tm^fii^m t^, THE FARCE AT HOBOKEN: Kirwan disturbs tlie bones of St. Quiotus. Ye pioiii lloinan Catholics, Approach with awe ; behold, adore : While Bishop Bail/ will produce His new discovered relic store ; And bless the day of Holy lii^ht, That brings St Quietus' bones to sight. 'Tis Sabbath morn ; a balmy breeze Sweeps gently o^er lloboken'^s plains, But on the day of sacred rest, T\\?. air is rent with m^rtixl strains} For lo ! a l\omish farce is wrought, And God's commandment set at nought. The incidental facts are these ; — The simple narrative is brief, — A Romish chapel is* in debt, And to the Priests a source of grief. But their ingenious minds are set On plans to liquidate the debt. The Newark Bishop comes along, Chief actor in the great event, And in a brilliant casket bears 'I'he precious relics of a saint. The masses hasten to the gaze, And each his quarter-dollar pays. ' . " ^ ' ' . "iww i m . ' •f-^ni li ! ,i1 W i 50 THE TARCE AT Alas that millions should be led, The willing dupes of priestly guil^, To desecrate the day of God, His so-called temple to defde With dead men's bones, and rites untold — ' And all for gain in paltry gold. Behold the puny set of bones In grand procession borne along ; Inaugurated midst the pomp Of Holy C?) mass, and solemn song ; And then in mystic order laid Among the ranks of holy dead. But who was he ? Inquirers ask : Let all such impious thoughts be hushed, EiiGu^^hto hoar the Bi?hop say It is his genume, sacred dust. And though he cannot tell you where lie lived or died, his bones arc there. But when the Bishop's end is gained, And cash is poured into the box, He'll smile to find how well he played His part in the successful hoax ; Then blush to tliink how low he stooped. To have his flock completely duped. HOBOKEN. 51 An'.I when the solemn farce is o'er, St. Qui.jtus shall in silence lie, To grace some consecrated niche, No more to meet the public eye, Unless recalled in future days To rule a ftHe, or " make a raise." But should occasion yet require, Another saint shall soon be found, To swell the pile of holy things, (]) And gather devotees around. The tomb resources ever meet The fresh demands of every cheat. For all the Catacombs are full Of bones of each convenient size. And when Tradition finds a name, 'i'he Pope and Priest will canonize, And curse th:^ heretic that dares Reject the new-niade saint of theirs. But should his home resources fail, Let Bi:shop Baily quel! his fears ; Exhaustless Pv^onie will yet supply "Ihe skeletons of by-gone years ; For Pio in his stock on hand, "Will find a saint for each demand. ii * 1 I I II' 't ^i III i THE FARCE AT But thouiih be is infallible, The old decrepit man forgets, And in bis eagerness to please, He often labels double sets.* But then of course the holy ones Were all possessed of double bones. But Kirwan and his faithless cretv, Who dare such fallacy expose, The Bishops doubtless will denounce As Pio's most malignant foes ; But though the Pope himself should curse, Shall Kirwan be one whit the worse 1 The powers of Anti-Christ may frown, Anathemas, and curses roar, But Rome shall shortly be destroyed, And men shall be deceived no more. Then Truth and Rif^hteousn«5S shall reig?! O er Superstition's wide domain. ■*londi(l present sent by the Queen of ^5])5iin to tlie Pope, his h<;linc33 sent her the akeleton of St. Felix the Martyr. The value of the gift has, how- ever, been somewhat diminished since it has been discov- ered that Spain has already two veritable skeletons of the same saint I — Extract from Canada EvaagdUU eu of m of how- lOOV- nsof HOBOKEN. 53 Iloboken ! may thy nights be cle:ar» And Newark ! luminous ihy tombs, That the deceivrr may descry The bony treasures he exhumes ; That he may see to ply his spade At his resuscitating trade. But should some learned bishop say That they are sent direct from heaven, Or brought by angel bunds from Home, Implicit credit must be given ; And woe to him who disobeys, Or doubts the truth of what he says. Who would corn the meanest wretch, Wh J shoii.u attempt the same deceit ; And why should mitred charletans Exult in success so complete ; And with renewed tricks, secure The scanty earninis of the poor ?* * F;itliei- ».;'liiniq'jy, well known in (>MUHtlar'*d him to " J:ulii3 Isciriot" and '-the im!)ion.4 AhMb." and his ftdlow priests to " (lojrs," and d;*clar(».s him ?r.ore t'xr»ert in the art of .'70/:/c^////j,'' moncv^ than in liis clerical duties. " Yet. Father (^IhiiJqiy lias ta.iorh! liis people to see God in the Pope, th'.' Pope in ihe Hishop; and |»riest ; and therefore accordin;^ to liis own princi- ples, he is opposing God." Thi? is nearly equal to one Pope's excomrannicating another. r .; ii! 54* THE FARCE AT Ye Freemen wake to common sense, Assert your liberty ; be free t And with united hearts renounce The hip'h demands of Popery, Now let Americans unite, To bless the world with Bible light. The Pope and Priest may rule and reign, A few more days or years at most, Till in the day of righteous wrath, The mystery of sin be lost. When God to desolation bri^s The merchandise of holy things. Go read the Revelations, ye Who doubt the guilt of Papal Rome j An (T In that sacred volume see The prophesies of wrath to come, When Babylon the Great shall fall, And shall be found no more at all. The Anti-christian Beast may rage, And to his inmost cell retire ; But Power Divine shall fetch him thence, To judge him in his righteous ire ; For though he seems to tarry long, God shall avenge his peoples' wrong. I HOBCKCN. Then shall the truths of Holy Writ Be known, and read from shore to shore, And earth rejoice in freedom's light, "When Priests and Relics are no more ; Then truth, and love, and Gospel light Shall chase the gloom of Papal night. 55 ?:n\ ¥■ n •:t 1 TfiANSUaSTftNTlATION VERSU3 COMMON SENSl— A TAlE. A lady livd — no matter where, Provided that my tale be true, Cf nob'e lineage, jounj and fair, A Protebtant, and wealthy too : Betrothed to one whose every hope Of heaven was center d in the Pope. An earnest Lutheran was she, A rigid Romanist was he. At length he brought 'the parish Priest, Who sought to have her views refoniiM ; .But she recanted not the least. For she was very well inforni'd ; And though the Priest from day to day Was teaching her the better (1) way. Yet common sense with her prevail' J, And q\ his elocution fail'd. '1 he lady was no easy prey, E-t^ecting all the arts employed, She loved the good old Bible way» At which the Piiiist was m»jch annoyed ; At leii::!;th the wily ^nav ihoiic'.ht To have his victim fairly caught, For he should wield with high command His 1 ransubstantiating hand. * ! 4 1 THANSUBSTANTIATION. 57 The lad ' gave assent, but said With all benign an J due respect, 'i hat sbe iKr.-s'-lf W)'i!d n-.r! the bread: — Of course the Priest coull not object, But ere with mutual consent, The lady to her baking went, They fixed the time, tlie day, the hour, When he was to exert his power. They met around the holy (?) feast, '1 he eh'me.its were all urrangcd, " We bless the bread," rejoined the Priest, " And it is all divinely changed." '* And is it really -:o T ' inquired The sceptic lady ; who desired To see the miracle take place. Before she finiihed Pvome's disgrace. " O yes, it is indeed, ' he said, '* Be it distinctly understood This wafer is no longer bread. But .fesus Christ, His Body, Elood/ " ^ And itluij sil\v;i}-sbyon ih-o f.iith uftlicUMe (Jhi'.ri'Ii ■ !i;; :.ira3(ildt.sly on the ooniecration tho true body an-l -he :.L uj blood of our Lord J83U3 Christ are. together 68 TRANSUBSTANTUTION. [ Divinity and Soul complete, Iltc corpus meumy take and cat, For Jesus when he blessed the bread, * This is my body,' plainly said." The lady answered undismayed, The more convine'd of the deceit ; " If it be truth that you have said, " You need not hesitate to eat ; " But for my part I'm uxuch afraid " To taste the wafer 1 have made : " For after all your latin prayer, " There's deadly poison lurking there." Th' intended husband quickly saw How Transubstantiation failed ; The whole assembly, struck with awe, Eyed the Confessor while he quailed Beneath that righteous woman's eye, As pale as if about to die ; But in the midst of all pretence He gave the sway to coynmon sense, with his soul and bis divine nature, present under the form of the bread and wine." — Council of Trent, sixth article. I — ■ »tm»\ *.**.!— I, ^».fc^ 1 >^ l> 1 1 I ' I VERSUS COMMON SENSE. For he himself did not believe The '* lying wonders" that he taught, And in his efforts to deceive Was ever mortal better caught 1 From sudden death the Popish elf Had wit enough to save himself, But in a foul deceiver's name He found his infamy and shame. 59 Ye Roman Catholics attend The gracious and the heavenly call, And trust in Christ, the sinner's friend, Who freely gave himself for all : The Mass for Sin can not atone. But Jesus Christ, and He alone. The only Sacrifice for Sin, Your love and confidence should win. r the lixtb I » ^11 itt m ''i * ::1 ' 4 ■*»^«— fc ■■! mmi Jtifc fc DEDINI'S VISIT TO AI^ERICA. T HERE iji an ancient Hermit among the Roman li.lis, [I c seems to be detemined to conquer human wills, I:] xpectiu-i no one to oppose, but all to bear his ills. P oor old decrepid creature, how strong is his desire O n earth to reign supremely through Bibhop i^i; st and Friar. P ride, &in, and arrogance in him in/al/iUi/ coin- plete, E arth's uionarchs he would have to cringe like vassals at bis feet. Could the Pontiff of Ptome have his wishes fiilfdl'd The Inquisition would flcuriih, and Protestants burn, But the cup of iniquitj soon will be filled, And the ages of darkness shall never return ; For the blood of the saints has long deluged the earth, The martyrs of Jesus for vengeance do call, The Lord shall arise in the day of his wrath, And dooATied to perdition shall Anti-christ fall. ■ i I BEDINI'S VISIT TO AMERICA. 61 like the til, fall. I Great Babylon, drunk with the blood of the saints, Shall receive the reward of her manifold crimes. The Lord is preparing important events, As we can perceive by the signs of the times, For the world is aware there is trouble in Rome, The day of the Lord, which approaches each hour, We believe to be nigh, for her downfall and doom Is as clearly revealed as her progress and power. And now that the Vatican's getting too small, And the Son of Perdition is tremblingr with fear He makes an attempt to enslave and enthrall America too ; and be sovereign here. So he sent us a Nuncio named Bedini, Who came in disguise, as a traitor could do, But soon we discovered 'twas he who had skinned Hugo Bassi alive, so we bade him adieu. * * " The bulcher Bedini, was sent out as his re; resen- tative to America. The blood of Hugo Bassi, and of a host of noble patriots, the slow martyrdom and agonies of many a liberal and high-minded youth, now rotting in the dungeons of Rome, and finally, the late revival of all the terrors of the infamous Inquisition, sufficiently point out Pio Nono as a relentless tyrant." — Montreal Wilntss. I i ( W. i /SB,') ; l». r -i G2 bp:dini s visit It seems that his Iloiincss (I) thought that thcUnion AA^ouhl acknowicdgo Bedini and forward his cause, But wc let Iiim return to inform Pio Noao We should never suhmit to canonicnl laws. He had come with great pomp, but departing in sorrow, Left the Bishops in tears, and the Priests with- out hope, His unsanctified soul was o'erwhclm-ed with horror When he found we rejected the claims of the Pope. Ashamed of himself, and much more of his mission, And stung to the heart at his failure complete, The world never heard a more doleful confession Than he made to the Pope while he knelt at his feet. It was said that he wept, and 'twas scarcely a wonder That his Catholic (?) soul should be rent with alarms^ But his holiness thought the infallible blunder Might yet be corrected by valour of arms. rr m vith- orror f the ssion, nlcte, sion It at |ely a with Ir s. TO AMERICA. G3 So he 5cnt nn infallible Bull of instruclioRS To a man in New York and the rest of his chin, AVho now I'ailhfiilly seek to control the Electicns And return ropislnnemhcrs wherever they can. ' lis chieily by strata;^enis tliat he succeeds : Grim ho^^ts of deceivers are ever at hand, And by skilful manauivrcs and treacherous deeds His agents are active in every laid. For the Romish Hierarchy knows no al]co:iar.cc But what is sworn to the Pontilf while ir.issin2: his toe, And the masses instructed in passive obed'encie AVill follow the Priesthood wherever they go. These thiniis have too lon<» been re^-arded as tiiflcs. Till they've almost obtained a supremacy here, But now we'll oppose, without cannon or rifles j The Know Nothing army will check their career. '11 mi I ft FATHER M'DONALD & THE SCOTTISH YOUTH. A Talo about Purgatory. Fair Scotia rears her miglitj hills Whore clans were wont to rally In days of yore, when Druid lore Was echoed through each valley. The land where Bruce and Wallace bled, (Were heroes ever bolder I) The land of brooks and sturdy oaks, And rocks that never moulder. Land of the Thistle and the Lark, And mountains clothed with heather. Land of no slave, but where the brave Unconquered dwell together. Land of our father s^sepulchres, — Fond fancy loves t'unravel The great events which memory paints, Where Queens delight to travel. We mioht relate a thousand facts Of Scottish resolution, But now we tell no thrilling tale Of bloody persecution. r. A TALE ABOUT PURGATORY. 65 But we relate a story brief, About a Roinisli friar, How be essayed to cbeat a lad, And bow be proved a liar. A Scottish youtb bad gone abroad, To scenes of bardsliip hurried, Years rollinsr round, returned, be found His fiither dead and buried. The priest apprised of bis return, He hastened to condole him. And brought the comforts of the church, On purpose to coasole him. Thi friar said *• My worthy lad, t Your father was anointed With h(>Iv oil, but all this while ' He's sadly disappointed. *^ Your fath T was a pious man, i But wc arc very sorry Tu have to say, that such as he Is still in Purgatory. ill ) ! I ^ 66 A TALE ABOUT PURGATORY. " He paid us well, and we have prayed, For we would not deceive him, But yet alas ! another mass Is needed to relieve him. " For after all the prayers we've said, To have his soul retriev-ed, Tis sad to think, while on the brink His toes are not reliev-ed. " And now, my lad, if you have aught, You'd better see about it, If cash be given, he'll go to heaven, He cannot do without it." ** Oh, sir,*' replied the youth, while ho Did in his heart disdain him, " If father's out, without a doubt His toes vvill not detain him." However ridIculon3 the above may apnear, it is cer- tainly not more so thnn many incideni:^ recorded in " MoGuvin's Protestant.'' Tiic man's name was An_ tliony MttcDonaidj Piiest of the Parish of Small Isles, «co tland. 3 cer- ed in s An. Isles, APPEAL TO THE FREEMEN OF AMERICA. Tune : " Caledonia." Children of the Filgrim Band, Who came eve.- to this land, Suffering nobly, hand in hand, In a righteous cause. Poor, afflicted and disdained, They the loss of all sustained, While your freedom they obtained, And the world's applause. Did your fathers come by stealth 1 Did they seek for hidden wealth? Sought they undecaying health As their great reward] No, the Pilorim Fathers were Men of holiness and prayer. Forced to seek a refuge, where They might serve the Lord. Much they suffered here below; Ye their trials fully know, Forced to foreign Kinds to go, Struoolinfi^ to be free. Prelates in an evil hour Sought to exercise thoir power, Nonconformists to devour. With bloody cruelty. ,.t; ISi' ' •I'l- m 1 1 t, 68 APPEAL TO THE Then a noble Band, and free, Braved the dangers of the sea, Firmly thej resolved to be Spiritual slaves to none. Left the Bishops and their slaves, Crossed the Lreat Atlantic waves, Trusting in the Lord who saves And redeems his own. Landed safe on Plymouth Rock, Thus an aj^ed ri'r^.'im spoke ; *' Now we're free trom every yoke, (^n a foreign shore ; God the giver of all good, Our doibnce in dangers stood ; He will now provide our food. Him let us adore." • "Wl.' 1 upon the ;>arren sand Knelt that persei utod band, God was pl:\i.-o'l to conunand His blessing' iliore to rest. Thov. exih'd (o forci^ni narts, Felt the joy hi-s in'acc imparts : J<':ius malro.s bcli-.-vors lioirts .lovous 1,lu)ii<>h di>^tressed. FREEMEN OF AMERICA. Did your Fathers thus employ All their efforts to enjoy Freedom^ and shall Rome destroy Freedom's bulwark here ] No. Their sons resolved to Know Nothing, but their freedom. Go Arm in arm to meet the foe, Without thought of fear. Children of such noble sires Wake up ! Wake up ! it requires Courage to oppose the Friars — Freedom's deadly foes. Vassals of a foreign power, Seeking whom they may devour, " Now's the day, and now's the hour," Their inroads to oppose. Men of energy and might, Peaceful, yet resolved to fight In the cause of truth and right. Firmly take your stand. This the doctrine ye should teach, Equal rights .or all, for each: Priests and Bishops ought to preach, Not to rule the land. 69 m ii '{ f"i m - ^1- 1 i' H ' ■ ' ^Bft ■ 1 ■L. 70 APPEAL TO THE Go ye forth tlieii to protect The eqiui! rightis of every sect, Stand prepared in this respect, For whate'er revolves ; While iiiulaunted forth ye go Never persecute a foe, Let the Prie>:to and Bishops know Ye are not llie icol/vcs. If you think tis too severe Thuj to represent them here, Go to iloine where they appear In their colors true : See the oppressive Tyranny, See the abject misery, Fruits of Popish villany Deeds of darkest hue. Go to Erin's ruined Isle, See the fruits of priestly toil. Death, confusion, and turmoil, llenew-ed every day. Fertile fie'ds in ruin see, Mult tudes in heooai-y^ M\ because that Popery Has unbounded swav. freem;:n of amepjca.. 71 I Turn to Lower Canada Where the Clci^y lulc the day, See how vigorour'ly I hey Drain th^' j)iibh*c purse, '^J'o endow each I'ojii.-Ji ^iiint Through a yielditiji; Pariiranrni ; They the weiJlh ihal God Lai^ :-;ent Change into a curse. Ever withering far and wide Are th' etVects of Popish pride, It can never he denied, Eut 'tis always so ; For there never was a land AVhere th^ Prie.'^ts had sole command But wa^ fdled on every hand AVith nii.^ery and woe. If you do not now prevail Over those v.hoin vou a«isail, Days may come when you will quail At their woir^4i howl : Your noble institutions then, W hich produce such worthy nien, Shall he each a Dragon's den Full of Friars foul. 'i 1^ !ii 72 APPEAL TO THE They'll oppose your Common Schools, They'll pronounce your .teachers fools, And enjoin on all the rules Of the Popish way ; Then will all have to confess, And the Priest will never bless With forgiveress, unless There is cash to pay. Where a kingdom is enslaved To a system so depraved, Ichahod is then enrrraved On its very soul. The fairest land beneath the skies Never can to affluence rise. Wealthy beggars in disguise, Priests devour the whole. Oh ! the sorrows of the day Should this land become their prey ! Knowledge then would flee away, Days of woe begin. Then would ignorance extend To the land's remotest end. Modern Titzeh yet may vend Indulgences for sin. % ii; FREEMEN OF AMERICA. Then shall Protestants expire 'Nealh the rage of Popish fire, If these bloody men acquire All the power they seek. Nothing else need you expect If your freedom you reject, FostVing such a wicked sect. Seem they e'er so meek. Then must all obey the Priest, From the greatest tojthe least. Giving glory to the Beast, The Beast that was and is." But his reign shall end below. For the Scriptures fully show He shall to perdition go — Then shall trouble cease'. Then the church shall be restored. And the people of the Lord Shall exult with one accord In their songs of praise. Superstition's reign shall cease, Many prisoners find release. And the earth be filled with peace In the latter days. 73 ;1 f^ I w- THE RUNAWAY SLAVE i A TALE. ** HO ! hunters, here's a job for you ! A young mulatto lady Has run away ; ye must pursue — So get your horses ready. " She fled before the break of day And left her all behind her ; I calculate she's gone that way, Your dogs will surely find her. ^* If she should gain the Under Groundy To Canada they'll send her ; I wonder where she can be found, — What trifles did ofiend her ! 'Tis true, I sold her only child. And this has sadly grieved her ; But I was merciful and mild, And thought I had relieved her. " And when she laid him last to rest, How fondly did she kiss him ; But he was such a little pest I thought she'd never miss him. Cil iiii THE RUNAWAY SLAVE. 75 ** So when the Xegro-traJer came, His lawful trade pursuing, I thoug;ht it neither sin nor shame To do as all are doing. " For you're aware we all allow A negro is a chattel, And so we buy and sell him too As Britons do their cattle. " But when she found her child was gone She made a deal of batiter ; 1 really never thought till then That she was such a juothejr. " I never saw such agony, Nor heard such lamentation, But you must bring her back to me — She's worth my whole plantation, " And when you overtake the gal^ Don't let the dogs abuse her ; I can afford to pay you well, But can't afford to lose her." V '" I \di !' 'I I t |. ! - ; { I : I >ing booty, PursuPtl their way with yell and shout, And Congress called it duty. They phing'd their steeds through mire and mud, Determined to reclaim her, Their dogs advancing far aiiead, They found and overcame her. How long they f.ught, no tongue can tell, But she w^as overpower-ed, And there the feeble creature fell By savage dogs devour-ed. And ere their masters come in sight All animation ceases, The dogs in their extreme delight Have torn the slave to pieces ! Ye northern freemen ! wake to wrath At this narration awful, An injured woman bit to death, While Congress makes it lawful ! THE RUNAWAY SLAVE. But do ye not regard with awe The words thiit God hath spoken ? His rifrhteous and his hij>her law By Congress proudly broken. 77 mud, The wrath of God may yet descend And strike his foes with terror, And show slaveholders in the end Their folly and their error. ' I . Hi IT I I' I : !) In the Montreal Gazette of November, 1856, a letter appeared copied from an American paper, written by an Alabama Clergyman, of which the followin^f is an extract : " God Ins pprmitt-ed tlio niiti-slavory men in the Is^orth, in Enginnrl, in Frfuico, and ( verywliorn, so to blind them- selves in hypocrisy as to friv(3 the southern shiveholder his last perfect triumph over them. For God tells the planter to say to the North, to Filnglund, to P'rance, to all who buy cotton, '' Ye men of Boston, New York, London, Piiris — ye hypocrites — ye brand me as a pirate, a kidnap- per, a murderer, a demon, fit (uily for hell — and yet, ye buy my blood-siainrd cotton. 0! ye hypocrites ! Ye Boston hypoci'ires — why don't you throw the cotton into the sea, a.s your fathers did the tea. Ye lioston hypocrites — ye say, if we had been born in the days of our father.^, we would not have been i)a)'taker3 with them in the blood of the slave trade. Wherefore ye be wit- nesses unto yourselves, that ye are the children of them who in fact, kidnapped, and bought i'.? blood, and sold the slave in Ani'ric'i ! For, now ye liypocrites — ye buy the blood-stained cotton in quantities so immense, that ye have run up the price of slaves to be more than a thousand dollars, the averao:e, of old and young ! ! ye liypocrites — ye denounce slavery, then ye bid it live, and not die, in that ye buy sugar, rice, tobacco, and above all, cotton ! Ye hypocriles — ye abuse the devil, and then fall down and worship him ! Ye hypocrites — ye New England hypocrites — ye old England hypo- crites — ye French hypocrites — ye Uncle Tom's Cabin F. A. ROSS' LETTER. 79 hypocrites — ye Bcccli'^r by;)Ocrites — ye Rhod*^ Island Consociation liy])OC:'Ues. ! your holy twaddle stinkp in the nostrils of (Jod, and He commands me to lush you with my scorn, .md His scorn so long as ye gabble ;ibo nt the sin of slavery, and then bow down to me, and buy and spin cotton — and thus work for me as truly as my slaves — ! ye fools and blind — fill ye up the measure of your folly and blindness, and sliame. And this yc are doing. Ye have, like the French infidels, made reason your goddess, and are exalting her above the Bible. And in your unitarianism and neology and all modes of infidelity, ye are rejecting and crucifying the Son of God. " N"ow, my brother, this controlling slave power is a world-wide fact. It3 statistics of bales counts by millions. Its tonnage counts by hundreds of thousands. Its manufacture is reckoned by the workshops of Anier- ica and Europe. Its supporters are numbered uy aii who must thus be clothed in the world. This tremenflous power has been developed in great measure by the abo- lition agitation controlled by God. I believe, then, as I have already said — that God intends one of two things. He either intends to destroy the United Slates by this slave power — or he intends to bless my country and the world by the unfoldings of his wisdom in this matter. I believe he will bless the world in the working out of this slavery. I rejoice, then, in the agitation which has so resulted, and will so terminate, to reveal the Bible, and bless mankind. Your atfectionate friend, F. A. Ross." flv 1)1' ; V 'I h ■:■■■: i' i I ni !■ i • *■ ! -' To F. A. ROSS, D.D., Huntsvillo, Alabama. Right Reverend Sir ! what mighty wrath, And wond'rons light to thee is given, That thou canst thus distinctly state fp rhe great and wise designs of Heaven ] Astride upon thy " cotton throne," Abuse and sUmder all mankind, And pour a flood of malice forth, To ease thy dark, deluded mind. Preach Slavery, a boon to man, O'er which Eternal Love presides, Let <* Curs'd be Canaan" be the text, And say thy god " ordains" cowhides. Perhaps he d^es; you must adore Some Golden Calf, or Moloch elf, Ideal Balaam, or perchance Some " cqtton-Dagon" like thyself, But dost thou really think that we Oppose the l^ible and the Creed, If we shall not slave-holders be ] What kind of Bible dost thou read ? TO F. A. ROSS, D.D. 81 Or wouldst thou hear a part of ours, Which doth all selfishness condeimi ; " And as ye would that men should do To you, be sure you do to them." Go, read that passage, Reverend Hir, Thou cruel as the yawning grave : Go square thy conduct by that rule, And at thy peril own a slave. O cruel Ross ! dost thou presume To say the p 'or oppress-ed blacks Are beasts of burden, made by God To bear thy burdens on their backs ? BUsphemou?: Ross ! ho'.v canst thou dare Insult ihy Maker to His face, Sustain a most inhuman law, And charge '* decrees" with thy disgrace ? A Frenchman in a tempest caught, While thunders rolled, and lioflitninofs ;?hone, Addressed his Maker ; '* Cease tiiy storm, Or J will shout thee on thy throne.'' ri I i >i'ii. 82 TO F. A. ROSS, D.D. Jeliovah heard th^ blasphemy^ Which rose amid the thunder's roar, A moment's p»Tuse — another flash — The man was dead ! he spake no more ! Take warning, Ross ! take w\irnin£^ all Ye Bo7inies of the southern States, Who glory in your Cotton trade. And charge our God with what he hates. Go on ! enslave thy fellow-man, Go, buy and sell hiin — bring him low ; Enrich thyself with unpaid toil. And say that God would have it so. And deprecate all those who doubt As '^ hypocrites" and " twaddle stink" — It was from some Missourian You learned that pretty word, I tnink. Indi}>nant Ross ! if thou hast been To that dark place where demons dwell. In search of foul and angry words. In truth thou hast succeeded well. I ) TO P. A. ROSS, D.D. 83 Were we to judge thee by thy speech, Or by the foaming of thine ire, Then might we " guess" thy thoughts were forged Where human tongues are set on fire. Do we " abuse the devil" when The wrongs of slavery we tell ? — Now, sir, I always did suspect The Institution was from Hell. Audacious Ross ! resume thy pen, Prove slaves a boon to thee and thine ; And wilt thou tell us in thy next " Legree^^ and ^^Gordo?i^^ were divine ? 1 I THE DRUNKEN BEAR; A TEMPERANCE TALE. Founded on Fact. A SAVAGE Bear of mighty form, A sad voracious glutton, Who oft thi'ou2:h hours of niolitiv storm Devour'd his stolen mutton. And who, when midnight hours were toll'd, Arid Hoeks enjoyed their slumbers, Had ruietly entered many a fold And thinned the scattered numbers. • For ;' 'ippcars he never thought To uo an honest action : Of all the iirts which nature taught He only learned Subtracticm ; But though this creature had received Sue a limited instruction. The angry farmers soon ptrccived That he could teach Reduc'vm, At lengtl! one farmer (.'itjurfd man !) Against his deeds protrsted, Devising nT^ny a curious plan To have the brute am i.d. I . I THE DRUNKEX BEAR. In vain wjis l;iiu the wolI-snrinoM oun. Jn vfiin tlie poisonM inixt'ires; For Bruin tliouiclil it best to shun All kinds of dans' rous fixtures. 8f> So when much time vv,'\s spent in vain, Nor trap nor snare conld catch him, Tiie farmer counselled with his men, And they re'solv''d lo watch him. The farmer said : " Such doinos can No lofioer he endur-ed : So let us try some better plan To have tlie thief secur-ed. " We'll make a ' mess"* of meal and grog Well sweet LMicd with molassi s, And place it in a hollowM log Along the way he passes. " And vou, my l.iJs, will watch all niirhl, Witii muskets ever ready, And when the creature comes in sight Be sure your aira is steady/' . (■ i i', I i^ i i 86 THE DRUNKEN BEAR. His servants heard his wise advice And hasten'd to ohey him, They thought the bear wouhl be so " nice If they could only slay him. And so they made a clean, new trough To hold the pre[>aration. And then retired a short way off, And all was expectation. For several nights they watchM in vain Without a sight of Bruin, For Bears avoid designing men Who only seek their ruin. And then 'lis one of nature's laws (What other laws are stronger ?) That extra watching doth dispose The human frame to hunger. k?o one cold night the weary men Partook of Bruin's toddy ; For drunkards ever will maintain That liquor warms the body. They liked the fc^od, but they surpassed The bounds of moderation ; i> A TEMPERANCE TALE. And SO they laid them down at last In quiet intoxication. Then Bruin came instinctively, And found the mess delightful ; The sleeping hunters could not see Their own condition frightful. But when the Bear had far-ed well The world grew dark around him, And there the drunken creature fell, And there the farmer found him. For when day-light had fairly shone, Nor hunters had appear-ed, The farmer went, but 'tis unknown How much he felt or fear-ed. But who can judge of his aiar*m When on the ground he spied them, With Bruin's dark majestic form Extended close beside them. He seized a gun, dispatched the bear ; His death will end my story ; He roused the men, who rose to share Their portion of the glory. 87 *u: %' - "TWrri-|M .Utfiiirr FATHER BjNN:E'S ADDRESS To his Associates at the laauguration of Bachanan. (See "Thi: IIesult''— '• Dked.") B LOW ye tlie ** Trumpet of Liberty/' blow ! U nion is strength, and Uuchanan is in — C ount ye the price of your ** niggers ;" ye know 1 1 eaven sanctions the trade and it cannoi be sin ; A nd ye, my brnve comrades, be ready tor war, N ow let us all unto Kansas repair, A lul treat the Free-soilers to featl^ers and tar : N fcw England Fremonters may die of despair. " TM tar and feather these Northern abolition- ists if I could get at them " — Bonnie. ANOTHER. B lood-hounds may run four years at least U pon tlio trail of the oppressed. C o\rhides in human blood be tannM, II ioh-pressure shr;e \^\\^^ hourly plannM ; A re we not ^ri^^ to do our will ? N ow Father Dickson you be still, A 5 God did slavery '* ordain," N ay more, *' enjoin," it must remain. PSTER ANO PAUL The followinor lines were ocxasionod by a discus- sion which took pl.ico at a Vounu; Men's ChristiLiu Association, as to whether Peter or Pan! was the greater Apostle : — T don't expect to make a speech, Mucli less do r intond to prearli ; But to be plainly understood T must pronounce the essay pro \ On one great point T clearly see Tlie essayist ond I agree; And though the rest should differ wide, We will support it side by side, Because it is our firm belief That Paul has always been the chief, And if there ever was a greater. We hardly ihink that it was Peter. Paul travelled much from clime to clime, Accomplished more in much less time ; If usefulness will be the test He'll take the palm from all the rest ; TTe did more good, and wrote much more T' instruct the church till time he o'er: Can Peter be compared to such ? He did much good, but not so much. IMAGE EVALUATION TEST TARGET (MT-3) O 1.0 I.I W|^ 141 J28 US m ■40 I 1. I. MUu 2.5 2.2 1.8 1.25 1.4 1.6 ^ 6" ►

#^" 'V -^ Photographic Sciences Corporation 23 WEST MAIN STREET WEBSTER, N.Y. 14580 (716) 872-4503 &? s ^ K 6 \ ^ Ci^ 90 .♦j* PETER ANtf PAUL. m M' hh mn But what's the use of making speeches ? Just hearken to what Scripture teaches. Come take this Book, and there you'll see Who labored most abundantly. 'Twas Peter, was it ] no, 'twas Paul, Who labored much more than they all. Divinely taught, as all will own, He made the gospel fully known ; Conferring not with flesh and blood, He went commissioned by his God, The choice of Heaven, sent to proclaim Salvation through Emanuel's name To each far land and distant shore, Where Christ was never named before. Possessed of a superior mind, He left the others far behind ; Accomplished 'great and glorious thitfgs, And preached the gospel even to kings ; The great philosophers confuted, And in Tyranus' school disputed ; Confounded Judaizing teachers. And all the circumcision preachers. Instant in preaching and in prayer, The Churches were his daily care ; PETER AND PAUL. 91 Appointed Bishops to conduct them, And wrote epistles to instruct them. Aspiring not to worldly fame, To all men all things he became : Philanthropy and zeal combined, Made him the brother of mankind. He /sought his fellow-creature's good, Resisting even unto blood. Unwearied in his Master' s"cause, This greatest man that ever was. Enjoyed the brightest smiles of Heaven, Had visions of bright glory given. Caught up by God to Paradise, He saw his Saviour in the skies ; His soul enraptured at the sight Saw visions of eternal light. Yet such afhumble mind was his He gloried in infirmities ; " I care not what I am," says he, " That Christ's own power may rest on me." Thus scorning all distress and pain, To live was Christ, to die was gain ; He counted all his gains but loss Compared with Jesus and his cross. -' i i ,1 M sir ■ 92 PETER AND PAUL, But time would fail to tell vou all Tbe wonders of the apostle Paul ; Enough to say that when he died No mortal man his place supplied. The church of God sustained a loss When fell this champion of the cro§s ; He was, as some historians say, Beheaded near the Appian way , For bloody Nero rul-ed then, And put to death the best of mm* Much like the Popes of modern times, This was a tyrant steeped in crimes, Their prototype at all events, In persecuting of the saints, For which the Catholics display Such aptitude, that one might say That Nero must have given the rules By which they guide their training schools, For Priests who (if they had the power) Would all the Protestants devour. Grant them but this, and then you'll gee They will revive ih' Auto da fe ; Then would our Legislators learn That they must soon recant or burn. PETER AND PAUL. 93 And I am quite surprised to find Our Legislators grown so blind, As to supply with eager hands Their most exorbitant demands, Endowment bills, both great and small, Lands, cash, cathedral bills and all — Jn short whate'er is lost or gained The Romish Priesthood is mamtained. But lest they force me to confession, I must return from this digression. And say that mortals cannot trace The glories of the heavenly place. Where Jesus reigns supremely h gh, And wipes all tears from every eye. No eye ha*^h seen, no tongue can tell Of joys that are unspeakable. Which are in heaven reserved for all Who follow Jesus as did Paul. ^i - 'Vijfl (r !i" i I i A WILL CASE. • " The Columbia South Carolinian states that celebrated case of Mr. Willis, who took a colored woman to Ohio, freed her, and bequeathed to her and her children (who were also his own) all his property in South Carolina, has just been decided by Judge O'Neil. The will was set aside," — Mofitreal Witness, Let us suppose the learned judge soliloquizing as follows while retiring from the Bench : — (See a similar case chap. 8th, vol. 2 Dued.) O POOR Mrs. Willis ! her children are orphans, The Will that her late husband gave her Is worthless as vapor, the merest blank paper ; We found it our duty to " shave he?'^ What though she was purchased and freed by her husband, We stript her of all her possession ; In this land of freedom, as in that of Edom, To plunder we deem no transgression. A WILL CASE. 95 1 The Arab marauder may lurk in the desert, A robber beyond contradiction, But we do the matter much neater, much better. By virtue of lawful conviction. Congressional wisdom, as centered in Filmore, Has found out a patent invention, ^y which all our * niggers' are made slaves and beggars, Most worthy Buchanan's attention. No matter how wealthy the lady in question, She'll find to her indigent sorrow That we have decided the " made and provided," She'^s "just like a mule in the furrow." Equal rights, law and order, have lately attain-ed The zenith of glory in trio. Our soul-driving hunters have baffled Fremonters, And we are at war with Ohio. Hurrah for the Union ! Buchanan's elected, And Brooks with his canes and revolver ; * ♦ Preston S. Brooks has lately been presented with 17 canes, a revolver, and a cowhide. — Montreal Wilness. J> It '< 1 iji 93 A WILL CASE. Bad luck to the Beechers^ those marvelous preachers, Who constantly seek to dissolve her. Messrs Titmanh and Gord(m, with Cushi?2g and Jehyl, Such men are our diligent toilers ; The dogs oi Missouri may lend them their fmy In fully out-rooting free-soilers. But all Father Dickso)?s are certainly crazy ; Claytonian measures we shield not, We trample their feelings who vote for repealings ; We'll trample themselves if they yield not. Hurrah ! for the Union ; hurrah ! for Buchanan, Hurrah ! for the system we cherish ! The cowhide shall flourish while cotton we nourish, But poor Mrs. Willis may perish. WE WILL PUBLISH THE BIBLE, A Bible Society Hymn. HOW important that all should be found with delight " Coming up to the help of the Lord," If union is strength, let us firmly unite In our efforts to publish His Word, And while we assemble in unity so, Let divisions and iams disappear ; And what an encouragement is it to knQw That none can imprison us here. Let the grateful emotion each spirit inspire, That we do not with Tuscany cope ; We fear not the scoff of the infidel's ire, We dread not the wrath of the Pope. To the humble Madai who suffered so nsiuch Are Protestant sympathies given^ And the Scriptures assure us that hi si'ed ajre $uch. For theirs is the kingdom of heave^i. Our hands should be strong, and our hearts should be brave, While forth with the Bible we go, And here are a few of the reasons we have, For uniting our energies so. ■i I ii: w 98 PUBLISH THE BIBLE. We will publisb the Bible, because it reveals That holy ineflaole Name, Whose glorious presence immensity fills, For ever and ever the same. We will publish the BibJe, it teaches that Man Disobeyed his Creator and fell ; From that sorrowful moment the sinner became An heir of destruction and hell. We will publish the Bible, because it declares How Jesus came down to deliver The lost and the perisliing, making them heirs Of celestial glory forever. We will publish the Bible : the Spirit of Truth Is so clearly reveaUed therein, By whose operations the world is convinced Of righteousness, judgment, and sin. We will publish the Bible : it teaches that any Believer to Jesus may pray ; But the Romanists supplicate advocates many, By their spiritual guides kd astray. m- PUBLISH THE BIBLT3. 99 We will publish the Bible : in spite of the liiws or the man of perdition and sin ; The whole Kotuish Priesthood reject it because They are clearly denounc-ed therein. We will publish the Bible, though Catholics rage And seek the blest Book to destroy ; 'the hearts of bslievers in every age It has filled with unspeakable joy. We will publish the Bible: the Bib'e our Creed, And that without comment or note ; We will leave all Tradition to those who may need Such instructions to keep them afloat. We will publish the Bible in every lond, We'l' sell it, we'll give and bestow, Thar^all, in a language which they understand, The words of their Saviour may know. !.;: !l tl. I FATHER B. ANB BARBARA FORMAN; OR, *♦ The Tender Mercies of the wicked are cruel."— Solomon. A Ciiii-D Beaten to Death by a Romish Priest for Attendixo a Protestant Sunday School. — On Satur- day evening Councilman Paddock received information that a German child, named Barbara Forman, had just died from the effects of a severe beating received at the hands of her teacher, in the St. Mary's (Roman Catholic) parish school, who is also a priest. He informed Chief of Police Stedman, who having satisfied himself that there was good reason for believing the story true, ^ave information to Coroner Irwin, and an inquest was held yesterday. After a long and patient investigation, the jury unanimously gave the following verdict :- — '' That the deceased came to her death in consequence of whipfp!wg and beating received from and by the hands of Frederick Bauer, on or about the 21st of September, A. D. 1856. The said whipping and beating having been done with a stick or other weapon." — Cleveland Herald. Where Cleveland drinks a placid stream Which through Ohio flows, There lived a person nam-ed B., As many a reader knows. FATHER B. AND BARBARA FORM AN. And being thought a learn-ed man, lie taught ^t, Mary's School, And unto many a wayward child Applied his stout ferule. J3ut chief among delinquents were, ^ And first to feel the rod, The children who presumed to read The holy word of God. For Father B. resolved to show That they were erring fools, Who sent their children to be taught At ragged Sunday Jr^chools. A certain maiden, mild and fair, A child of tender age, Attending at a Sabbath School, Incurred his priestly rage. 'Tis true she heard of Him who die<} Us sinners to redeem, But Barh'ira Forman must not read A Book condemning him. 101 ^, W' m ¥ ' 102 FATHER B. AND BARBARA FORMAIJ. On Monday morn he called her up, Obeying Pio's creed, And said that she must then and there Do penance for the deed. Come now, Miss Fornian, you are doomed To lie upon this chair. He seized a cane, he laid her djwn, He took her by the hair. " Take that ! you heretic ! take that ! " — He struck her with his cane — He sat upon her, kept her down, While ^rithing with the pain. Her cries were piteous and loud. She begged the wretch to spare, But all her pleading was in vain. The man of sin was there. When father B.'s instructions were Infallibly complete, In hopes her heresy was cured, He sent her to her seat 1 »., \ ftiin .i'i'm 1 ■ 1 " I I . ...t . ^-1 . ... . ■ ... it I I i .. I ■ !^. FATHER B. AND BARBARA FORM AN. 103 Poor little Barbara ! she wept ; ' Convulsively she cried ; Her yonng companions led her home And that same week she died ! Proud Pio No7io now look down, Behold what Rome has wrought ! Come see what father B. has done, As by thy doctrines taught. Come Pio canoniie this man If thou art Holy (?) Pope, But if he gets what he deserves. He'll play upon a rope. When Herod learned that Jesus came To save our ruined race, At Bethlehem born, he sent and slew The children of the place. But Barbara Forman has been slain In this oiir modern day Because she loved to hear of Him Whom Herod sought to slay. li; «* iM ■ " >« . Hv THOUGHTS ON DEATH, HEAVEN, AND HELL. Purgatory a Cheat. BKHor.D humanity, in ceaseless column, Drop, one by one, into the silent tomb ; The closing hour of life is always sol.^mii ; Without the Bible, it would all be gloom. fp But there's a ray, by holy truth supplied, Which sheds immortal Hght on joys to come ; •Tis this has cheered our race since Adam died, And ii will cheer us till the last be dumb. Etern il Truth declares that we are dying, Thar death is cutting off 3!d Ac>;ea id Youth, And all ihe sepulchres around us lying, Confirm our sad experience of that truth. And while my trembling hand the pen is holding, A shid) of deith is passini]^ o'er my lines, For on a monnt tin-slnpe wi'hin beholdinix, A mourning b and to dust a friend consigns. Friends and relations weep ; it is no error ; And neighbors sighing, deenly sympathize ; THOUGHTS ON DEATH, ETC. 105 But Faith and Hope disiirm the grave of terror, For God hath said, " the dead in Christ shall rise." All who have trusted in a Savionr^s merit, Their spirits wafted to the realms above, A life of endless joy they shall inherit Around the throne of the Eternal Love. No eye hath seen the glories iinreveal-ed, The sunless light in which the saints adore, But in the spirit-land there's naught con- ceal-ed, Where mortal vision can exist no more. A day of judgment and of wrath impending Awaits the impenitent who die in sin — A place replete with torments never ending, Shall be their portion v^rith the wicked one. Rewards and punishments are represented, The first in glory, and the last in heil; An intermediate place has been invented, And we allow the cheat succeeded well. f:. i'Jri m 106 THOUGHTS ON DEATH, A Ptirgatorial fire in operation Is said to pnrg(^ all errors iniforfriven ; The priest on earth receives a compensation, And dupes believe their friends escape to heaven. While pontiffs, priests, and bishops are de- nouncing The doom of heretics on those who doubt, Let us adhere to Bible truth, pronouncing The Purgatorial farce a cheat throughout. And we prefer to rank with '^ unbelievers ^^^ Than fate with those who teach a mon- strous lie ; For we esteem them covetous deceivers Who buy and sell the souls of those who die. Ye poor, deluded Catholics, attend ! Go rend the Bible for yourselves alone, And learn the love of Christ, the sinner's friend. How God-man Jesus did for sin atone. 9? HEAVEN AND HELL. 107 And humbly on his finished work rslyiug. Accept liini as your Prophet, i'r.est, uud 11 cud ; Then will you need no Holy Oil when dying, Nur [jriest to pray lor you when you are dead. Behold a dying Saviour, who adilresses Th' expiring malef ictor by his side, (Without a word of purging fire or masses,) '' To-day in Farad i:>e tliuu shiilt abide." How sad to see the French Canadian nntion In such complete subjection to the Pope; To riles and forms they trtist their whole salvation, And die bereft of any solid hope. Ye Protestants of every name, endeavor To teach ihe Frencli the holy wi rd of God, That they may know the truth and live for- ever — Their sole reliance on the Saviour's blood. ' ii 11' ili-i! Ii 1 108 THOUGHTS ON DEATH, ETC. The doom of priests and pontiffs is rocorded, Who make the merchandize' of souls a trade, And with confusion they shall he rewarded When they shall fail to find the place they made. THE DEATH OF THE*" MAINE LAW" IN CANADA. '' A Man's a Man lor a' thjat.'^ — Burns. Ye liquor dealers, lend an ear, Ye publicans, and a' that ; Pursue your work, devoid of fear, -Distil, and sell, and a' .that ; You've gained the day, rejoice and shout, Renounce the pledge, and a' that; The Maine Law Bill has been cast out By So and So, and a'* that. They pledged their honor to uphold The temperance cause, and a' that ; But, traitor-like, they went and sold Themselves, and votes, and a' that. Some belter men were laid aside, In humble life, and a' that ; But So and So, they swelled with pride. Betrayed their tru^yt, and a' that. orded, ouls a arded le they ^NADA. shout, out 1 d mt. pride, DEATH OP THE MAINE LAW. 109 Anrl then how wondrous wise they were When asked the cause, and a' that ; Some said they " thought it was not fair," And so opposed, and a' that. But when the next elections come, Our M.P.P.'s, and a' that, We'll let them walk before the drum. To cheat no more, and a' that. Perhaps they dearly loved tlieir Ale, Their Brandy, Wine, and a' that, And so jumped in to turn the scale, To fiivor self, and a' that. Ye liquor-men, with one accord. Express your thanks, and a' that; Send them Champagne for their reward, They'll serve you yet for a' that. m" m I. H "I ii :'il " I i 'I I, THE MURDERESS. Far in the distant regions Of sunny Maryland, Wliere negroes die in legions, With no kind friend at hand, There lived a certain woman — We^ll call her Mrs. G. Who proved herself inimman As Southern wftdes can be. One lovely summer evening, To rest she did repair, A tender infant leaving Beneath a maiden's care. Awhile she watched it sleeping. And careful vigils kept, But o'er her sorrows weeping, The weary maiden slept. The midnight sounds v\ ere dying Beyond the distant hill ; The infant vyjked up crying, The servant slumber'd still. The mother roused from slumber, She found her sleeping there, She seized a piece of timber, And killed her in her chair. THE MURT")ERESS. Ill ' Her head completely shattered, Her brains upon the floor, The murder '* (tWe mattered^'' The Im^s they could endure. The mangled corpse was carried Before the rising* sun, And secretly was buried, As was " Aunt MillyV son. No trial, judge, or jury. Annoyed tlie guilty one, For could she not assure them The slave was all her own ? And so she slew the woman, None asking '* ivJiy"^ or *• how^^ By treatment more inhuman Than butchers would a cow. She stood upon the morrow, A murderess confessed, But breathed no word of sorrow, While she her babe caressed. We leave this savage creature To quote the law she pleads ; The laws in every feature We blame for all such deeds. !)^ rH' ADDRESS TO FRANCE. O Land of Revolutions ! land of France ! Shall we record thy fame in human tears? Who shall essay a brief historic glance, Or write a prophesy of future years 1 O land of Guillotines ! thy crimson pall Overshadows thee with gloom. Bereft of hope A bold usurper from thy throne may fall, And in his turn be helpless as the Pope. Thy bayonets, like a flood of glittering spears. Are clustered round the old enormous pile ; The " Man of Sin" has reigned a thousand years, And thou would'st now perpetuate his guile. O land of Huguenots ! the Pope may toil From sin infallibly to set thee free : But Charles the Ninth'^s unprecedented guile Shall ever be a stigma upon thee. O land of massacres ! thy guilt so great, What priestly absolution can efface ? Can penance purge the throne where Louis sat, Or St. Bartholomew's deep stain erase ] ADDRESS TO FRANCE. U3 ; No, verily ; the Pope himself may bles» And send his benediction to thine heirs ; But there's a God who rules in righteousness, And if He bless not, vain are Latin prayers. And though thy infidels deny His Name, And wily Jesuits usurp his power. His Attributes, immutably the same, Shall yet be glorious in his vengeful hour. ii n I '{ ^•: 31 '11!' ri-j m ADDRESS TO THE QUEEN ON THE FALL OF SEBASTOPOL. God bless Our Gracious Majesty the Queen, And crown Her life with happiness and peace, And t' ough the earth around at arms is seen, Bid War, with its impending terrors cease. The Russian Despot thought to conquer all The Earth, and be supreme from sea to sea ; But his mistake is written in his stronghold's fall ; The tale is linked with glory and with Thee. The Allies wave their banners oVr the spot, Wiih all good faith as yet on every side, But France is faithless ; we should trust her not ; Napoleon may throw the mask aside. For though it suits his purposes to go Forth in connexion with the noblest Fleet, The "faithful Ally" yet may be the foe, And prove the very essence of deceit. Astounding wonders yet may rise and set ; Is France a Kingdom 1 and is he the heir 1 The self-made Emperor of Gaul may yet Seek to avenge an uncle's doom somewhere. 'i>^«M.MMi ADDRF.SS TO THE QUEEN. 115 Th3 Pope is clo«fHy linked with France : alas ! We can but fear results, loo blind to see How God will bring His own designs to pass; But still we pray for England and for Thee. And though the continent should rise to arms, And Gog and Magog should contend for Rome, The Lord preserve Thee safe from all alanns, From foes abroad or treacherous friends at home . When Britain has subdued despotic Czars, Then shall the nations of the earth be free ; But midst the toil of commerce and the djn of wars, The holy and the pious pray for Thee. Victoria ! Thy throne be ever free From '^ base usurper," and from popish knave ; That noble flag unfurled on every sea, Which never casts a shadow o'er a jjlave. And should'st Thou deign to read my verses o'er. Poor, artless, and unworthy though they be, No gift or patronage do they implore, But simply happiness to Thine and Thee, m ANOTHER SONG FOR TRUE ORANGEMEN. We sing no dirge of bloody war, Where man with man is fighting, In which the angry nations are From time to time delighting. Our song is not of fallen Tyre : O'er Babel's doom we sigh not ; The Sheik and Sultan may expire III sorrow's bower, w.e cry not. The great Mogul may be no more, The Czar to judgment hurried ; We weep for no forgotten shore Where kings and queens are buried. We brood not now o'er China's doom, Where fire and sword are raging. Sebastopol may sink in gloom, But other war we're waging ; For we oppose the horn-ed beast, Whose mountain-heads are seven. The Man of Sin, the Antichrist, The foe of earth and heaven. f I. i ORANGE SONG. Some make the Pope their god, and so They every homage pay him. But we will never kiss his toe, Nor worship nor obey him ; For in the holy word of God, We have his rise reveal-ed, His Name,* his nature, his abode, Ml truthfully fulfill-ed. 117 1 . * Does not the title " Vicarius Filii Dei/' as assumed by Ire Popes, indicate the number of the Beast — 666 ? Let ' lie following table, based upon the Roman method of ■.(•mputation, explain : — V 5 I , 1 C 100 A... • « * q • D E 4 " • • • 1 5 50 500 6G6I!! See Rev. xiii. 18. ■li ^\: .i. I ?J w. :i ;;i 118 ORANGE SONG. But yet remains his f.'arful doom, The d:iy uf wraih iiiid terr r, Wh *ii in one hosir his end shall come, For all his sin and error. For popes and piie«it^ on earth hive reigned In long and dark siicoossion, And their apostasy has g;iin«»d The climax of transgression. The Pope is not his Holiness, We fear no charge for libel ; He would have all to him confess ^ He interdicts the Bible. His church is but a dragon''s den, Full of abominations ; Is not all this recorded in The book of Revelations t For th's he hates those truths, and still Endeavors to destroy them j Instructs bis followers to kill Those who are guided by them* ' V ed ORANGE SONG. So we Oppose this evil power, And all for him contending, For self protection, every hour Our energies are blending. And we commemorate the day, The day of wrath and battle. When brave Kin-^ William led the way Amid the cannon^s rattle. 119 And as King .Tames was forced to flee fn such complete confusion. So we expect we soon shall see The end of Rome's delusion. And now we pray, God speed our right, From all our foes defend us, And while we in his fear unite No evil shall attend us. We fear no Pope's anathemas Nor Prelate's indignation ; Our watchword in our righteous cause, Is, Peace to all creatiox. 'n "Yii i 1 ill ■;- .1 i« CONGLVSION. Unto His Holiness (?) the Pope We recommend this volume, He will perceive the truth, we hope, Of every word and column. But should he read with frowning eyes In spite of his conviction, Then let him know that we despise His curse and benediction. Poor man ! we pity one whose doom Is hourly drawing near him, But since he is the Pope of Rome We neither serve nor fear him, God bless Her Majesty the Queen, From Pio's wiles defend Her ; Surround Her throne with righteous men Who NEVER WILL SURRENDER. THE END.