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Show TO GOV. M>DU:F:FI:El. 'The patriarchal institution ofela\'ery.'-Gov. !.l'DunTE, KING of Carolina !-hail! Last champion of Oppression's battle! Lord of ricc-tierce and cotton-bale! Of sugar· box and human cattle ! Around thy temples, green and dark, Thy own tobacco-wreath reposes- Thyself, a brother Patriarch 1 Oflsaac, Abraham, and Moses · Whv not 1-Their household rule is thineLike theirs, thy bondmen foe\ its rigor; And thine, perchance, as concubine, Some swarthy prototype of Hagar. Why not 1-Like those good men of old, The priesthood is thy chosen stauon; Like them thou payest thy rites to goldAnd Aaron's calf of Nullification. 55 All fair and softly !-Must we then, From Ruin's open jaws to save us, Upon our own free working men Confer a master's special favors 7 Whips for the back-chains for the heelsHooks for the nostrils of Democracy Before it spurns as well as feels ' The riding of the Aristocracy ! Ho-fishermen of Marblehead !- Ho-Lynn cordwainers, leave your leather, And wear the yoke in kindness made And clank your needful chains tog~ther! Let Lowell mills their thousands yield, Down let the rough V crmonter hasten Down from the workshop and the field, ' And thank us for each chain we fasten. SLAVEs in the rugged Yankee land 1 I tell thee, Carolinian, never! Our rocky hills and iron strand Are free, and shall be free forever. The surf shall wear that strand away, Our granite hills in dust shall moulder Ero Slavery's hateful yoke shall lay ' Unbroken, on a Yankee's shoulder! No-George M'Duffie !-keep thy words For the mail plunderers of thy city, Whose robber-right is in their swords; For recreant Priest and Lynch-Committee ! |