Watson's Jeffersonian magazine [serial] . g grasp of greed. I have seen a nation prayingTo a God of burnished gold, And the thoughtless masses swayingTo a falsehood bald and bold. I have seen the right defeatedBy the briber s slimy grace, And the specious liar seatedHigh in Honors sacred place. I have heard a people groaningIn a despots galling chain. And the pallid child-slave moaning Through his nightmare trance of painhave known of patriots hootedWith the raucous cries of hate;have seen the future lootedBy the servants of the State,have heard of Justice scoutedAnd her rulings set at naught,
Watson's Jeffersonian magazine [serial] . g grasp of greed. I have seen a nation prayingTo a God of burnished gold, And the thoughtless masses swayingTo a falsehood bald and bold. I have seen the right defeatedBy the briber s slimy grace, And the specious liar seatedHigh in Honors sacred place. I have heard a people groaningIn a despots galling chain. And the pallid child-slave moaning Through his nightmare trance of painhave known of patriots hootedWith the raucous cries of hate;have seen the future lootedBy the servants of the State,have heard of Justice scoutedAnd her rulings set at naught, Till at times my soul has doubtedOf the truths by Conscience taught. But I feel the Earthquake pulsing Under Errors sordid crust;It will burst to birth, convulsing Mammons altars to the can feel the thrill vibrating Through Mankinds reviving soul,See the larger life awaiting, Hear the conflicts can see the Aurora beaming Through the morning mists of gray,And the blessed sunlight streaming On a happier, broader JIM-A OF SLAVE, TIMES BY FRANK E. ANDERSON. Folks were always remarking thediftereuce between Alick and Jim:the one, tall and straight and hand-some—with long, scented curls and avictorious black moustache—a Gany-mede in gingerbread, whose businessit was to wait on the table, but whosepleasure, to sport the Majors cast-off clothes—with a swagger unknownto ; while the other, small,bow-legged and soot colored, was of awistful countenance, and cleaned theMajors boots! Alick, who knew hisworth—(a thousand dollars had beenoffered for him more than once);—was everybodys favorite, while eventhe kitchen bullied Jim, so that hestaid out in the cold until Alick ledhim trembling to that chair in thechimney corner nearest the cheerfulflaming logs, and expeditiouslythrashed big Joe, the leading perse-cutor. From that hour Alick likedJim, but Jim loved Alick. Their master, the Major, was of theancient type. He was a believe
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