By some reprobate basely beguiled, She died in giving her little one birth So, under workhouse care Somehow the child grew up, Stunted and spare, upon stinted fare One drop of sweet in her cup,— And thus the years went round, And then to service she went; The stern taskmaster was easily found, The trembling apprentice as easily bound, Too deeply acquainted with sorrow and strife -Nay but, Liberty's Nest! Dear England, home of the Free! So frankly made welcome to strangers distrest, Can woman, or man, or childhood appear THE COALPIT GNOME. Bear witness, many a Place Where such bad servitude grinds,- And Toil never reaches the goal of its race, And Thraldom Liberty binds,— 293 And hardships, and evils, and wrongs you may see To rival almost the dark deeds of Legree! VIII. THE COALPIT GNOME. O CHEERFUL Christmas hearth! Bright with the blazing coals, And echoing clear with children's mirth, Ah, Christmas hearth! a gloomier light This dark hearse-reverie rolls! The coalpit !-come with me Deep down the perilous shaftAnd, how many objects sad to see, Pale abject girls and boys there be Doom'd to this deadly craft: Ah, blazing coals! what labour and pain From earth's hard bowels have torn you amain, The laden gang creeps on, Women with browbound packs, Up sultry galleries, one by one, Headlong dragging ton by ton These coals upon their backs! And children, aching with ague and cramp, And blows from merciless men, And dread of the pick or the knife, Good Ashley thine is the eye To pity and help such a slave; Priest and Levite, both pass by, His generous hands still save! And yet, how much remains to be done; For though in a Blue-book the battle be won, -They still drag coal-corves, ton by ton, White slaves from cradle to grave! OUR NATIONAL DEFENDERS. 295 IX. OUR NATIONAL DEFENDERS. ALL honour to Discipline !-happy the land Whose captains and colonels are strict in command, All praise to the captain,—whose spirited crew In spite of the storm or the fight! All praise to the colonel,-whose troops well in hand Or like a built wall on the battlefield stand, But, scorn for yon Admiral, bitter old Salt, Who swears "he'll make hell of his ship!" Poor Jack is right ready to watch and to work, All dangers to dare, and no duty to shirk,- Give, give him his comforts; for hardships enough But his heart is as soft as his bosom is rough And-General Martinet, one little verse Be kind to your men; for no blunder is worse Don't tease them with pipeclay; nor drill them too hard; Why shouldn't their beards be "outparding the pard?"— Let Jack and his brother, who fight for us, find As officers strict, but as gentlemen kind, And so to each Service good treatment shall bind X. SLOP-JOBBING. SURELY, to labour for what is not bread, To earn for an egg a stone instead, Cheap work, with victuals so dear; |