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 ittle Clincher, 
 
 A PAMPHLET 
 
 Devoted to the Pleasure of its Readers, 
 
 CONTAININ'G ACBOSTICS'ON THE NAMB OF 
 
 HENRY WARD BEECHER. 
 
 ALSO OTHER 
 
 PLEASING, SPICY POEMS, 
 
 ARTICLES OF INTEREST, 
 
 TOGETHER WITH 
 
 k if tit lIMIsil S@f@iP@ @f lenij Wat i ii@eh@r, 
 
 IN' VERSE. 
 
 Entered according to Act of Congress, in the ye»r 1875, by 
 
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 In the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Wasjungton. 
 
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 HENRY WARD BEECHER'S LOVELY MOODS. 
 
 With a moment's thought, the writer could not help, perceiv- 
 ing the great variety of moods, to which Henrj- Ward Beecher 
 is subject. While reading of his very "moody remarks to • the 
 committee, during his whitewash examination, his acknowl- 
 edged susceptibility to such a great variety of moods, according 
 to his delineation of them, must surely prove him innocent of 
 the amorous charges. For the benefit of the reader, is given a 
 description of a lew of the lovely preacher's particular moods. 
 At the starting point he must have had a baby mood ; after that a 
 boyish mood; then a growing manly mood; like other boys 
 he had wild-oat moods; a courting mood; a marrying mood; 
 a worldly mood; religious moods ; noble priestly moods; holy 
 ©rational moods ; very sympathetic moods, for his ewe lambs; 
 troubled moods ; careless moods; jjleasant moods; angry moods; 
 good moods; bad moods; rich moods; poor moods; happy 
 moods ; desponding moods ; hypothetical moods ; and " I wish 
 I were dead " moods ; a five thousand dollar mood, for Tilton. 
 We would like to ask if the giving of that seven thousand dol- 
 lars, was during the process of hypothetical, generous or selfish 
 moods, to coax Tilton to be quiet about his amorous callings ? 
 When that great big spider, Woodhull was after him, he had a 
 fly-like mood. At the point of Moulton's pistol, he must have 
 had a fearful mood, when Woodhull wanted him to preside at 
 her freelove lecture, he had a cowardly mood, and during the 
 Woodhull trial, he had a very innocent appearing, mum mood : 
 but things came that he could not maintain that condition; so 
 during his examination, he had various equivocal moods and 
 judging from what we read, he must have had some lecherous 
 moods ; and then he has moods for shedding crocodile tears. 
 When advising Mrs. Tilton to leave her husband, that was a 
 cruel mood; then he would have loving moods; so he had more 
 moods than an old maid. When in the presence of Mrs. Tilton, 
 he would have amorous moods; when preaching to his congre- 
 gation, he would have this mood and that mood. He would 
 preach in favor of spiritualism, in one mood, and against it, in 
 another mood. When he said in one of his sermons, that the 
 story of the Garden of Eden was but a parable; he was in a 
 doubting mood. Then he Tias praying moods and hypocritical 
 
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 moods. He had a whitewashing mood and picked a committee 
 to do the dirty work. He may have many other moods, bat 
 his last mood will settle the lovely nest-hiding. 
 
 We have seen an old hen have many broods, 
 But never, a man with so many moods. 
 
 ADVICE TQ BEECHER. 
 
 Within the lids of this pamphlet, is your great defense, 
 
 It has come, has come, with enormous expense ; 
 
 You. will feel and appreciate, with a tearful face, ' 
 
 That it is your only saving grace : 
 
 It will show you the great miraculous plan. 
 
 How sins can be washed from the vilest man ; 
 
 Hereafter act wisely, kind and good. 
 
 Pray ye and repent and do as you should j 
 
 Love all you can ; love if you must ; 
 
 But be mighty sly, that you kick up no muss ; 
 
 To each man and woman, be not so confiding 
 
 As to foolishly tell them, where you do your nest-hiding. 
 
 And all lovely secrets, that you sacred would keep, 
 
 Do not lisp them to angels, when you are asleep ; 
 
 For these nest-hiding secrets, they all use as leaven, 
 
 To kick up a muss, on earth or in heaven. 
 
 When you meet the loved maiden and kiss her fair cheek. 
 
 Say to her, tell it not to the angels, when you are asleep ; 
 
 For there is not a soul, no, not one. 
 
 That would sacredly keep, your nest-hiding fun. 
 
 ELIZABETH. 
 
 The silent tongue, can never be heard ; 
 Take pattern from the forest bird. 
 For sorrow may come, to the bird that sings ; 
 While near her nest, on the twig she clings. 
 The serpent on hearing, her notes so sweet; 
 Is allured to the spot, her nestlings to eat. 
 Nowall maids in the future, who are so confiding; 
 Whisper not to the breeze, of your lovtly nest-hiding. 
 
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 IT MUST BE FUN. 
 
 it must be fun, to hear Henry preachy 
 
 To those Brooklyn sisters he loves to teach ; 
 
 "With a lovely smile and a holy look, 
 
 He peeps upon them, in every nook — 
 
 His sweet toned words, sink deep in each soul, 
 
 And makes one think of the story of old : ^ 
 
 For there they sit, every Sunday as meek. 
 
 As the Magdalen did, at Jesus' feet ; 
 
 But think of the difference, between the two men, 
 
 The harlot we read, Christ did defend; 
 
 But Beecher's good mind, is a little too dark, 
 
 "Who ever knew him, to take a harlot's part, — 
 
 If any one talks of the free-love cause, 
 
 He will draw in his horns and preach about laws, 
 
 Just hear him on "Woodhull, what a hue and cry, 
 
 And then love the sisters — on the sly ; 
 
 Oh Beecher ! oh Beecher ! how can you do so, 
 
 "When every one knows, wherever you go, 
 
 That you have played truant, with the ladies of church, 
 
 Thus giving a cause, for this beautiful search. 
 
 And your glorious character, now is at stake, 
 
 Prison, death or Elizabeth, which will you take ? 
 
 Oh tears ! sweet tears, how many shall fall, 
 
 Prom the Brooklyn sisters, Christ or St. Paul ; 
 
 To atone for 3'our sins, with Almighty God, 
 
 And save your old back from his heavenly rod; 
 
 "We can't think it best, your course to condemn ; 
 
 As regards your feelings; you are like other men; 
 
 "With affectionate nature, so lovingly great ; 
 
 You would have got along niculy, with a large plate, 
 
 But the plate being small, and then being cracked, 
 
 You spil'd all your goodies and fell on j'our back. 
 
 Your wisdom you sec. was a little too weak; 
 
 For Elizabeth's conscience took a queer freak, 
 
 Had she not been foolish and owned up the corn, 
 
 This amorous scandal, would never have been born; 
 
 You cannot blame "Woodhull, her ax to grind ; 
 
 For you choose Elizabeth, with a weak mind. 
 
'The hit tie Clincher. 
 
 J!^ow Eeecher, oh Beecher, you learned noble preacher 
 
 With knowledge so great, as to be the world's teacher 
 
 You are not expected, in all things to be wise, 
 
 So that is the secret, where your rouble lies. 
 
 If you could have seen, an inch from j-our nose, 
 
 You then would have chosen, a more secretive rose ; 
 
 But as it is now, things look very dark ; 
 
 For to these funny stories, the people will hark : 
 
 But why do they harken, so intent and so long? 
 
 Because, the story's a sweet loving song. 
 
 Giving ligh'tupon things, most pleasing to man, 
 
 Of all his pleasures, in this jollj' land ; 
 
 Of all things on earth, or in heaven above; 
 
 There's nothing, that pleases like emotional love. 
 
 That's why, so much interest is taken, just now ; 
 
 In this great Be<5cher business and Brooklyn row. 
 
 Old Eve it is written, first ate of the fruit; 
 
 She then coaxed Adam and he followed suit. 
 
 After the serpent, had given her the wink. 
 
 She knew what was what and began to think. 
 
 That was the time, when trouble began : 
 
 God came in the garden and raised hob with man; 
 
 While Eve put on blushes, for an innocent show, 
 
 And said to her God, it could not be so j 
 
 But finally, God, took a sword by the hilt ; 
 
 She then murmured forth the great serpent's guilt 
 
 And like was the case with Elizabeth; so pale 
 
 When she owned to her Tilton, the sweet loving tale 
 
 Now Beecher, we know this is really too bad ; 
 
 But for some few reasons, we are hopping glad; 
 
 For nothing on earth, could have happened you knovj 
 
 To draw the attention, of this people so : 
 
 This subject's so delicate, so charmingly nice, 
 
 That it causes all people, to think of it twice; 
 
 Thus you perceive, with your wisdom and wit 
 
 You could not have done better ; no not a bit; 
 
 To make people think and make them talk 
 
 Of things that before, had been u.nder the lock: 
 
 The lock and the cloak of secret disguise, 
 
 Protected by black and white little lies : 
 
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 But if things go along; as they now have a start; 
 
 A great many more people, •will follow your part : 
 
 These lovely matters, are fast losing their guise. 
 
 For the people all over, are growing more wise. 
 
 l^bw Beecher, you'll see that I am your friend ; 
 
 Your cause with good logic, I will yet defend. 
 
 I read of late, that you are happy and fat ; 
 
 Well that's just the case, with any old rat : 
 
 Though I read and I fear you're a little bit troubled^ 
 
 As from mountains to hub, you go for this bubble ; 
 
 To see Ben and Moulton, to whom you have plead, 
 
 To compromise matters, and wish you were dead; ' 
 
 Why do you wish you were dead, all the time ; 
 
 Do you imagine things free and not counted a crime;. 
 
 If rid of your body, that's made of the earth ; 
 
 That your spirit let free, could enjoy its mirth, 
 
 With feminine souls, in that land over there, 
 
 That's pictured by many, so beautifully fair ; 
 
 Think there you could revel, in that love so grand. 
 
 And not find Mrs. Grundy's near at hand ; 
 
 Is this the sole reason, why you wish you were dead ? 
 
 I can show you it different ; so do not be led 
 
 To commit any act, that will rob you as yet, 
 
 Of lovely pleasures, with Elizabeth your pet. 
 
 Have you not read, the story of old 
 
 Where God had his prophets, who did as he told ? 
 
 If not, then I'll post you on this little plan : 
 
 Of you; the Gods have been talking, all over this land j 
 
 You know well enough, or it's time that you did ; 
 
 That God now has his prophets, whose tongues are quite glib. 
 
 They have talked about you, long years in the past. 
 
 Your secrets divulged and thus caused the blast 
 
 Which tarnishes now, your great noble name. 
 
 And through your weak points, thus tumbles your fame. 
 
 Now Beecher I know, you'l think it too bad ; 
 
 But what can we do, I am sorry and glad ; 
 
 Now do not I beg you ; I pray you; get vexed ; 
 
 Although you arc weary grieved and perplexed; 
 
 You know, you and I, are only the tools. 
 
 Inspired by the Gods, to tickle the fools. 
 
The Little Clincher. 
 
 CONTRAST BETWEEN VICTORIA C. WOODHULL AND HENRY WARD 
 
 BEECHER. 
 
 The readers of this pamphlet, are now presented with a 
 striking contrast, between two noted characters ; they can form 
 their own opinions, from the descriptions herein given of both 
 parties, bearing in mind, the facts concerning the lives of both, 
 as represented to us through almost the entire press, of the 
 country. It is well known that the alleged charges, against 
 the character of Henry Ward Beecher, was sometime since 
 given to the public, through the columns of the Woodhull 
 paper, which at that time caused much excitement and was 
 believed by almost the entire people, to be a gross libel, on the 
 character of the honored preacher, and was the cause of the 
 arrest of Mrs. Woodhull, her sister Miss Claflin, and Col. 
 Blood. In order to fairly eoi^'vast the two parties, it becomes 
 necessary, to give a short sketch of Mrs. Woodhull's ideas, con- 
 cerning the social conditions of society, her free-love doctrines, 
 as taught by her, as understood by the writer, and her reasons 
 for exposing the hypocrisy and crime of those in high standing 
 in society. In the first place Mrs. Woodhull believes, in the 
 perfect equality of the sexes; and so far as human rights are 
 concerned, advocating a perfect individual sovereignty, all 
 owning their own bodies. That woman shall not be under 
 obligations, through any written law or tyrannical control of 
 man, to submit to his sensual desires, against her own will and 
 wishes; she also desires the laws of the United States and 
 society to be so arranged, that women shall no be obliged to 
 submit, to the sensual desires of men, for the purpose of obtain- 
 ing homes, either by marrying fo" lifo, through the channels of 
 common prostitution, or by force in any form. She contends i 
 that the love relations embracing the sexual ; should only be 
 entered into with the full consent and wishes, of both parties, 
 where they feel a high and holy love and respect for each 
 other. That such relations shall continue only so long, as they 
 are congenial and for the best good of the parties concerned. 
 That if unforeseen conditions or circumstances shall arise, either 
 through ignorance or otherwise; thereby disturbing the happi- 
 ness and health of the parties, and making a separation not 
 
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 only desirable but most essential ; that they shall have the same 
 untrammeled privilege to dissolve their relations, that they had 
 to make them, through the natural, divine, loving and attract- 
 ive principles of life. There are many < men and women who after 
 marriage find they are poisonous and antagonistic to one an- 
 other; therefore to bring a child into existence under such con- 
 ditions is one of the vilest sins that a human being can commit 
 and the sooner such relations are broken and purer and holier 
 ones substituted in their place, the better. We have had man}- 
 misrepresentations of Mrs. "Woodhull's ideas, man^- charges of 
 her advocating promiscuity, but whoever accuses her of teaching 
 promiscuity, either does not understand her meaning, or they 
 wilfully misrepresent her sayings. ' It will yet be learned and 
 the truth is, that a change in sexual relations, is not necessarilj' 
 promiscuity. Those who wish to learn Mrs. Woodhull's ideas 
 truthfully, concerning all these vital questions, can best do so 
 by subscribing for the " WoodhuU and Claflin Weekly." . It 
 must be conceded, that a change from a low and degrading 
 condition, to a higher and nobler one, is not promiscuity. For 
 a woman to leave a miserable diseased drunken licentious hus- 
 band, (who ruins her health with poisonous loathsome disease,) 
 in order to live with, a good healthy sober honest man, that she 
 can love with all her soul, though she be not married to him, 
 by the law of the land, is not promiscuity; and the change 
 would most assuredly be commendable. 
 
 Promiscuity properly means,' uncongenial sexual relations; 
 or entering into such relations, for the purpose of satisfying 
 selfish feelings, regardless of adaptation, or contaminating dis- 
 eased life-elements; either in mariage or out of it. 
 
 Mrs. Woodhull says, that if a woman is a prostitute, that the 
 men who have carnal relations with her, are equally vile and 
 if one is rejected from decent society, the other should be . 
 thereby instituting equal disgrace, upon all people commiting 
 the same sin. She says, if a married man shall seek social rela- 
 tions, with other women than his wife, it is equally the wife's 
 privilege, to seek the same relations with other men. She does 
 not say that it is right for one to deceive the other; she only 
 says that the privilege should be conceded equally to both 
 and not one to be free and the other a slave. 
 
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 WOMAHr. 
 
 To change your love, of your own free will, 
 From drunken -Tim, to sober 15 ill ; 
 Is not prostitution. 
 
 To change your love, when your heart's grieved sore 
 By the drunken wretch, reeling at your door, 
 Is not prostitution. 
 
 But to sell your body, for money or bread. 
 Regarding not, by whom you're led. 
 Is truly prostitution . 
 
 If you marry for a home and give your life away, 
 To a man you do not love at nil, then sorrow is your pay; 
 For that is prostitution. 
 
 Our present laws do not provide, for women all to live; 
 Except they're subject to a man, for just what he may give; 
 Now that is prostitution. 
 
 To tell the truth, juSt as it is; our men are mostly all; 
 
 Just like th^t selflsh miin of old, I mean the Bible Taul; 
 
 Who said whatever a woman wished to know, her husband she must ask, 
 
 I think when he gave out 1 hat law, he'd better been out to grass. 
 
 And thousands, now., plod along in that way ; 
 
 While some look forward, to a brighter day ; 
 
 When neither law nor institution. 
 
 Will force fair wonian, to prostitution. 
 
 "When two fond hearts, by purest love is drawn, 
 . To love's gr.md sweet embruce; 
 'T would bea sin to check, the flow of soul, 
 Or cause a tear, to stain the smiling face. 
 For that's not prostitution. 
 
 Mrs. Woodhull, appreciating the effect of moral training, says, 
 all should become so educated in the laws of life, as to be able 
 to make wise and proper choice ; being guided by the wisdom 
 of true love and honest dealing. She says, the relations which 
 are the most holy and pure are those which can congenially 
 continue the longest. If these are not monogamic principles; 
 what are ? She lived witli a licentious drunken husband for years 
 and well knowing what it is to suffer the trials of such a life, 
 her noble soul is stirred, in sympathy for thousands in similar 
 condition all over the world. When shei observes, that men in 
 the higher as well as the lower walks of life, who profess sc* 
 much Christianity and virtue, are the first to condemn those 
 whose lives are not so wisely guarded, while they are at the same 
 time patronizing, houses of prostitution and carrying on their 
 vile sexual rohUions, with the so-called virtuous ; regardless of 
 true prineiplc-i : she saj-s is unjust wicked and wrong and so 
 far as she can she will expose it to the world. When slje learned 
 
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 of the conduce, of Henry Ward Beecher, in such manner a8 to 
 convince her of the truthfulness of the story and learning from 
 him directly that he honestly entertained the same views con- 
 cerning the social conditions of society as herself, that he was 
 not man enough to advocate those principles; but preached 
 what he did not believe and lived the life of a hypocrite : she 
 tried ner best to induce him to advocate the principles conge- 
 nial to her and to his own, best judgment. Failing in this, she 
 felt bound to have him live an honest life, or expose his sin and 
 hypocrisy to the world; thus, showing up the wolf, in the 
 Christian fold : she did so; but as a consequence was cast into 
 jail, on trumped up charges. Mr. Beecher would not bring suit 
 for libel against her, well knowing the weight of evidence was 
 against him. . The courts prompted by^ihe friends of the pet 
 preacher proceeded as harshly as possible and instead of bring- 
 ing her to speedy trial, as guaranteed by the laws of the coun- 
 try, detained her in jail, demanding largely excessive bonds for 
 her release, such as was never known before, because she had 
 exposed the private character of Henry Ward Beecher. But 
 ^with all their power, influence and abuse they could not impeach 
 her testimony or character in any form, and after long trials 
 and abusive prosecution they were obliged to let her go free, 
 without the slightest stain of criminality ; so far as the law 
 could reach. The guilty Beecher would not take one step to 
 relieve her sufferings, though he well knew, that almost one 
 ■ word from him would set her free immediately and he be more 
 a man for so doing. His cowardly soul allowed the Young 
 Men's Christian Association, with all other opposing influences 
 ■which could be brought to bear, torment the noble well meaning 
 woman till money, friends and all were gone, save her husband 
 Col. Blood and her sister Tennie C. Claflin; who suffered 
 almost equally with her. How is it now, the American people 
 are sorrow-stricken and in tribulation by the unmistajicable 
 evidence, of the criminal life, of the once honored preacher, 
 foBcing upon them volume after volume, relating to the vile 
 hypocritical and adulterous conduct, of the man. who has been 
 robed, in the so-called garments of purity, holiness and Chris- 
 tian piety, and who has spent his life in giving forth to the 
 people, ideas purporting to come, from a high and holy source; 
 preaching of the most high God, as understood by the people 
 
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 and who heretofore has been looked upon, as one walking in 
 the path of virtue and Christian holiness and obeying the teach- 
 ings of Christ, who he taught his hearers, was the pattern of 
 goodness and the savior of the world, in whom he believed and 
 to whom he prayed. But look at the sorrow, that has come 
 upon this Christian people; behold ! the great wolf has been in 
 ' the flock for years, robed in sheep's clothing and stealing the 
 greatest virtue of life from the most tender lambs, sundering the 
 tenderest ties of conjugal happiness and family tranquility. Oh 
 Beecher ! how could you thus conduct yourself? Had you 
 in^itead of acting the coward preached the true principles of 
 life, as you honestly understood them, obeyed the precepts of 
 your own conscience ; lived and advocated the great law of 
 freedom and social purity ; this would not have come upon 
 you. The reader can now contrast the two parties. One living 
 according to the doctrines she preaches, advocating a free, pure 
 and noble life for all ; who is now before the world, not as a 
 falsifier and hypocrite but as a truth-telling woman. The other 
 one preaching an artificial religion, living a hypocritical life 
 under the cloak of holy piety, and whose character is now 
 doomed to be everlastingly stigmatized ; irredeemable by any 
 power OH earth or in heaven. There may be forgiveness of sin 
 but the knowledge of wrong doing, will never be obliterated 
 from the mind of the sinner, unless the conscious existence of 
 life, is annihilated. 
 
 Of myself I know not, how things were; 
 I have reafl the Etories and thus infer. 
 
 REMARKS. 
 
 How Btrange that an immortal soul, controlling a human body, shouU so yield to 
 the grand necessities of its natural life, as to love thatwhich islovable and attractive ; 
 or even eat or drink to sustain life. ' TU wonderful ! that God should a'.low the pious 
 hearts of aged Christians to be so grieved, disappointed, and disgraced) by one sup- 
 posed to be priestly perfection, whom they looked upen as personified purity and 
 virtue stewed down. Alas.! how often are the faithful bewildered by God's mys- 
 terious ways. Behold, the mighty have fallen, and great is the crash thereof! The 
 myriad pres.s sends forth its vojuptuous sheets, with red-hot revelations of the secret 
 loves of the naughty man , until a world of people wail and rave in wild excitement, 
 over the strange ado, (aliiiough an occurrence of almost every day) with such vehe- 
 mence, that Gabriel's trump can scarce be heard, to calm their troubled souls, to sweet 
 contented peace. 
 
 Yon \v ill not blame Henry Ward Beecher, if you compare his reputation with that of 
 Jesus Christ. Both, you will see, have good and bad repute. Christ associated with 
 Harlots, Publicans and Sinners. Biechbv, Avith free-)ove, Tilton, Woodhnll and sin- 
 ners. Christ, wilh hie great loving nature, gave us Ihe new commandment, that we 
 love one another. Beecher, with his great loving nature, i.beyed the command and 
 did the loving. It is all right. 
 
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 ACROSTIC OF DEATH. 
 
 Hold, you man of wordrous fame, 
 
 Enthroned to preach of Christ's great name; 
 
 No more shall you the people guile. 
 
 Robed in the garments you defile; 
 
 You wretched hypocrite, down I say, 
 
 With all your foul beguil ng play, 
 
 And take a seat below the low. 
 
 Round and round, till down you go : 
 
 Down you'll go to the very hottest cell, 
 
 Beneath the blackest imp in hell. 
 
 Eternal darkness you have sown and you must be the reaper ; 
 
 Everlasting sorrow is the crop, for you H, W. Beeeher : 
 
 Console yourself in these dark days of sorrow; [borrow; 
 
 Heinry, my God ! what will you do, where there's no help to 
 
 Eternal shame, everlasting death, now stare you in the face; 
 
 Round and down and down and round into that lowest place. . 
 
 OH, DEAR. 
 
 The whitewash is thin, 
 
 The black spots will show through : 
 
 Oh Dear ! says Mr. Beeeher ; 
 
 What shall I do ? 
 
 Why, go nest-hiding with Elizabeth. 
 
 PRAYER OF THE BROOKLYN SISTERS FOR BEECHER'S SALVATION. 
 
 Oh God save, oh save our darling pastor, thou knowest that 
 he loved us truly; save. Oh save him, we pray thee. Oh God, 
 that he may love us more. 
 
 The prayers of the sisters availeth much. God sends the 
 Angel Gabriel, to save Beeeher. 
 
 Why does a fool, laugh at his own folly ? 
 Because, he is wise enough to appreciate it : 
 Then the biggest fools are those, who lack the sense to appre- 
 
 [ciate their folly. 
 
Beechrr In the depths of " »h ! Dear " ciTlllzins the jiatlvcs. 
 
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 DIALOGUE BETWEEN GOD AND THE SAVING ANGEL 
 
 Qod. Gabriel ! go save the sinner. 
 
 Ang, What sinner shall I save ? 
 
 GroA. Henry Ward Beecher of Brooklyn. 
 
 Angy How can I save that wretched man ? 
 
 Qoi. Inspire thy prophet to interpret the Bible. 
 
 Ang. What prophet shall I select ? 
 
 Odd. The one unknown to the people, whose name is sacred to 
 
 the Gods. 
 Ang. It will roughly use Thy record to save that monster, if I inspire that 
 
 prophet. 
 God. I have spoken. The command must be obeyed. Though 
 
 my record may suffer, the wailing, cries of his lovely lambs 
 
 torment me more. 
 Ang. Then I shall have to speak rashly of Thee. 
 God. Then speak as necessity requires. 
 
 DIALOGUE BETWEEN THE SAVING ANGEL AND BEECHER. 
 
 Beecher waj down in the depths of ' ' Ob dear !' ' 
 Gives the Angel great trouble, to make him bear. 
 But finally success crowns the Angel's hopes : 
 He saves poor Beecber, with electrical ropes. 
 
 Ang. Beecher ! Oh Beecher ! I have come to save thee. 
 
 Beech. Oh dear ! Oh more whitewash ! what shall I do? 
 
 Ang. Henry, don't you hear me ? 
 
 Beech. 'Twas all Elizabeth's fault. She told of it first. 
 
 Ang. Beecher, I have come to save thee. 
 
 Beech. I thought she was an angel, but oh ! she has deceived me. 
 
 Ang. God sent me to save thee, Henry Ward. 
 
 Beech. I never touched her ankle. Who would care for that? 
 
 Ang. Look up Henry. Behold I come to save thee. 
 
 Beech. I never was in sympathy with that free-lover, WoodhuU. What pos- 
 sessed Tilton to tell her about it ? Oh, I wish I had presided at her lecture ; 
 then she would have been satisfied, and the stories about me would have 
 soon died out. 
 
 Ang. Beecher ! God has answered the prayers to save thee. 
 Beech. Tilton and Moulton blackmailed me, and it's all a muddle, 
 Aug. Elizabeth ! I can't make Henry hear. 
 
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 Eliz. Oh Angel ! Angel ! save him ! Oh God, save him. 
 
 God. GABRIEL, BLO W THY TR UMPET. 
 
 Aug. (with tk-umpet). Henry Ward Beecher ! 
 
 Beech. 'Twas a paroxysmal, kiss she gave me. 
 
 Ang. Elizabeth wants thee. Why can't you hear? 
 
 Beech. Hark, I hear a familiar name. Where was it? 
 
 Ang. Look up Henry. I have power to save thee. 
 
 Beech. Oh ! it was all a dream. 
 
 Ang. Elizabeth is here. Come up and see her. 
 
 Beech. Oh, is she, is she there? Thank God ! 
 
 Ang. Yes, and I have come to save thee. 
 
 Beech. Say, say, can't you help ME up QUICK ? 
 
 Ang. Henrj', hast thou repented? 
 
 Beech. Yes. Oh, yes! lift me up I want to see her. 
 
 Ang. Then fasten this rope to thee. 
 
 Beech. How shall I fasten it, and not hurt me? 
 
 Ang. Stick it to the whitewash. 
 
 Beech. I am afraid it won't hold, for that's pretty thin. 
 
 Ang. It will stick to it. 
 
 Beech. Keep off from me you little black imps. Let me go, 
 
 Ang. Elizabeth, Henry is very heavy with sin, 
 
 Eliz. Never mind, I am bound to stick to him. 
 
 Beech. How will you clear me, and leave my character white? 
 
 Ang. If I would tell thee, then thou wouldst fall again.- 
 
 Beech. Oh, where is my darling Elizabeth ? 
 
 Ang. She is here. Sit down beside her, while I give thy great 
 defense to the judges. I tell thee be quiet, while I inspire 
 the prophet. Thy defense shall come from the law-book 
 of the God of Moses. He hath spoken thy salvation 
 through the great miraculous plan, by which all sinnern 
 may be saved. \_Angel exitl\ 
 
 Beech. Oh, Elizabeth ! how I love you. 
 
 WAz. 0, say, Henry, let's go nest-hiding. 
 
 Which are the two extremes of humanity, according to Dar- 
 win ? Grkat God and little monkeys. 
 
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20 The Lime Lhncher. 
 
 And three hundred women, who in those good old times, 
 
 Were known through his realm, as his fair concubines. 
 
 He loved many strange women, all over the land, 
 
 Besides Pharaoh's daughter was at his command. — IKings, ix. 
 
 He was quite a poet, and often expressed 
 
 His fond admiration, of fair woman's breast. 
 
 And ye who are minus affectional desire, 
 
 Bead Solomon's songs; they will set you on fire. 
 
 The Queen of Sheba, when she yisited the King ; 
 
 Thought his domestic arrangement a very fine thing; 
 
 The King gave her all she desired, to her heart's content; 
 
 She then picked up her traps and her feet homeward bent. 
 
 King David a man after God's own heart. 
 
 Caused the death of a man, his fair wife to spark. — ^ Sam,uel,xi, 
 
 And when he grew old and sick on his bed, 
 
 A maid of the fairest, was unto him led 
 
 To strengthen the King and cherish him right; — 1 Kings, L 
 
 Thus did the young maid, ide fair Shunammite. 
 
 Beecher, King David was much worse than you ; 
 
 If you do not resort to murdering too : 
 
 Now it is evident upon the face of the facts, 
 
 As the stories are written in the great Christian tracts, 
 
 That if a man then, could forcibly part, 
 
 With the slash of a sword, or the pierce of the dart, 
 
 A poor man lay low, and Jet blood from his veins. 
 
 For mere carnal passion, to cause such pains, 
 
 And steal from the heart of the man laid low. 
 
 His lovely wife. Oh God! Oh ! oh I 
 
 If such monstrous deeds, could be countenanced then, 
 
 And the record held holy, by most modern men ; 
 
 Great Heavens ! how by any good sense. 
 
 Can Beecher be guilty; of adulterous ofl'ense. 
 
 Now Beecher, thus far we have plead your cause well. 
 
 And all your learned counsel we think we excel. 
 
 As far as we've gone you are as bright as the sun; 
 
 So be not discouraged, we're nearly half done. 
 
 We'll burnish the chain that coils round your neck, 
 
 Which binds you to those, who are God's elect. 
 
 Now Judge and Jury, be not dismayed ; 
 
 A jiieture more rare, is yet to be made. 
 
. The Little Clincher. ii 
 
 In the lines of this noble, unequaled defense ; 
 
 Although we can't help it, it's at God's expense. 
 
 So far you are clear. Now the last charge of crime : 
 
 The indictment for rope, comes in turn this time. 
 
 Of all the laws extant, to aid us in this plan, 
 
 There is only one way to clear this wretched man j 
 
 And though it is hard, yet it must be done; 
 
 If we convict God himself this race to run; 
 
 As Henry "Ward Beecher, we're determined to save. 
 
 From the charges of rape, and lecherous knave. 
 
 Though it blots the old record of the Biblical God ; 
 
 We'll clear Henry Ward Beecher while he's top of the sod. 
 
 Now Beecher allow us; permit us this once, 
 
 To refer to the time, when you played the great dunce. 
 
 We're determined you see ; if we possibly can ; 
 
 To refute all the grave charges, alleged by men. 
 
 We see they have called it, by the harsh name of rape, 
 
 And you will excuse us, as we cannot escape. 
 
 You know it won't do, this point to miss j 
 
 We refer to that sweet, Proctorysmal kiss. 
 
 Now God you know, was not like you; 
 
 He told before hand, what He would do. 
 
 And cautioned the people, to be on the look-out, 
 
 To see and know, what He was about; 
 
 He foretold them all, how they would see 
 
 A divine little Jesus ; " cute " as he could be. 
 
 And got old men and women, all in a hub ; 
 
 To hunt the world over, to find the little cub. 
 
 Through God's forewarnings of what that babe would do. 
 
 King Herod waxed angry, sent forth and slew — Matthew, xi. 
 
 All the pretty babies he could find for a while ; 
 
 Committing much murder, for one puny child. 
 
 'Tis a conceded fact, in all Christian laws ; 
 
 That God himself, is the great first cause ; 
 
 So poor Herod the instrument, in God's hands, 
 
 Had no recourse but yielding, to his murderous plans. 
 
 We are taught the great God can all things foretell : 
 
 What ! cause Herod to murder and his soul send to hell 7 
 
 Now if you should try, this matter to mend, 
 
 By saying God did not, the murder intend j 
 
22 The Little Clincher. 
 
 Then what a mistake, the wise God did make; 
 
 In talking so much, for little Christ'^ sake. 
 
 Conld a million babies, like that little one; 
 
 Ever half atone, for the wrong that was done ? 
 
 Only think of the innoeent blood that was shed, . 
 
 By the course the God of the Old Bible led. 
 
 How many ? How many 1 Oh! how many heart aches f 
 
 For the great God and his litUe Christ's sakes. 
 
 When we think of the babies, that were slain by the scorif 
 
 'Tis more than enough, to tear any heart sore. 
 
 One blunder like that, by th« great Bible God, 
 
 Is enough to sink him, beneath the sod. 
 
 And the plea of a Saviour, to pardon man's sin : 
 
 We tell you good people, the story 's " too thin." 
 
 Now then we have shown you, some wrongs that were done. 
 
 By the great Bible God, since his record began. 
 
 It is preached from the pulpit, that He's wise and great ; 
 
 But we think the people, make a blundering mistake. 
 
 About your opinions, we'll not q^uarrel. in rhyme ; 
 
 'Tis our duty to save, owiy Beecher this time. 
 
 Now 10 wind up this part, in the very best shape. 
 
 And cleai- Mr. Beecher, from the vile charge of ropey 
 
 The Judge's attention) is now called to the cream, 
 
 Of this, our great plea j the defendant to screen. 
 
 Now before we close the Book, with tales so richly laden , 
 
 We read the Holy Ghost, took fancy to a maiden : 
 
 He went into the room, where lay the virgin maid 
 
 And with his overshadowings, the little game was played. 
 
 If then it was right, to cause mesmeric sleep ; 
 
 As handed down to you, in the record which you keep. 
 
 And thus take advantage, of a maiden at her rest, 
 
 To satisfy the lust, of any ghostly guest ; 
 
 And the record and the deed, held holy&nA. divine ) 
 
 We'd like to hear the logic, that in this modern time. 
 
 Can convict Mr. Beecher, of any charge like rape. 
 
 For having satisfaction, with a maiden wide awake. 
 
 Especially when she gave him, a paroxysmal kiss, 
 
 To entice him on to glory, and to lovely bliss. 
 
 Beecher through fear, for his name and his fame, 
 
 Penied, lest the charge df adultery, should stain. 
 
2 he Little iihncher. 23 
 
 God fearing nothing, made full confession ; 
 
 And rather did boast, of his carnal compression. 
 
 If a man hath a virgin, past the flower of her age ; — 1 Gor, vii. 
 
 Let him do what he will, he in no sin doth engage. 
 
 This the teaching, of the old Biblical Paul j 
 
 Most Honorable Judge, clears the charges all. 
 
 Your character Mr. Beecher, is as bright as the sun ; 
 
 So wory no more, about your lovely fun. 
 
 We think we have proven, to your entire satisfaction ; 
 
 With no chance for defeat, nor cause for retraction, 
 
 That your amorous feelings, are truly divine ; 
 
 So toss away the trouble, that weighs on your mind. 
 
 "Christ himself, commanded you to love ; 
 
 You obeyed the teachings, that came from above. 
 
 He condemned not the woman, who was caught in the act, 
 
 But some poor, puny mortals, wish to have you " sacked." 
 
 Mr. Beecher ; there's not a Christian on this earth ; 
 
 Who can blame yoa one moment, for your amorous mirth. 
 
 They must first cancel the deeds, of their great Christian- God, 
 
 Or bury tliai old Bible, beneath the green sod. 
 
 Christ was out by moonlight, with old Lazarus' sister. 
 
 No Christian in the world, would grumble, had he kissed her. 
 
 Mary Magdalen wiped Christ's feet with her hair, 
 
 The rest were quite jealous, because she was there. 
 
 Now don't hide a thing but come out with the truth, 
 
 For they can't do with you, as was done with Wilkes Booth ; 
 
 Ycu have the old Bible, for your support, 
 
 If they bring you to trial j take it into court. 
 
 Should they try to make out, you're a very bad man ', 
 
 You can prove you conformed, to the great Christian plan. 
 
 Eight years ago from a very good source ; 
 
 We were informed, of your amorous course j 
 
 But thought it all right, through this heavenly plan, 
 
 And made up our mind, you were the right man. 
 
 So be not oflfended, when we give you the wink, 
 
 By way of reminding, of the Bible to think. 
 
 When you hear any slurs, about that little charge of rape • 
 
 Then refer them to God ; for little Christ's sake. 
 
 We know this is rough, on the Bible and God ; 
 
 But it simply is wielding, the great OhrisDiin dod. 
 
44 Ihe Little Clincher. 
 
 QUEER QUESTIONS. 
 
 Who made God, or how did he come into existence ? 
 
 How, or from whom did he receive his knowledge and wisdom ? 
 
 How did he make the world, out of nothing ? 
 
 When nothing from nothing and nothing remained, 
 Then add nothing to nothing and nothing 's obtained. 
 
 When He created the animals of the earth ; did He breathe into 
 their nostrils the same as He did into Adam's in, order to 
 give them life; if so have they not living souls ? 
 
 When He made Adam out of the dust of the earth, did He use 
 water or some other liquid to mix it with ? 
 
 How long was the statue of clay drying before it was ready for 
 the breath of life? 
 
 If there is nothing impossible with God j why did He not mak« 
 Bve from the dust of the earth, as He did Adam without 
 putting Adam to torture while extracting the rib, and then 
 leave him with a hole in his side, all the rest of hig days ? 
 
 If God is everywhere present and fills all space; how did He 
 happen to be absent and let the serpent tempt Bve ? 
 
 Who taught the serpent to be wise enough to get the better of 
 God, in that way ? 
 
 How did the serpent manage, to so use his forked tongue as to 
 speak to Eve intelligibly ? 
 
 Why do not serpents cry murder now-a-days, when we are kill- 
 ing them ? 
 
 Can't they give ua a little more knowledge now, about God's 
 affairs? 
 
 Who ga^ e Adam his education, so that he could appropriately 
 name all the animals of the earth, while he was yet so 
 young and without instructions from God, as to what 
 names to give them ? 
 
 Why did Adam name the woman, God made for him. Eve; 
 saying because she was the mother of all living, before she 
 had become a mother? 
 
 Where did Cain's wife come from, when he went to a far coun- 
 try and knew her there ; as is written, Adam and Eve and 
 their two children, were the only people upon the face of 
 the earth at that time i 
 
The Little Clincher. 2'5 
 
 If God foreknows all things, why did he do anything which he 
 had to repent of? 
 
 How could Jonah live three days in a whale's belly, when the 
 entrance is too small to admit of the passage of a small 
 infant ? 
 
 How did Noah manage to get so many animals and food enough 
 to last them forty days and nights, in so small an ark and 
 not sink it, and drown them all ? 
 
 Why was God so kind to old Satan, that he should permit him 
 to torment Job and cover him with sore boils, notwith- 
 Btanding Job had been a good and obedient servant unto 
 God all his days? Surely that was not very merciful 
 treatment, for good behavior. 
 
 If there is nothing impossible with Go ; why did he not invent 
 some other plan for the salvation of man, other than allow- 
 ing his only son, to be cruelly murdered upon the cross 7 
 
 If it is necessary to spin a camel into thread as fine as silk 
 to pass him through the eye of a needle; how fine would 
 we have to spin a rich man, to pass him into the king- 
 dom of heaven ? 
 
 If it was right for the author and teacher of divine things of 
 olden time, to overshadow a virgin; should not Beecher, a 
 modern teacher of divine things, have the same privilege 7 
 
 GOOD CHRISTIANS. 
 
 1 hate to subject your Bible to shameful abuse j 
 
 But to me the fable 's too thin for religious use. • 
 
 I have all reverence for the great Infinite^ or His name ; 
 
 But none for a record, which bejittles His fame. 
 
 That Christ was a good man, there's not the least doubt ; [out. 
 
 But God's thinking his death would save all men — that's played 
 
 I can't help it !. These naughty things will creep into my head, 
 
 Aa trouble did in Beecher's, when he wished he was dead. 
 
a 6 The Little Clincher. 
 
 'TIS STRANGE. 
 
 So many people go to meeting, 
 
 And listen to that Christian greeting ; 
 
 Prom the lips of men, in their priestly robes, 
 
 Preaching of God and how He made the globes 
 
 Out of nothing, in six days. 
 
 Great and wondrous are God's ways ! 
 
 'Tis strange — 
 How they sit, like beer bottles, so nice, 
 With all their senses, still as mice ; 
 And listen, to what is often taught, 
 To dispel the quickened enquiring thought — 
 
 Of the mysteries of God, you must not enquire ; 
 If you do, you will go to that awful hell fire. 
 'Tis strange — 
 
 If I ask, from whence came God and who he iS) 
 
 Oh ! that won't do, 'tis not your " biss." 
 
 If I rise in disgust, my leave to take. 
 
 You would hear them, quote the blind leaders mistake* 
 
 Be ye not wise, above what is written — 
 
 Yes, and many thousands have thus been bitten. 
 'Tis strange — 
 
 How men in the pulpit will stand, 
 
 Professing to give forth God's command ; 
 
 In conceit of a wise profession : 
 
 While from others they quote, in concession — 
 
 Would ye change the world from stagnation j - 
 
 Quote the following thoughts of progression. 
 Though strange — 
 
 They who are not wise above what is written^ 
 
 Cannot give forth any new ideas, 
 
 Neither can they construct, any new thing. 
 
 TOAST TO ELIZABETH R. TILTON. 
 
 Elizabeth E. Tilton is the lady. 
 
 Who loved great Henry Ward Beecher, 
 
 She thought herself ever so cute, to be 
 
The Little Clincher. 27 
 
 Nest-hiding with her preacher. 
 
 She cuddled him close, as by all kiiown; 
 
 With the story, the papers ring. 
 
 Her now denying and refusing to " own 
 
 Up the corn," is the meanest thing. 
 
 As she avers, 'tis very hard, 
 
 For her to tell the truth j 
 
 And now her poor nerves are terribly jarred, 
 
 By her acts, since her virginal youth. 
 
 A WORD TO THE MAID WHO KISSED BEECHER SO SWEETLY. 
 
 We read there was another maid. 
 
 Whose name we'll call Miss Laycus ; 
 
 A paroxysmal kiss, she gave 
 
 Ta Beecher and caused the fracus. 
 
 As the papers tell the tale, 
 
 (It was a pretty muss,) 
 
 If it had not been for «B " 
 
 There would have been no fuss ; 
 It is too bad, it happened so. 
 And hurt her tender feelings, 
 The story new is gossiped o'er. 
 By ladies at their meetings. 
 
 TOAST TO FRANCIS D. MOULTON. 
 
 Houlton's the man who tried to keep peace ; 
 
 He worked and scratched, to cover the grease. 
 
 While things were cool, it was easy enough. 
 
 But when they grew hot, it made hijn puff; 
 
 For Beecher would wiggle and oii the sly ; 
 
 Would visit Elizabeth, live or die. 
 
 Then Moulton would sputter, coax and fuss, 
 
 And tried to conquer the naughty cuss. 
 
 Yet, in spite of all, that he could do ; 
 
 Beecher, was bound to put things through. 
 
 And Moulton, though cautious, and always in doubt. 
 
 Failed to keep the story — For murder will out. 
 
The Little Clincher. 
 
 A CHEER TO THEODORE TILTON. 
 
 Poor Theodore Tilton ! There's a word for him; 
 
 In a see of trouble, he 's trying to swim ; 
 
 Who can stand by and not lend a hand, 
 
 To save a struggling, drowning man. 
 
 'Tis plain to see, who his wife loved most; 
 
 She never would have left him anil of Beecher to boast, 
 
 If her soul had been wrapped in love divine; 
 
 Pop Theodore Tilton, who had used her kind. 
 
 Now, while we " let her slide " and go 
 
 In the Beecher craft, to take a row : 
 
 We say to Theodore, do not feel blue. 
 
 Other hearts, may prove more true.- 
 
 STOCK FOR THE FUNNY RHYMES. 
 
 Beecher, Tilton, WoodhuU and Train ; 
 
 Give plenty of stock, for a rhyming vein. 
 
 And the funniest rhymes, that ever were made ; 
 
 Came by mixing Beecher, with the Woodhull grade. 
 
 The neatest tl)ing and the opening feature , 
 
 Was Liizabeth blabbing about her preacher. 
 
 The silliest act, that she ever did, 
 
 Was telling her Tilton, when she nesl^hid ; 
 
 Which crazed his brain, kicked up a muss ; 
 
 And sent him to Moulton, with his fuss. 
 
 Next, to Woodhull did he go ; 
 
 And told the story.— Oh, Oh, Oh ! 
 
 He's feeling now, very sorry for that ; 
 
 For he spilt the water, in the kettle of fat. 
 
 And spatter and spatter it flew so clever ; 
 
 That Woodhull triumphs more than ever. 
 
 Though shut up for a while, in a prison den. 
 
 It did not calm her voice ; nor stop her pen. 
 
 George Francis Train ; the brave and true : 
 
 Lent Woodhull a hand, to help her through. 
 
 He published, the tales of ancient sin j 
 
The Little Clincher. 29. 
 
 Which made her enemies, jump at him. 
 
 They said, his story was a crazy bubble. 
 
 Then shut him up, to stop the trouble. 
 
 Instead of stopping ; he made them roar, 
 
 By his thoughts in rhyme ; which grieved them sore. 
 
 They tried so hard, to make him crazy ; 
 
 But found the sunflower, was no daisy. 
 
 After braying and baulking, like Balaam's brute ; 
 
 They had to give up, for they lost the suit. 
 
 So Woodhull and Train, have come out ahead : 
 
 While Beecher by the nose, to court is led. 
 
 But in court-ing there's always plenty of fun, 
 
 Especially, where — nest-hiding's done. 
 
 A RHYME FOR THE TIMES. 
 
 Written for the Woman Suffrage Movement, in the State of Michigan, during - 
 the Summer of 1874. 
 
 The goddess of liberty, noble representation. 
 
 Used and abused by a deceiving nation : 
 Magnificent emblem, in grandeur so great, 
 
 Standing forth in her beauty — how long must she wait ? 
 The flag of our country vfaves forth a lie, 
 
 For where is the freedom while slavery is nigh ? 
 What of the song of the tree and the brave. 
 
 With full half the people political slaves. 
 Republican government ! yes, what a sham. 
 
 Where woman's not equal to the puniest man ! 
 Without representation where taxes are paid. 
 
 By the married slave and the fairest maid. 
 Oh, modern man, what is thy soul ? 
 
 To pattern thy laws irom tyrants of old ; 
 Canst thou not grow wriser from errors that's past, 
 
 And concede to fair woman her rights at last. 
 Why hold with such grasp thy tyrannical notion, 
 
 All things to control on the land and the ocean ? 
 Why, do you forget your mother's kind heart, 
 
 When one and twenty her tyrant you start ? 
 She carried, and cradled, and nursed the fond babe,. 
 
 With care, and tears, and with hope, she played,. 
 And all through his youth till he's called a man. 
 
 His wants are supplied by a fond mother's hand.. 
 
30 The Little Clincher. 
 
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 He starts for himself, when at that age, 
 
 And walks to the polls, looking ever so sage, 
 To help other boys in the laws that are made. 
 
 Then says to his mother, I must now be obeyed. 
 He then goes courting sjme fair little miss. 
 
 With presents and smiles he begs for a kiss; 
 She thinks him honest, she thinks him true. 
 
 She gives him one — yes, she gives him two ! 
 Then he asks her to marry and leave her old home 
 
 Perhaps to share his, and may be to roam ; 
 With his promise to be true, his promise to provide. 
 
 If she'll only consent to be his fair bride. 
 Not thinking, not knowing, of the sorrows to come, 
 
 She grants his request and forfeits her freedom ; 
 First smiles, and then tears, she walks on her way, 
 
 And with trials and sufierings she early turns gray. 
 The condition she's in, she has learned full well, 
 
 And many sad hearts can this story tell : 
 And the hsart throbs in the fond mother's breast. 
 
 She weeps on her pillow as she lies down to rest. 
 A sorrowing slave to the laws that man made. 
 
 She sighs all along from her youth to the grave , 
 With cries ol injustice which are honestly thrown. 
 
 From the soul of the woman whose heart man has torn. 
 Ah, then, petty tyrant, dost not sicken of this ? 
 
 Canst thou not love, canst thou not kiss. 
 Except the object of thy love be a slave. 
 
 To feed selfish notions that makes thee a knave. 
 Ye men that have souls one grade above brutes. 
 
 Come tone up your feelings and tune up your lutes, 
 To play the sweet song oi freedom so true. 
 
 When all our fond women shah vote 'side of you. 
 Come forward come forward, hang back not at all, 
 
 And win the election this coming fall 
 No question before ever settled by man. 
 
 Had half the importance or was half so grand. 
 What pride can be cherished in this beautiful state, 
 
 If you settle this question before it's too late ; 
 Then be not behind, but stand at the head. 
 
 And say to all others you are not to be led. 
 Then the flag of our Union, as it floats in the air. 
 
 May show the glad tidings of equality there ; 
 And when you have started on the equal rights track. 
 
 Remember, remember, don't ever turn back 1 
 
The Little Clincher. j i 
 
 WHAT WOULD WE POOR MEN DO. 
 
 If all the women on this land had souls as brave and true ; 
 As the one contained in Woodhull's brain, what would we poor men Jo f 
 To the polls they'd go, at the polls they'd vote, and stump the country too ; 
 And if they chose to wear our pants and coats, what would we poor men, do ! 
 
 THOUGHTS OF LOVE. 
 
 Love is Holy and Divine. 
 
 "Why blame Henry Ward Beecher, or other human kind, for 
 carrying out the principles to them divinelj given ? 
 
 'Tis a selfish, jealous wrong to dictate another's love. 
 
 Let each soul ask itself, if it would have another to dictate 
 whom to love. 
 
 Is love like a dark, unfamiliar cave, which needs a lantern 
 and a guide ? 
 
 No, love gives forth its own light, and when it meets its 
 counterpart, its brilliancy expands in beautiful and lovely rays, 
 far beyond its single power. 
 
 Why hold thy love in chains, like a criminal in the cell? It 
 can do naught, but breathe and take in whut God has given it 
 for pleasure and sustaining life. 
 
 Then why deny and starve the spark of life within, 
 
 Until thy soul is but a speck of selfishness and sin ? 
 
 Oh, let thy soul give forth its love, where'er its pleasures be; 
 
 Then wilt thou grow more wise and great, thy fruits will 
 nobler be. 
 
 Eemember, God hath given thee feelings, just and true; 
 
 And if thou wouldst be truly good, in every act and thought, 
 
 Dictate not another's love, nor starve thine own for naught. 
 
 Then kind friends and readers all, 
 
 Eemember the teachings of the Bible and Paul ; 
 
 And before condemning Mr. Beecher, 
 
 Cancel the deeds, of your God and teacher. 
 
 For if we must believe, that Bible book; 
 
 In a literal sense and as things lookj 
 
 God, nest-hiding, went one day ; 
 
 And overshadowed a virgin, by the way. 
 
 There's one thing surpasses the diviner's plot, 
 To know if Mrs. God, was jealous or not. 
 
The Little Clincher. 
 
 EXTRA!!! 
 
 The great nest-hiding trial, now in court; 
 Gives the Brooklyn people, plenty of sport; 
 In which a new feature, was recently seen ; 
 The giving of flowers, with leaves so green, 
 To defendant and plaintiff; and Elizabeth we see, 
 Too, received floral gifts. Oh ! La ! Me 1 
 Those who give flowers, in this spicy case ; 
 Should not be too partial, whowins the race. 
 How very appropriate, are buds on bouquets : 
 To remind the fair ones, of their nest-hiding days.. 
 
 January 16, 187S. 
 
 Now kind reader, if you are pleased. 
 With what you have read, withia these leaves ; 
 Please advise your neighbors, to go and buy 
 The book that's made you,'laugh or cry ; 
 That they may read it, when they have leisure, 
 With respect to all. — We're yours with pleasure. 
 
 CONSOLING BENEDICTION. 
 
 The lives of us all, while on earth abiding ; 
 Are prone to love, the sweet nest-hiding. 
 
 A Truth, 
 
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