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ENTENNIAL 
 
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 A SONG OF WRONG. 
 
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copyright 1878, by Author. 
 
INTRODUCTION. 
 
 It is rumored that Walter, of the London Times,'\%\.o visit Philadelphia, 
 not for the purpose of seeing the great exhibition, but to arrange for a 
 suitable obituary poem, which he feels the best of men may suddenly 
 need. — " Newspaper extract." 
 
 This song was written to supply this want. 
 
 As this song begins with immigration by a genuine John Bull, of the 
 "baser sort," and recommends his elevation, and ends with the proposed 
 State inauguration of " Old Governor Nick," it is hoped both Old and 
 New England will be satisfied with the results of their abolition raids. 
 
 March 1 1877. ViRGlNlus. 
 
CENTENNIAL DIRGE. 
 
 A SONG OF WRONG 
 
 Joseph Arch 
 
 Made a march, 
 
 Across the deep blue sea, 
 
 To spy the land 
 
 For a chosen band. 
 
 From the good "Old Countrie." 
 
 When he arrived. 
 
 The Yankees strived 
 
 To put him through a course of sprouts 
 
 Phillips spouted, 
 
 Beast Butler boasted, 
 
 And Boston big-bugs gave their routs. 
 
 But Joseph was arch, 
 
 If not a match. 
 
 For each and all of the Yankee nation ; 
 
 He ate their pies 
 
 And heard their lies, 
 
 Then told them they *' could beat creation." 
 
 Now this was queer, 
 
 And strange to hear, 
 
 A John Bull using Yankee " ingo ;" 
 
 So they set a trap 
 
 To catch the chap. 
 
 And swore they'd use him up " by jingo." 
 
 By questions sly. 
 They pumped him dry 
 
 Of his hidden thoughts of the Yankee nation ; 
 " Swindlers and liars, 
 Base villifiers," 
 T o be "Loake/:^out for" in every station. 
 
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Joseph, you're done, 
 
 When just begun, 
 
 To make some stir among your fellows ; 
 
 Go home and dig. 
 
 And feed your pig. 
 
 And read a book called ^Esop's Fables. 
 
 The toad and ox 
 
 Is orthodox. 
 
 With every creed and breed, if civil ; 
 
 Learn from the toad. 
 
 To hold your tongue, 
 
 And watch and pray 'gainst thinking evil. 
 
 If they speak true 
 
 Of yours and you. 
 
 Read of the Fox, the Flies, and Swallow ; 
 
 With the Fox we pray 
 
 Let our gorged set stay, 
 
 Don't bring a greedier gang to-morrow. 
 
 • 
 
 Old John Brown's raid, 
 
 You've no doubt said, 
 
 Won the highest place of human glory ; 
 
 Go home ! be brave ! 
 
 Your comrades save. 
 
 Put A before B in deathless story. 
 
 Its much in pluck, . 
 
 But more in luck, 
 
 Makes murder and rapine public glory ,^ 
 
 Be stout of heart, 
 
 With the serpent's art. 
 
 And stretch a rope, and live in history, 
 
 Yankees will try 
 
 To magnify 
 
 Old John Brown's raid as grand and glorious ; 
 
 And this they'll do. 
 
 And prove it, too. 
 
 When the scent of the skunk gets sweet and odorous. 
 
 The U. S. design. 
 
 For medal and sign, 
 
 Of Washington,. 'tween Lincoln and Grant in relief. 
 
 Find parallel fact, 
 
 To counsel the act, 
 
 Of Christ crucified by each side a thief. 
 
This, the same Washington, 
 
 Yankees now /z))-honor ; 
 
 In Faneuil Hall they made a negro to curse, 
 
 Followed by greetings 
 
 Of fanatic meetings, 
 
 In Liberty cradle " nigger " baby to nurse. 
 
 This, the same Washington, 
 
 Whose child's hatchet fame won, 
 
 When Truth should be spoke without fear of its hurt ; 
 
 Yankee Puritan eyes 
 
 Stare in doubt and surprise. 
 
 Then they giggle and wriggle to make low sport. 
 
 Lincoln, we pray, 
 
 Like the thief in his day, 
 
 Did repent and receive his instant reward ; 
 
 But for the rest, 
 
 Least said is the test. 
 
 And leave them to God's final award. 
 
 The crimes of that date, • 
 
 That swept o'er the State, 
 
 Sowed the North and West winds of pollution ; 
 
 The country now reaps 
 
 The whirlwinds' foul heaps 
 
 Of moral and social corruption. 
 
 Each Calling and Sect, 
 
 Religious 'yclept, , 
 
 Would fight and devour each other like wolves ; 
 
 But to steal the " dear nig," 
 
 All call the round jig, 
 
 And woo, kiss and mate like loving young doves. 
 
 What wonder at crime. 
 
 To rob, steal and lie, 
 
 Perjury, fraud, murder and suicide, 
 
 When two generations 
 
 Of basest of nations 
 
 Have been begot, and brought up the Truth to deride. 
 
 From their mother's milk and pap, 
 On their mother's knee and lap. 
 From public and Sunday schools, pulpit and street, 
 They learn the same faith — 
 " Not love of the slave,'^ 
 But hate of his master" gives good right to steal. 
 
 •Wilson, V. P. when in U. S< Senate. 
 
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To steal the " nigger'' savage 
 
 And sell the " nigger " slave, 
 
 Would be fair and square, if money was made ; 
 
 But to steal this sold slave, 
 
 That he freedom should have, 
 
 Would be all-hailed, when the pillage well paid. 
 
 This false education 
 
 Sapped the soul of the nation. 
 
 Of Justice and Truth, and belief in God, 
 
 And sowed seeds of vice, 
 
 That sprung up atrice, 
 
 And choked all the fruits and fountains of good. 
 
 The meek. Thou and Thee, Saint, 
 
 Smell of powder would faint. 
 
 Grows as savage and stout as a brave. 
 
 When he'd harbour and steal. 
 
 And unjustly conceal. 
 
 From the owner, his lawful " nigger " slave. 
 
 Go to ! friend shad-belly, 
 
 The fight you sked-addle. 
 
 On thy sham plea " of love thy enemy;" 
 
 But from relentless hate, 
 
 You, in soul and purse, mate 
 
 With your old Puritan foe in war and robbery. | 
 
 Now, thus stands the question : « 
 
 Shall this "nigger" faction 
 
 Bring the black pall of death on this land of the free 
 
 To all who stole, and first sold. 
 
 To all who bought, and would hold. 
 
 Till the " nigger "^is sent to his home cross the sea ? 
 
 By fire and flood, 
 
 By plagues, as of old, 
 
 God wars with Mammon, chief of all evil ; 
 
 By money and malice, 
 
 And mad suicide, 
 
 Man sells and sends his soul to the devil. 
 
 What mean the fierce fires, 
 
 Of cities and prairies, 
 
 So swift and strange, said to fall from a cloud — 
 
 t John Hopkins loaned the Yankee U. S. Government his millions to overrun 
 and rob the Southern people, and soon after dies; and. by will, builds a big 
 school to teach, not militarv tactics, but Quakerism, or the moral tactics of run- 
 ning with the hare and holding with the hounds. 
 
Men pale with fear, 
 " Confess for the hour," 
 Like Pharoah's magicians — " the finger of God.'* 
 
 What mean the floods East, 
 
 Storms and hurricanes West, 
 
 The destruction that wasteth at noonday. 
 
 The plagues of cattle and herds, 
 
 Droughts that burn up the fields. 
 
 But faint tokens of the wrath of doomsday ?' 
 
 Swarms of locusts so dread!. 
 The sun's light is hid , 
 That cover the earth, and eat all that grows ;. 
 And other strange insects. 
 And adulterous sects. 
 Are curses and plagues not unlike Pharaoh's., 
 
 What means insomnia. 
 That dread, mad malady, 
 Self-torture before death, by self-murder, 
 But to teach the great Truth ? 
 " God reigneth on earth ; 
 Woe unto him that striveth with his Maker." 
 
 Call not the names, 
 
 Nor think of the manes, • 
 
 Of the hosts who have sank by the weight of their crime; 
 
 God's mill works slow. 
 
 But He'll purge his floor, 
 
 The false from the pure, in His own good time. 
 
 Seward's unrest, 
 
 Devil possessed. 
 
 First spoke the satank creed of the 4ay ; 
 
 For " Higher Law," 
 
 Of Conscience — or maw, 
 
 In frenzy compared, with wild beasts of prey. 
 
 Conscience shall light 
 
 This " nigger " fight. 
 
 And bring on and oft our glorious raid ; 
 
 The devil may take 
 
 All not awake, 
 
 To freedom for all to all, " who's afraid." -f 
 
 Seward's unrest. 
 Devil possessed. 
 
 t Seward's speech in the West. 
 
Made the circuit of earth, in terror of hell ; 
 
 Demons await him 
 
 To 'gratulate him 
 
 "With the tingling and jingling " of that little bell."^ 
 
 No rest from sleep. 
 
 Conscience shall keep, 
 
 While you wj^der the earth, and dream of hell; 
 
 Make haste ! stay not Ae^-ea^^-vJ^ 
 
 AVhile the furnace is hot, 
 
 Devils make toast, and love Seward well. 
 
 Than sell his good name, 
 
 And barter his fame, 
 
 Better had Davis been killed in he war — 
 
 Sold for poor pay. 
 
 Forty dollars a day, • 
 
 By family ties, to bribe the poor debtor. 
 
 Fifty thousand a year, 
 No peddling to bear. 
 
 For his mere name, the gocxl Lee was assailed. 
 '*' Just debts should be paid 
 Before gifts are made," 
 Said Lee ; and the great golden bait failed. 
 
 Gifts to Church or charity, 
 
 Life-surance for family, 
 
 "When withholden, or stolen from creditor, 
 
 May buy cheap applause. 
 
 And cheat the State laws. 
 
 But will bear the guilt and the curse of Achor. 
 
 This life-surance plan 
 Now pays one in ten 
 
 Of its poor dupes with this very strong plea, 
 " Your debts you purloin. 
 We pay the same coin, 
 Our assets will not our officers pay." 
 
 Of the morals of Law, 
 
 Let its Chief, the Code draw ; 
 
 Lord Brougham has said, "in discharge of duty," 
 
 The lawyer knows but his clients, 
 
 To save them by all shifts. 
 
 And all costs and hazards to others deiy.* 
 
 tSeward often used, and boasted of his " little bell " during the war. 
 
 ♦Extract from Lord Brougham's Speech —" An advocate in the discharge 
 of his duty knows but one person in all the world, and that person is his client. 
 To save that client by all means and expedients, and at all hazards and costs to 
 
" To perform this duty, 
 All dire calamity, * 
 
 And ruin and torment to others he bring. 
 He must not regard ; 
 Nofhimself to be spared" — 
 This, the morals of Law, as spoke by its King. 
 
 •' His duty to separate 
 The Patriot from Advocate, 
 He must go on, reckless of consequences, 
 Though his unhappy lot 
 (All Truth and Justice forgot,) 
 To involve his country in basest offences. " 
 
 And this, the Lawyer's sworn duty, 
 
 Not Justice, and Truth, and Country, 
 
 But his Client's cause, whether ill or well, 
 
 By bribes and perjury. 
 
 Craft and chicanery. 
 
 And a tongue that is set on fire of hell. 
 
 And these, our Law Makers, 
 
 Judges and Counsellors, 
 
 Who hold our life, character, property, 
 
 Liberty, and country 
 
 In their ozvn sole custody, 
 
 As the fox keeps the goose, the wolf her quarry. 
 
 The victims and number 
 
 Of Judicial murder 
 
 Will be revealed in the great Book of Fate ; 
 
 The Judge and Advocate 
 
 Have passed to their fate 
 
 With a foretaste of the doom they await.f 
 
 Another Bible and God, 
 
 Constitution and Code, ' 
 
 Must be made and provided out of the wreck; 
 
 Old John Brown's cause, 
 
 other persons, and jimGng them to himself, is his first and only duty; and in per- 
 forming this duty, he must not regard the alarm, th§ torment, the destruction he 
 may bring upon others. Separating the duty of a Patriot from that of an Advocate, 
 he must go on, reckless of consequences, though it should be his unhappy lot to involve 
 his country m confusion." Can anything surpass this in atrocious aiid audacious 
 yillany? "O, for a whip of scorpions, in the hands of every honest man. to 
 lash the vilhan, naked, round the world." 
 
 t Jim Lane, and many other notorious characters, especially the murderers of • 
 Mrs. Surratt, have met terrible deaths, by madness and suicide, softening of the 
 brair^^and insomnia. 
 
All endorsed with applause,* 
 
 "While their Saint went to rest with a rope round his neck. 
 
 See ! last scene of legal farce, 
 
 Where, by fraud and lawless force. 
 
 Sustained by Judges of the Court Supreme, 
 
 Negroes and scalawags, 
 
 Yankees with carpetbags, 
 
 Conspire a President, while the world cries shame ! 
 
 Poor Injustice Bradley, 
 
 As Umpire, acts badly, 
 
 The Patriot made blind by the Lawyers' bright fees ; 
 
 By Lord Brougham's advice. 
 
 He commits crime for his case, 
 
 And his country involves in dire calamities. 
 
 Basest crime of the age 
 That blots History's page. 
 
 And renders our courts the scorn of honest men ; 
 In his anger, God swears, 
 " Lawyers, Pharisees, Scribes, 
 Shall woe and wrath suffer, forever." Amen.l 
 
 This act of infamy 
 Marks Yankee destiny, 
 
 Judas was a devil from his birth to his death ; 
 From Plymouth Rock and land, 
 That soulless, selfish band 
 Live without Conscience or a claim to Truth. 
 
 They gloiy in disgrace. 
 With brass of cheek and face, 
 Nothing good or great for gold they won't betray ; 
 " They make lies their refuge. 
 Under falsehood have they hid," 
 Bound by one wish, one will, but to know " will it pay." 
 
 * Yankee "new lights" in Religion think to serve three masters— Qo^, and 
 Mammon, and Mahomet— and substitute boastful prolession lor piety, brass of 
 face and character for the grace of humility, the Mahometan liUdge of absti- 
 nence from alcoholic drinks for the Christian priiicij^le of temperance, and 
 love of self and pelf for patriotism— Mammon and Mahomet Utfm. God save 
 Christianity and the Country ! 
 
 1 Scribes, Pharisees and Lawyers were the chief persecutors and crucifiers of 
 Christ and the only persons specially denounced by him, m tl^ bitterest words 
 that passed his lips, as " Serpents and Vipers " And it is not difficult to nx upon 
 the same classes now, as the office-holders and office-seekers, represented by pol- 
 iticians, political parsons and lawyers These same agitators and wninglers 
 brought on the late war between the States, and all the evils that have followed. 
 These same classes still hold power, and are amassing immense fortunes, living 
 and fattening upon the ruin they have made of others ; while the people are 
 
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 This deed gave fatal thrust 
 
 To Honor, Truth and Trust. — 
 
 Genius of our early glory, t :> hide thy shame, 
 
 Go dwell four more years 
 
 In agony and fears, 
 
 Until redeemed, without blush, to own thy name. 
 
 The Republic, God save ! 
 
 From its foes, fool and knave. 
 
 Who are bought and sold by bribes fraud and perjury ; 
 
 May the Patriot fires 
 
 Of our honest old sires 
 
 Return and restore peace and integrity. 
 
 Not Brougham, the Pirate, 
 
 Nor Bradley, his sworn nute. 
 
 To rob the Soul's Trust and Treasure of Truth ; 
 
 The Pettifogger ways 
 
 That piloted in Hayes, 
 
 Truth's tidal wave shall scourge and sweep North and South. ■'^ 
 
 Can Moody and Sankey 
 
 Remodel the Yankee, 
 
 And make an honest man out of the mass? 
 
 As before, this prayer fumbling, 
 
 And moral volcanic rumbling, 
 
 Forbode an irruption worse than the last. 
 
 Open-door, noon-day prayer 
 
 Looks like sham and a snare, 
 
 That " fit for treason, stratagem and spoil ;'' 
 
 Thereby came John Brown's raid, • 
 
 Now, religious crusade, 
 
 Of priest-craft and crime, the climax of all. 
 
 Now, here's a strange thing 
 
 To think of and sing, 
 
 As Moses once sang, of " the horse and his rider," 
 
 Devil Doctors are taught. 
 
 The Yankees to torture, q 
 
 With white-heated irons upon the bare hide ; ah ! f 
 
 getting poorer and poorer, and more and more powerless. 
 
 No country, governed by such characters, can escape confusion and strife and 
 ruin. 
 
 * This prediction, made in March, 1877, was fulfilled in great measure before 
 the end of the year. Upon the success of the first, this second prediction is ven- 
 tured : 
 
 Before another centennial year. Old and New Eftg^a/ifi will again be stealing 
 negroes in Africa, and selling negro slaves to the Southern States of America. 
 
 tNew York doctors seared the flesh over the spinal column of Wilson, V. P , 
 with a white-heated iron 
 
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 Insomnia, without pain, 
 
 Softening of the brain. 
 
 When before such disease as special judgment was found; 
 
 Men, godless and lawless. 
 
 Reach not the pit bottomless, 
 
 Ere the smoke of their torment is seen above ground. 
 
 Tn the world, physical, 
 
 Moral and social, 
 
 Evils, curses and crimes rankle and grow, 
 
 Fire can only cure 
 
 At the white-heat glow. 
 
 As ordained and ordered by God's higher law. 
 
 Reason and revelation 
 
 Appoint pain's duration. 
 
 The mode and measure that penance allot ; 
 
 Who fears not God, nor man, 
 
 Fears not Death, but dreads pain 
 
 Here and hereafter, where the fire and worm die not. 
 
 If Wise, by Divine Law, 
 
 Had put the John Brown outlaw 
 
 To slaw Hell-torture, by fire and brimstone, • 
 
 Divine Justice would smile. 
 
 Fanatics rave awhile, [alone. 
 
 And war thus begun, right would have won, not might 
 
 Fanatics and Fiends 
 
 Demand the same means. 
 
 To punish and purge the reprobate soul ; 
 
 Unquenchable fire. 
 
 Decreed by God's* ire. 
 
 Only can touch and teach demons so foul. 
 
 Poor, dear, old State, 
 It seems your fate, 
 
 To die of the Doctors, who tinker the Laws ; 
 •' Remorse ! Remorse !' 
 Can't raise the corse. 
 Nor the Law-Doctors save from Hell's op3n jaws. 
 
 Alas ! the nigger wars. 
 
 Near three-score years. 
 
 Have ruin wroaght to the robbed and robbers ; 
 
 The Golden Calf 
 
 Is God, and self 
 
 Supreme ; greed and gain have made all brothers. 
 
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 Now, prison walls can't keep 
 
 The goats from the sheep, 
 
 So all will be tarred with the same stick ; 
 
 The State had best buy 
 
 Large brimstone supply, 
 
 And hire by the year old Governor Nick.J 
 
 » 
 
 The last lines in jest, 
 To wind up the feast 
 
 Of ugly and awful things set before view ; 
 "^ Thank the gods, all the gods! 
 The Old State still has sons, 
 Above price , to purify and pilot her through. 
 
 MarcK i8n. VIRGINIUS. 
 
 Offences must come, 
 
 But woe by whom done, 
 
 It were better the man had not been bom ; 
 
 Fraud and perjury. 
 
 Like Judas' bribery, 
 
 God overrules, His own purpose to crown. 
 
 But hear of one good thing, 
 
 We should think of and sing. 
 
 That God's ways are wise, and not as man's ways ; 
 
 Man proposes. 
 
 But God disposes, 
 
 Tilden was weak kneed, and God willed us Hayes. * 
 
 Februiry 14th, 1878. VIRGINIUS. 
 
 I Communism begins to show its front and fangs in the North, East and West 
 and will cause some commotion in the coming times The little leven of " Old 
 John Brownism " which was started and scattered on such rich and rotten soil, 
 and soon spread to the size that inspired the National song— 
 
 " Old John Brown's body lies mouldering in his grave, 
 But his soul is marching on, hallelujah," 
 
 promises to produce abu-idant fruit, which may be realized and revealed in 
 forms not thought of or exp3cted ; while in the Southern States formerly slave- 
 holding, from which the neafro slave was takea by violence, robbery and mur- 
 der, and made a free citizen and voter, there will be found less crime of all 
 kinds, anl esp3Cially liigher crioae^ ; and a m »re . ^nservative and peaceful state 
 of society than can be found in either Old or N.-«' England, except when estab- 
 lished and enforced bv the strong and arbitrary arm of military power. 
 
 The impending storm is swiftly and surely coming ; let all stand from under 
 and seek shelter and safety. 
 
 * Sent as valentine to Mrs. Prest. R. B. Hayes.