Slaves well may shout them hoarse for ‘Church and King!’”
“Brother!” says Charles,—“yet ‘brother’ is a name
I own with pity, and I speak with shame—
One of these days you’ll surely lead a mob,
And then the hangman will conclude the job.”
“And would you, Charles, in that unlucky case, }
Beg for his life whose death would bring disgrace }
On you, and all the loyal of our race? }
Your worth would surely from the halter bring 40}
One neck, and I, a patriot, then might sing— }