Than your judgment of our mind.
Slaves of gold, whose sordid dealings
All your precepts vain belie;
Destitute of human feeling,
Subjects fit for mockery!
F. N.
From the Charterhouse Collection of Poems, &c. Collected by Edward Walford, M.A.
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Farewell to the Camp.
(A Lyric for the 20th August, 1853.)