were at least good campaign documents in the times of anti-slavery agitation.
“A Christian up for sale;
Wet with her blood your whips, o’ertask her frame,
Make her life loathsome with your wrong and shame:
Her patience shall not fail.”
This is very commonplace and vulgar, we grant, but it has the merit of not being above the intellectual level of an ordinary political meeting.
And then, in the metre of Scott’s “Bride of Netherby,” we have the “Hunters of Men”:
“Have ye heard of our hunting o’er mountain and glen,
Through canebrake and forest, the hunting of men?
Hark! the cheer and the halloo, the crack of the whip,