Holloaed a half-choked boy with horrid fear,
A brute the rope about to draw;
A second with a knife and axe was near
To give the first Lynch Law.
Or in a railway-tunnel, iron rail'd,
A man lay bound; his blood ran ice
Who looked thereon, an engine shrieked; he paled,
And fainted in a trice.
A monkey by her hair a woman clasp'd;
From her poor head it seemed half torn,