A mother, yet no wife, compelled by poverty to sin,
And die in gaol or hospital of misery and gin.
The Reverend Ebenezer, I'd not deny his dues,
For saving Patagonians, and Bosjesmen, and Zooloos;
But Mrs. Chisholm's mission is what I far prefer;
For saving British natives I'd give the palm to her.
And now that a subscription is opened and begun,
In order to acknowledge the good that she has done
Among that sort of natives—the most important tribe—
Come down like handsome people, and handsomely subscribe.