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Between the light and dark

My daily bread and nightly bed,

My bacon and drop of beer

But all from the hand that holds the land, And none from the overseer!

No parish money or loaf,

No pauper badges for me,

A son of the soil, by right of toil,

Entitled to my fee.

No alms I ask, give me my task:
Here are the arm, the leg,

The strength, the sinews of a man,
To work, and not to beg.

Still one of Adam's heirs,

Though doomed by chance of birth
To dress so mean, and eat the lean
Instead of the fat of the earth;
To make such humble meals

As honest labor can,

A bone and a crust, with a grace to God,

And little thanks to man!

A spade! a rake! a hoe!

A pickaxe, or a bill!

A hook to reap, or a scythe to mow,

A flail, or what ye will

Whatever the tool to ply,

Here is a willing drudge,

With muscle and limb-and wo to him Who does their pay begrudge.

Who every weekly score

Docks labor's little mite,

Bestows on the poor at the temple-door,
But robbed them over-night.
The very shilling he hoped to save,

As health and morals fail,

Shall visit me in the New Bastile,

The spital or the gaol!

JESUS CHRIST.

The opponents of the reform movements of the present day, frequently quote Jesus Christ as being opposed to all violent agitations. They deny that he was an agitator, and commend to us his meek and gentle spirit. In this way they defend the quietness of religious professors and preachers in view of our dreadful national sins. The common people are everywhere made to believe Jesus Christ was opposed to these great moral excitements, and, therefore, that such men as Garrison, and Rogers, and Phillips, and Douglass, and Remond, in exposing with an unsparing hand the corruptions of church and state, are going in direct opposition to the example of the Saviour.

It is strange enough, when we consider the facts in the case, that this view should have obtained so widely. My attention was called to it, just now, by the following extract from a lecture recently delivered in New York, by Major Noah, on the “Restoration of the Jews":

"The Jews were amazed, perplexed and bewildered at all they saw and heard. They knew Jesus from his birth: he was their neighbor, they knew his father Joseph, and Mary his mother, his brothers, James and Judas; he was in constant intercourse with his brethren in their domestic relations, and surrounded by their household gods; they remembered him a boy, disputing, as was the custom, most learnedly with the doctors in the temple : as a man, pursuing, to the age of thirty, the modest and laborious calling of his profession; and yet he proclaimed himself the Son of God, and performed most wonderful miracles, was surrounded by a number of disciples, poor, but extraordinarily gifted men, who sustained his doctrines, and had an abiding faith in his mission; he gathered strength and followers as he progressed; he denounced the whole nation, and prophecied its destruction with their altars and temples; he preached against whole cities and proscribed their leaders with a force, which even at this day would shake our social systems. The Jews became alarmed at his increasing power and influence, and the Sanhedrim resolved to become his accuser, and bring him to trial under the law as laid down in the 13th of Deuteronomy."

Who does not perceive and appreciate the literal truthfulness

of this extract? Who does not know that in point of fact, Jesus Christ was the greatest agitator the world has ever seen? He was constantly uttering the most unpalatable sentiments, and administering the most unwelcome rebukes. He attacked the "peculiar institutions" of the Jews-especially their church and clergy, which was never half so corrupt as ours-with a pertinacity and a power which nearly drove them mad. The church and clergy, from his advent to his crucifixion, pursued him with the most relentless persecutions, and used all their immense influence over the people to excite them to the murderous deed which at last they committed. The politicians were equally infuriated, and determined from the first that that vile infidel, Jesus Christ, who was attacking their God-ordained institutions, should seal his wickedness with his blood. And their vile threats were put in execution. Yet, in face and eyes of these facts, it is constantly contended by our church and clergy, and by our laity in many instances, that Jesus was a quiet sort of a person, whose gentle nature would not allow him to disturb any of the existing institutions by which he was surrounded! And it is contended, furthermore, that if he were upon the earth now, he would not find it in his soul to bear witness against the political institutions of this country, though they hold in abject slavery over three millions of those whom he died to save! Nay, more. It is openly taught by a large majority of those who blasphemously call themselves his ministers, that if Jesus were here, he would not object to our joining, hand in hand and heart in heart, in political fellowship with men who declare that even he would be property, if our laws declared him so!

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THE TOILERS.

ANONYMOUS.

"I saw a widow who was yet young-perhaps forty-but whose form, once fresh and healthful, had become exactly the reverse. It was now nothing but skin, sinews, bones, and no flesh. She had three sons to work in the mills, and although they toiled incessantly, they could scarcely earn enough to keep the fiends of famine from the door."-ENGLISH FACTORY REPORT.

Hark! 'tis the early bell

Awake, my children, awake!
Oh! would to God another hour
The weary ones could take!
But no, it cannot be

Morn brightens in the east,
And I must rouse the sleepers

From their unbroken rest.

Again the bell rings out

Upon the morning breeze-
And see the toilers rushing forth
Like startled human bees-
Like startled human bees, alas!
The honey of the hive

Is often wrung from human hearts
That wither as they strive.

Up, up, my sons, the lark

Is soaring to the sky-
Willie, my joyous little one,
Open your laughing eye!
Come kiss your loving mother,

Then whistle on your way-
Oh! that your father dear were here
To kiss you, too, to-day!

Away, away they speed,

To watch with faultless eye
Each spindle with its circling thread,
And every break supply—

To watch within yon upper grave

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