PALACE MARTYR! A Satire. "Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbour." IXth Commandment. "Who steals my purse, steals trash; 'tis something, nothing. "Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands; Robs me of that, which not enriches him, BY THE HONOURABLE *. Second Edition. LONDON: J. W. SOUTHGATE, LIBRARY, 164, STRAND. MDCCCXXXIX. 940. THE PALACE MARTYR. A SATIRE. IN days of yore, Britannia's cherished name Then too was gallantry in word and deed The leading feature in our nation's creed; And the soft sex in Albion's happy isle, Vanquished ev'n heroes with a word or smile; Woman was thought not then a trifling toy, A humble plaything for man's idle hours, No! she was loved, was honoured, and revered, Not such Britannia now, in modern times, Woman no longer in all bosoms holds The peasant plodding o'er his weary toil, Because it holds the treasure of her love. He gives no diamonds to his lowly bride, And needs no jewel but her husband's heart! Contented still with that secluded spot Where she can share his mean but tranquil lot. His weary head can find a peaceful rest; And when Death's languor o'er his limbs doth creep, His eyes she closes in their dreamless sleep. Then would she pray, but for his children's sake, That the same moment might her life's thread break; |