nish those who dare to rest,
Or disobey command.

E

E is the Eagle, soaring high;
An emblem of the free;
But while we chain our brother man,
_Our_ type he cannot be.

F

F is the heart-sick Fugitive,
The slave who runs away,
And travels through the dreary night,
But hides himself by day.

G

G is the Gong, whose rolling sound,
Before the morning light,
Calls up the little sleeping slave,
To labor until night.

H

H is the Hound his master trained,
And called to scent the track
Of the unhappy Fugitive,
And bring him trembling back.

I

I is the Infant, from the arms
Of its fond mother torn,
And, at a public auction, sold
With horses, cows, and corn.

J

J is the Jail, upon whose floor
That wretched mother lay,
Until her cruel master came,
And carried her away.

K

K is the Kidnapper, who stole
That little child and mother--
Shrieking, it clung around her, but
He tore them from each other.

L

L is the Lash, that brutally
He swung around its head,
Threatening that "if it cried again,
He'd whip it till 'twas dead."

M

M is the Merchant of the north,
Who buys what slaves produce--
So they are stolen, whipped and worked,
For his, and for our use.

N

N is the Negro, rambling free
In his far distant home,
Delighting 'neath the palm trees' shade
And cocoa-nut to roam.

O

O is the Orange tree, that bloomed
Beside his cabin door,
When white men stole him from his home
To see it never more.

P

P is the Parent, sorrowing,
And weeping all alone--
The child he loved to lean upon,
His only son, is gone!

Q

Q is the Quarter, where the slave
On coarsest food is fed,
And where, with toil and sorrow worn,
He seeks his wretched bed.

R

R is the "Rice-swamp, dank and lone,"
Where, weary, day by day,
He labors till the fever wastes
His strength and life away.

S

S is the Sugar, that the slave
Is toiling hard to make,
To put into your pie and tea,
Your candy, and your cake.

T

T is the rank Tobacco plant,
Raised by slave labor too:
A poisonous and nasty thing,
For gentlemen to chew.

U

U is for Upper Canada,
Where the poor