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    The master , with ill-judging rage , Was eager to destroy The rebel passions of his slave—He struck that fierce proud boy ! He struck him—Heavens ! What boiling blood Through those young veins ran hot—The teeth were gnash'd—the heart was gnaw'd In anguish at his lot . He cast him on his garret-bed ,

    As gushM the bubbling tears , And must I serve , and thus be spurn'd For seven detested years ? Why I could learn the paltry craft In seven months , I know , Then earn myself an ungrudged crust , And where I listed

    go-Seek sociality from those Who'd gTeet me with a smile , And such-like kindly recompense To pay my patient toil . But scorn'd , despis'd , oppress ed , and spurn'd , How can my spirit breathe ? How can I bear the trammels—toils Which I must writhe beneath ?

    I will not bear—I'll break away—That fatal night he fled , Oh , if ' twas fault , Oh , if ' twas crime , 'Twas not on his young head ! It lay with those , whose sordid hearts Were callous , cruel , cold , Who held mankind but as machines

    For generating gold . Oh , man was not like metal made For fire and force to mould , Some these may melt , or bend , or break , But not the free , the bold .

    Till power attains that truer art By truth and justice urg'd , AH will be anarchy on earth , The scourging and the scourg'd . Some years—and on a fearful night , The master ' s spirit quail'd ,

    He heard strange noises in his house ; His chamber door assail'd ; His locks were wrench'd , his gold was seiz'd—He groanM in his despair—A robber stood beside his bed , And grasp'd his bristling hair .

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    The Apprentice Boy . 685

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  • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Oct. 2, 1834, page 685, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2638/page/9/