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      Thetomahawk: A Saturday Journal Of Satir...

      THETOMAHAWK : A SATURDAY JOURNAL OF SATIRE . "INVITAT CULPAM QUI PECCATUM PRETERIT . "

      No. Ss.] London, May 23, 1868. [Price Tw...

      NO . SS . ] LONDON , MAY 23 , 1868 . [ Price Twopence .

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      + Henry Brougham. {Bohjv, 1778. Died, 18...

      + HENRY BROUGHAM . { BOHJV , 1778 . DIED , 1868 . )

      I Thus The " Died boldest lided in his , into fiercest sleep death ! sp " iri the Thus t of man his gentl whose day y passed ; life away Had been g one long and unremitting Strife . That Old age Strife mig for ht dim him could eye never , might lose chain its charm the arm , \ S ^ J till \ . * . * . * - yearned J WVJ . lXV < - « . his A . M . J . KJ restless * . Wfc-J !¦* V *< 7 > - » sp fcj U / irit K J . X * , for 1 V 1 the I . 1 J . V / Fi J . At g : ht 11 . 1 . , ;

      Still Still hated burned Wrong his bosom , still with faithful indignant clung to fire Right ; To see Man ' gainst his fellow-man conspire . He Where longed ' er Injustice to strike raised the hideous its cursed . monster head dead , . Befo Thoug re his all voice too feeble still quailed he to deal the dastard blow foe , ; T Still he greed shrunk wretch by instinct who from sacred his trust honest betrays gaze

      And meanly y turns to his own selfish ends , The dole of helpless Poverty ' s true friends . F H e never those , grew whose too hearts old himself Despair had feel seemed to steel , — Who , looking ever on Want ' s weazened face , In Ne ' sullen er dreamed silence heard smiling their Plenty children ' s blooming grace ; For bread—in sullen silence saw them cry die ;

      Th Their eir greatest minds , b foes y brutal as greatest Ignorance friends possess they ed bles , sed , Bade Till E them ducation from oped Restitution their hoodwink ' s slough ed arise eye , , And Within mad th e them bosoms Men in H something ope ' s heav more enly than flame name , . W Than hat he man who to swept Freedom -away nobler the name servic of e gav Slave e , , Who urged our country of that foul disgrace

      p Which marred the noblest boast of Britain ' s race , — T S teps hat , on free our ourselves shores , , no man he at , whoe once ' er free he be ? , Honest he was in thought , in word , in deed ; The Untutore Wrong d in our saw modern he sco caitiff rned to ' s c christen reed , Right , No i B *> * ec * - * " au specious WJVVw se e xp Vtw e robe di W *~ e nt \* could WV in * som , * - « . e W ' e e •« r 4 . tric * fro A Will k ster him | l | i ' s si c g / ht J . S VVM c . . i

      Oppression ' s cruel claws and cloven heel ; F Ne earing r da zzle c urs b e y , the lie meanl splendour y stoop of e success d to ble , ss ; And His noble dared nature e'en sceptred spurned Vice the paltry itself def lie y , . The From stains him no of blood tyrant which ' s purp loud le e ' er for could hide cried He called not brazen Conscience iron vengeance Will— ; , The Fain Assassin would we crowned not recall was that the shameful Assassin , still ! scene ,

      Whe To n lut E the ngland malice ' s wronge of her ruffian and persecuted Queen , g spouse Was ( Sure tried such for a si that ght mi unpardonable ght the most crime callous rouse !) , Which Yet Broug she in him ' s noblest had pardoned work were many left a untold time . And If History ' more lUV s page lw fe J . ^^ we el * our scrup inmost iiiiuvo led to . nature i vmfold 4 ¦ thrill , *

      Xi-ilvA VJAH once - *^ ^ i , v ^ w-J . a « .. vwv « .. s ^ w ** - . * . * . With That gem that of perfection eloquence of , the whose lawyer noblest ' s skill part — Was the untutored utterance of the heart . That Well king might , in that name Thing alone , which a gentleman those may , praise who can , Whom e ' en his toadies scarcely dared commend ; True T The he onl onlv to no decent decent mistress action action , false of of wnose whose every life life friendy

      Was when he kindly put away his wife—Feel Well pangs might of this rag puppet e within of Its the padded Tailor ' heart art ; W Well hich mi e g ' en ht It It knew quail before of honest that loathing lofty Scorn born . While No need his defects " tell his with various sorrow merits we dep o ' lore , . T One he many of his blots virtues we would gladly for dare all to atone own . ,

      Whom O youth prid of e Eng of land Race , spr or love ung from of Fam noble e insp sires ires , , And Who set seek some to write mark your upon names the fleeting on History age , ' s page , Waste O learn not the your lesson strength taught in by Party Broug ' h narrow am ' s life strife , ! Look far and wide—but not with half-closed eyes—B Sear efore ch for by sel abuse fish s meanness e ' en before nursed they rise and , fed

      T Strik hey e dare , and at once ylight . Heed raise their not the Hy whining dra head , cry ; , Procrastination " Spare , us , and is w the e'll coward reform ' all s art by : and by . " He thinks by gaining time he may gain heart . D You all ' ll w h ug evil the , foul soon abortion familiar for grown your own . Be UC just J ll ^ t , , but UfLLU keen ivv * i ; il ; , thy 1-lj . jt and merc luwi \ ^ jr y ke rwi , i e' £ p - his ' jwi for den liiwiij men ,

      But No more slay the let monster Evil stalk in destroy gay disguise , . ; And flaunt itself as Good before men ' s . eyes ; Do what is right , nor heed the ribald jest , Th Her y judge fiat sanctioned , thy Cons b cien the ce Jud sits within above thy breast ; Thou ' It need no noisy y faction ' ge hired lov , e ; All " Here hearts lies shall a man own who as was o ' er Mankind thy tomb ' s true ey b friend end , . "

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    • Tomahawk (1867-1870), May 23, 1868, page unpag, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/t/issues/ttw_23051868/page/1/